A master of comedy!

"You, you said..."

With the blade at his side, feeling its unparalleled, domineering sharpness, the fierce-looking monk immediately became much more obedient.

"Are you from the Medicine Buddha Temple nearby?"

The monk was taken aback, his eyes flickering slightly: "No, I don't know anything about Medicine Buddha Temple—ah!!"

A scream rang out.

A Buddhist precept knife had pierced his spleen. Although it was a ghost, it was still in excruciating pain under the sharp edge of the demon, and blood formed from yin energy splattered everywhere.

Before the monk could catch his breath, Zhou Sheng produced another monk's knife.

It was still formed from the golden energy of Yazi. Although it was only a wisp of golden energy, when the cold blade tip was pressed against the monk's kidney, it still made him shudder.

“Every time you lie, I’ll stab you in the back. I want to see just how much you can tolerate.”

In the dark room, Zhou Sheng's gaze was cold and his expression indifferent. In a daze, he seemed even more ferocious than the monk who was a vengeful ghost.

Ghosts fear fierce people; the hidden, menacing aura of menace is like a boiling fire in their eyes.

"You, what makes you think I'm lying? A monk doesn't lie—ah!"

Another stab pierced through, but Zhou Sheng remained expressionless. He raised his palm, and the Yazi Golden Qi split apart, transforming into a ring-shaped knife once more.

This time, the knife tip was pressed against his liver.

"Stop, I... I really am from Medicine Buddha Temple..."

Under the torment of excruciating pain and the suffocating oppression of the Guan Gong statue, the monk finally realized that the person in front of him was an absolute madman.

His behavior was completely different from that of ordinary cultivators; he was fierce, indifferent, extremely confident, and even had a kind of reckless madness.

If it weren't for the protective aura of the Holy Emperor, he would have suspected it was an evil cultivator.

Why did you have to kill Liu Si's family?

"Because they deserve to die!!"

Upon hearing the name, the monk's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he gritted his teeth, appearing extremely resentful.

"This man surnamed Liu fell and injured his leg while gathering herbs in the mountains. He should have been devoured by wolves, but the abbot took him in temporarily. However, he repaid kindness with enmity and stole the head of the Medicine Buddha, just to scrape off the gold leaf!"

The monk's eyes turned blood red, and dark red blood seeped from his soul, staining his blue Buddhist robe.

“The Buddha is compassionate, saving all beings from suffering, yet he severed the Buddha's head and tore the gold leaf. As a warrior monk guarding the temple, how can I forgive him?”

"So you cut off his head, sealed his remnant soul, and put it into the statue of the White Serpent General, so that he could also experience the pain of decapitation?"

The monk laughed heartily, exclaiming with satisfaction, "That's right, he deserves to die!!"

"But what about his wife? Why did you kill her too?"

Zhou Sheng looked at the woman's corpse, kneeling on the ground with her skull shattered. In her pupils, there was no piety towards Buddha, but rather an extreme pain and fear.

Clearly, she regained consciousness in her final moments, but it was too late to change anything.

"Because she's no good either!"

The monk angrily retorted, "She also scraped the gold leaf off the Buddha's head, so she deserves to die too!"

"What about the people in this village? Do they all deserve to die too?"

Zhou Sheng called out "Red Thread," and the little guy conjured up his dog nose, rummaging through a corner and finding a jar of pills filled with dark, gooey pills.

"Boss, it smells like medicine, but it's also mixed with some kind of deadly poison. An ordinary person would surely die if they ate it, and even I would get diarrhea!"

Having a body made of stone, her senses were exceptionally sharp; she could detect the smell of poison with just a light sniff.

"If I had arrived any later, would you have gone to give away the precious ginseng pills and poisoned the entire village?"

Zhou Sheng's gaze turned cold and sharp, sensing that there was something deeper hidden behind this, something far more complex than just Liu Si stealing the Buddha's head. Otherwise, what deep-seated hatred could drive someone to poison the entire village?
"I see you also have some Buddhist tendencies. Is this how your Buddha teaches you to indiscriminately kill innocent people?"

Zhou Sheng's words instantly enraged the monk.

"Kill me if you must, but do not insult my Buddha!"

"Before I came here, the abbot ordered me to retrieve the Buddha's head and forbade me from killing anyone, but I was so angry that I couldn't stand it. They all deserved to die, they all deserved to die!!"

"Except for Xiao Guozi, the entire village deserves to die!"

Zhou Sheng's eyes flickered, and he was about to continue asking questions when he noticed that the monk's condition suddenly seemed very strange.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the trace of Buddhist aura that had remained between his brows had completely vanished, replaced by a mass of black demonic energy.

This person must have been a highly accomplished Buddhist practitioner in life, which is why, unlike ordinary vengeful ghosts, he was protected by Buddhist power after death, able to walk in the daytime, and was more lucid.

Although he acts irrationally and has almost fallen into demonic ways, he still retains a trace of the Daoist heart cultivated over many years of Zen practice, struggling on the edge of Buddhism and demonism.

For example, that jar of poisonous pills seems to have been prepared long ago, but it hasn't been sent out yet.

Clearly, although he said he would poison the entire village, he had not actually carried out the plan.

But now, his Buddhist heart has completely fallen into the abyss and has completely entered the demonic path.

"Damn it! They all deserve to die!"

"You deserve to die too!!"

The monk was emanating demonic energy, which caused the dagger inserted into his body to tremble. The malevolent aura grew stronger and stronger, even showing a tendency to evolve into a ghost king.

Zhou Sheng smiled slightly, but made no move, watching helplessly as his opponent continued to become stronger and more demonic.

A moment later, the monk's aura reached its peak, and his entire appearance changed drastically.

His soul body swelled several times its original size, covered with strange fleshy tumors, and four ghostly hands sprouted from his back, while eerie black flames swirled around him.

The dagger embedded in his body was shattered and returned to Zhou Sheng's body as wisps of Geng metal energy.

"From this day forward, there will be no more Guardian Monk Jingzhen in the world. I am... the Demon Buddha!!"

At this moment, he completely fell into the demonic path, even abandoning his faith of countless years, calling himself the Demon Buddha, and lunging at Zhou Sheng with a cold smile.

A chilling wind howled, and demonic flames surged. The towering figure, several meters tall, resembled a demon god descending to earth, making Zhou Sheng appear exceptionally small.

But the next moment, Guan Gong's image suddenly opened his phoenix eyes, and a murderous intent flashed like thunder in his disdainful gaze, and the cold and beautiful sword light was like a ten-thousand-foot-long ribbon.

Boom!

A huge, ten-zhang-long and one-zhang-deep knife-like gash snaked across the ground, its sharpness concentrated and unyielding, preventing mosquitoes and flies from flying and insects from crossing.

The seemingly invincible "Demon Buddha" stood blankly in the air, his head slowly sliding off.

Its massive body dissipated as yin energy, crumbling and disintegrating under Guan Yu's blade.

One strike slays the Demon King!
Zhou Sheng nodded in satisfaction as he felt the tortoise shell Luoshu light up again in his sea of ​​consciousness.

That's right, fattening the pigs before slaughtering them is the best option.

"The name 'Demon Buddha' is too grand for you to bear."

The opponent barely managed to enter the ranks of the Ghost Kings, which is why they were able to break free from his ring-knife and immobilization spell, but they were only the weakest of the weak.

Zhou Sheng watched him fall into demonic possession, partly to fatten him up before killing him, and partly to test the power of Guan Gong's Dharma Image so he would have a better understanding of the situation.

He is very satisfied now.

Under Guan Yu's blade, even an ordinary ghost king is nothing more than a price tag to be sold in Seoul.

...(End of this chapter)