Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 234 Rescuing the Bear
"boom!"

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the dense clouds and mist above the Weak Water shattered, transforming into streams of air that scattered in all directions.

A Zen staff, like a hammer that could shatter mountains, contained terrifying power. It came rushing in with a whooshing sound, causing the earth to shatter.

That old monk possesses terrifying power!

Liu Sheng hid in the Weak Water, yet felt a sense of detachment, as if he were in an oven, his scales aching.

Without any true energy or demonic energy, just the purest power, it caused the water surface to drop several inches.

"Comparing strength? My dragon power is not insignificant either!"

Liu Sheng's pupils contracted, his competitive spirit rising.

It immediately shook itself and whipped its tail, most of its body leaping out of the water, its tail carrying immense force as it lashed at the monk's staff.

"boom!!!"

Amidst the explosion, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Liu Sheng was violently shaken, his mind went blank, and nearly 70% of his body shattered on the spot, turning into a bloody pulp.

A line of ink-wash text appeared before my eyes—

[Consume 8572 Spirit Points to heal the Yin Water Dragon's incarnation injuries?]

"recover!"

Liu Sheng gritted his teeth and agreed, feeling extremely pained as he watched his spiritual energy value drop by more than 30% in an instant.

"Could this old monk have truly attained Arhatship? Otherwise, where would he get such immense strength!"

He recalled the information the old monk had revealed during his argument with his disciples, and immediately dove down, arriving at the depths of the Weak Water in the blink of an eye.

If you can't beat them, you can only avoid their sharp edge; it's best to hide first, no shame in doing so.

With the Weak Water as a barrier, the old bald monk shouldn't be able to break in.

"boom!"

The next moment, the water surface exploded, and a terrifying force pierced through the water, stopping nearly a hundred feet away.

At the same time, millions of water droplets splashed up, each one like a copper bead, hitting in all directions.

The brocade robe floated on the water's surface, and was the first to be hit by millions of water droplets.

With a hissing sound, the blood-red light emanating from the robe suddenly dimmed, releasing a stench of decay.

This is the Weak Water!
A feather cannot float, it sinks immediately upon entering water, it can melt metal and stone, and it can also overcome all fires.

The staff, being made of metal, was thrown into the Weak Water. Although it was quickly retrieved, its surface was already rotten and rusty.

Even the mysterious and unpredictable brocade cassock lost 50-60% of its blood-red aura and its divine power was greatly reduced after being splashed by the Weak Water.

"Damn it!"

On the robe, the old monk let out a scream, put away his staff, and convulsed uncontrollably.

The flames and smoke that had been extinguished on its body showed signs of reigniting, twisting and swirling, emitting roars and howls.

The already grown chests, backs, arms, and other parts also burst open, revealing human faces, screaming and chattering—

"Master, how cruel you are! We, your hundreds of disciples, have served you faithfully for many years, only to be burned to death by you! How hateful!"

"Master, monks should be compassionate. Where is your compassion?"

"Master, you said that after your passing, I could inherit your mantle, so why did you kill me?"

"Master, you are burdened with sins and will surely be condemned to hell to suffer all kinds of tortures! In this second life, let your disciple live in your place!"

……

In an instant, seven or eight voices emanated from the old monk, creating a touching scene of "teacher's kindness and disciple's filial piety."

Furthermore, some tiny cracks gradually formed, making the sound muffled and inaudible.

"You wicked disciple, how dare you covet my position? You deserve to die!"

“You wretched child, you were born crippled and abandoned by your parents. I took you in and raised you. Now I am merely making you repay your karma. What is there to say?”

"As for you fool, I was just using words to keep you in check. Otherwise, given your selfish nature, why would you help me?"

“Amitabha, compassion? Hahaha... If there is truly compassion in the world, why don't the Buddhas of Mount Ling open the gates of expediency and let all beings who are drowning in the mundane world enjoy the bliss and purity of ultimate bliss?”

"Fool! So-called compassion is nothing but the tears a crocodile sheds before it eats you!"

……

The old monk engaged in a verbal battle with his disciples, refuting their arguments one by one. His face was twisted and ferocious, like a demon descending upon the world, a far cry from his previous compassionate appearance.

Beneath his feet, the bear demon's flesh, which had originally receded to his knees, quietly rose up and wrapped around his hips again.

A black wind began to rise, and smoke swirled around.

"I...don't want to die, Brother Eagle, save me..." Faintly, a weak voice seemed to come from the distance.

"This flesh and blood... is alive! The Black Wind King isn't completely dead yet?"

Liu Sheng submerged underwater, his dragon eyes flashing with an unusual light, taking in the situation on the surface and noticing the subtle changes in the old monk's feet.

In a daze, he seemed to see a bewildered black bear kneeling at the old monk's feet, performing three kneelings and nine prostrations, shaving his head to become a monk, eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures in the temple, farming and carrying water, working diligently and without complaint.

Now, however, it has become this pile of flesh and blood before our eyes, a truly tragic sight.

"Should we save her or not?"

Several thoughts raced through Liu Sheng's mind, and he vigorously swung his tail:
"Saving them doesn't guarantee success, but not saving them..."

The old monk, having failed to master his demonic arts, coveted his flesh and blood.

Now that the demonic arts have made a mistake, it is the perfect opportunity to counterattack. If we can seize this opportunity to kill it, we can eliminate any future troubles.

Of course, you can also ignore it and take the opportunity to leave.

However, once he resolves the mistake, he will inevitably come after them.

He was originally proficient in Buddhist teachings, but he also practiced demonic arts. He lived a second life, and with the fusion of Buddhism and demonic arts, his strength must be above that of the bear demon.

Once he catches up, unless you hide deep within the Weak Water, otherwise...

"Damn it, since you want my life, then I'll kill you!"

After a brief hesitation, Liu Sheng made a decision: saving the Black Wind King was saving himself.

But how can we save them?
The old monk's physical body had been dead for countless years; his soul was merely enshrined in his robe.

Old Bear entered the ruins to use the sweet dew from the willow branch to cleanse his cassock and deliver the souls attached to it.

Unaware of the old monk's plot, its instincts as a powerful demon led it to find a way out of its predicament.

Perhaps, this sweet dew from the mango branch is the key to its escape from its predicament!
So even though it was corrupted by the demonic thoughts within the robe and gradually went mad, it still steadfastly fought for this item.
"Never mind, it's just a drop of willow branch nectar. I was planning to share a drop anyway."

Liu Sheng looked down at the golden-patterned bottle in his claws, his eyes flashed a few times, and with a sudden movement, he burst out of the water, muttering incantations.

The bear demon had a special connection with him and took care of him along the way. On the stone island earlier, he even used the bear demon to restrain the Prince of Jin and his son.

Objectively, it helped him obtain the Golden Pattern Vase.

Judge things by their actions, not their intentions; no one is perfect when it comes to intentions.

This bottle of mango pomelo sago should have one of these, but there's only one.

Regardless of success or failure, the cause and effect of each other will be neutralized.

If it is lucky, it may use this drop of willow branch dew to cleanse its robe, dispel its demonic thoughts, and regain its life force.

If one is unlucky and perishes here, then it is one's fate, and one cannot blame others.

"go with!"

The next moment, the golden-patterned vase emitted a jade-like light, the golden patterns on its body shimmered, and a large amount of cool air suddenly gushed out from the mouth of the vase.

[Spiritual Points +87]

[Spiritual Points +125]

[Spiritual Points +273]

……

In an instant, the ink-wash text in front of Liu Sheng cascaded down like a waterfall, and the harvest information on the panel flooded the screen.

In less than half a breath, he gained more than three thousand points of spiritual energy!
"call out--"

Just then, the bottle trembled, and a drop of emerald dew flew out, crystal clear and containing terrifying vitality.

Liu Sheng was closer, and after only a few breaths, his body involuntarily swelled up, his flesh trembled, his bones creaked, and his claws, teeth, scales, and horns itch.

The surrounding water seemed to be boiling, bubbling and gurgling.

The brocade robe not far away, like a shadow under the blazing sun, instantly melted away most of its crimson light.

It trembled violently, stirring up waves of red, and even spontaneously fled into the distance.

"Ah—no!"

The old monk in the kasaya screamed in agony, flames and thick smoke billowing from his body as he wailed:
"Mango Pomelo Dew? How could you bear to part with it? Such a rare and precious treasure of heaven and earth, capable of transforming one's body and prolonging life, how could anyone be willing to share it?!"

"Ah—you beast, you're not dead yet, how dare you betray me? I taught you Buddhism, practiced martial arts, and enlightened your mind. My kindness is as heavy as a mountain, yet you can't bear to part with this physical body..."

"call out!"

The next moment, the drop of sweet dew from the willow branch arrived first, transforming into a cascading waterfall that landed on the brocade robe.

"boom!"

In an instant, green light shot into the sky, and the fragrance spread for miles.

(End of this chapter)