A master of comedy!

Chapter 125 Ghost Buddha
With a line sung in the style of traditional opera, the sword rang out with a resounding clang, like a dragon's roar from its sheath, and an indescribable aura of menace soared into the sky.

Before the words were even finished, the sword was already at the old Taoist's neck.

Blood splattered, splashing onto Zhou Sheng's clothes and soaking his black robe.

Beneath the lion-shaped mask, Zhou Sheng's eyes were cold and menacing, his killing intent restrained, as if a cold fire was burning eerily within them.

With his eyes, ears, and nose all open, the world is transformed. No sound, color, or taste can escape his perception. He can see even the crawling of an ant or the falling of an autumn leaf.

Fresh blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

"Who...who are you?!"

A hundred feet away, the old Taoist priest was blind, one hand tightly clutching his neck, blood splattering out continuously, appearing extremely agitated.

That sword strike was too fast and too fierce, leaving him no time to even use his ghost to block it.

If it weren't for the life-saving escape talisman he carried, which could automatically activate in critical moments, he would already be dismembered.

Even so, he was blind, poisoned, and had a deep sword wound on his neck.

"You're not a member of the Longhua Sect, so how do you know the code?"

"Who sent you to kill me?"

He had too many questions in his mind, but his other hand quietly pressed on the Yin-gathering jar at his waist.

Zhou Sheng didn't waste any words. He brandished his longsword and charged straight at him, the killing intent in his eyes almost tangible.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
Every subsequent sword strike was a killing blow.

boom!
As he ran, he spewed out three feet of blue flame, causing the ghostly flames on the Demon-Slaying Sword to boil and gleam brightly in the dark night.

The old Taoist priest was decisive; he smashed his Yin-gathering jar, and in an instant, dozens of vengeful ghosts rushed out, controlled by the Soul-Capturing Bell, and attacked Zhou Sheng.

However, under that demon-slaying sword burning with three feet of ghostly flame, the vengeful spirits finally experienced the long-lost fear.

Zhou Sheng took the lead and cleaved the leading ghost in two with a single sword strike. The eerie blue Kui Fire seemed to have encountered flammable oil, spreading all over the ghost's body and burning it to ashes in a few breaths.

With lightning speed, several sword strikes followed, each slash, thrust, and slice reducing the approaching vengeful spirits to ashes once more.

He didn't stop walking. Looking at the dense horde of fierce ghosts in front of him, he burst into laughter, his eyes, like copper bells, extremely excited.

"That felt great! That felt great!"

"Hahaha, with evil spirits as firewood, tonight let those ghostly flames burn the sky red!"

The swords rang out like thunder, and the murderous flames surged fiercely.

With only his sword, he not only halted the onslaught of the vengeful ghosts but also pierced into the sea of ​​ghosts like an awl.

Black smoke billowed like the sea, and resentment surged like waves, yet the raging, ghostly flames resembled a mighty warship sailing against the current, cutting through the wind and waves, smashing through all formidable passes.

Those who stand in my way will be shattered!
One sword strike, one sword strike, and yet another sword strike!
When he got excited, he even opened his blood-red maw and used his sharp, saw-like teeth to bite at the ghosts, tearing apart their flesh and blood formed from yin energy.

The killing was so intense it was filled with the cries of ghosts and howls of wolves, so desolate it was filled with the sorrow of countless souls, and so exhilarating it was!
The Luoshu in Zhou Sheng's sea of ​​consciousness continuously shone with extraordinary brilliance, its dazzling light resembling a small moon, coating his mind with a jade-like hue.

hum!
When the longsword, its flames swirling, suddenly stopped, only one of the forty-nine vengeful spirits remained. Behind Zhou Sheng, a raging blue flame was now burning.

Every flickering flame hides the wails of a vengeful ghost.

"Zhong Kui, have mercy... please... please don't kill me..."

The supplication was for a young demon, a Taoist boy with delicate features, but his body was covered in blood and gore, as if he had suffered inhuman torture in his previous life.

Zhou Sheng stared at him with those menacing eyes, recognizing that he had once been the old Taoist's disciple.

The boy had been kept in captivity for a shorter time and harbored less resentment; under Zhou Sheng's intimidation, he temporarily regained his senses. However, the bell's piercing sound caused him immense pain, and resentment flared on his tender face as he lunged at Zhou Sheng once more.

The Demon-Slaying Sword slashed down with a clang, and a flash of eerie blue flame appeared like lightning.

At the moment he was burned to ashes by the Kui Fire, the young Taoist looked at Zhou Sheng not with resentment, but with a sense of relief and gratitude.

Thus, all forty-nine vengeful ghosts were wiped out.

All of this was accomplished in less than ten breaths, a truly devastating feat. In the blink of an eye, Zhou Sheng had already slain all the ghosts with his sword.

He slowly raised his eyes, the intense malevolent aura turning his pupils almost crimson, reflecting the figure of the old Taoist priest.

"Zhong Kui... the master of occult arts... it was you all along."

The old Taoist priest did not take the opportunity to escape. Instead, he stood quietly in place, "looking" at Zhou Sheng with his bloodied and mangled eyes.

The toxins spread through his body. They were a mixture of many highly toxic substances that Zhou Sheng had collected during the day, including arsenic, arsenic trioxide, aconitine, and raw wolfsbane, among thirteen other poisons.

In just a short while, the other person's face began to turn bluish-black, and the color continued to spread.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be dead by now. But strangely, although the old Taoist priest showed signs of poisoning, he seemed to be unaffected except for his appearance.

Zhou Sheng's eyes narrowed, and he saw a strange soul in the other person.

The old Taoist priest he was confronting at that moment did not seem to be a single person.

"What's in that jar is nothing but inferior stuff. It's good for scaring people, but it's not enough against a master like you."

"But... at least we bought some time."

"This time, you won't escape—"

Before he could finish speaking, the ghostly flames of the Demon-Slaying Sword had already reached him. The eerie and scorching flames made the ghosts within his body tremble.

Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

run?
This time, you can't escape!

clang!!

A metallic clang rang out, like the resounding tolling of a temple bell, echoing through the sky.

Zhou Sheng's sword struck the opponent's parrying arm squarely, intending to sever it, but it felt as if he had struck a Vajra armor. However, with the blessing of the Kui Fire, it still managed to penetrate an inch into the flesh.

However, the other party's wounds did not bleed; instead, they shimmered with a faint golden light, and even the other party's skin showed a faint golden glow.

Zhou Sheng's pupils contracted as he saw that inside the old Taoist priest's body stood the soul of a high-ranking monk, holding prayer beads, with his eyes lowered and the scriptures engraved on his robe radiating a Buddhist light that seemed to be slowly flowing.

The warm and vast Buddhist light prevented the three-foot-long ghostly flames on Zhou Sheng's sword from spreading to his body.

"How could a mere actor like you possibly comprehend the ghost-controlling techniques of my Yinshan Sect?"

"This ghost Buddha is my most perfect masterpiece in this life. Because its power is too strong, I can only use my body as an altar to seal it inside my body."

"For a lowly actress like you to die at the hands of the Ghost Buddha, you have no regrets in this life."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng was not alarmed but delighted. His bloodshot eyes widened, his sword pointed at the Ghost Buddha, and his long hair moved without wind, dancing like flames.

"Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!"

"How do you know Grandpa Zhong hasn't eaten enough?!"

　Thank you Li Tingyan for the 500 reward, and thank you zhen_money for the 100 reward! Sending you love!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)