A master of comedy!

into the night.

With the dragon's demise, the floodwaters have receded, but White Snake Village is now a scene of devastation and ruin.

Fortunately, the villagers had been collected into the green bag beforehand, and no one was killed or injured.

After seeing the dragon's corpse with their own eyes, they completely regarded Zhou Sheng as an immortal descended to earth, and even said that they would build a temple and establish a shrine for him after rebuilding their home.

Zhou Sheng did not follow the path of the gods and did not care about this, but he used the name of the gods to tell about the great deeds of the monks of Yaofo Temple and make them famous.

Some things should not be forgotten.

"Boss, boss, I'm exhausted! How long will it take us to eat all this meat?"

Hongxian's knife was dulled before she finally dissected the dragon completely, removing all its tendons, bones, skin, and flesh with such skill that she could be a butcher.

They say dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat on the ground.

She had eaten donkey meat before, and it was very delicious, but she didn't know what dragon meat tasted like.

The dragon is a treasure trove: its skin can be made into armor, its flesh can increase strength, its bones can be used to create magical artifacts, and its scales can be forged into weapons...

The Immortal Stone Cave and the Green Bag were almost full before they could completely "digest" the dragon.

"Boss, this treasure is for you!"

Hongxian offered the most precious dragon horn besides the inner core. This object was as heavy as black iron and had naturally grown mysterious patterns on it. When the bright moon shone on it, it would radiate a dazzling light.

Zhou Sheng sensed a strong power of wind, thunder, water, and marshland on the dragon's horns.

This is a rare treasure. If there were a skilled weapon refiner, it could be forged into a divine weapon that controls wind, thunder, water, and marshes, greatly enhancing combat power.

He treasured this treasure in the very core of the Immortal Stone Cave, placing it alongside the half-piece of the dragon's inner core, to be used later.

At this point, the mission can be considered accomplished, and the harvest has been plentiful.

But Zhou Sheng did not leave immediately. Instead, in the quiet of the night, he went to a mountain peak and quietly played the zither.

As the Jiaowei Guqin played its melodious tunes, birds circled in the night sky, their cries like gentle murmurs.

Although Jinse was still asleep, as Zhou Sheng's natal magic weapon, it was naturally mysterious and wondrous. The music it played was rich and powerful, permeating the world like a spring breeze and rain, dispelling the evil aura brought by the fall of the dragon.

Where dragon blood is poured, the feng shui becomes inauspicious. If this is not resolved, even if White Snake Village is rebuilt, the descendants will likely experience a decline in fortune and may even encounter misfortune.

With Zhou Sheng's Taoist cultivation and the supernatural power of the guqin, he was able to use music to influence the energy field of heaven and earth, changing fate and dispelling evil in just one tune.

When the music ended, the last trace of malevolence vanished without a trace.

A flock of birds circled around, as if paying homage to a phoenix.

They seemed to be grateful to Zhou Sheng for making this home peaceful and clear again.

Animals are more sensitive to changes in feng shui energy fields. Zhou Sheng's song is not only helping people, but also helping all kinds of creatures that live here year-round.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Applause suddenly broke the stillness of the night, shattering the profound harmony between humanity and all living things.

Zhou Sheng was not surprised.

“The birds sing, seeking the voices of their friends. Even those birds seek the voices of their friends.”

The person's voice was clear, gentle, and had a subtle Zen-like quality.

"You played 'The Woodcutters,' which is taken from the Book of Songs, Minor Odes. It uses birdsong to seek friends as a metaphor for people, implying 'inviting friends to gather together.' You really did notice my presence long ago."

Zhou Sheng slowly turned around and saw a black-robed monk in the moonlight. He wore a mask of a deity, held prayer beads, and had deep eyes, like a bottomless well.

"Whether they are friends or enemies is hard to say..."

Zhou Sheng's voice was calm, but his eyes held a turbulent undercurrent. The mask of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva gradually appeared on his face, possessing both the compassion of Buddha and the wrath of demon subduing. He seemed poised to transform into a wrathful Vajra who would kill without offering salvation, and his invisible power caused the black-robed monk to glance at him slightly.

"Acala greets Ksitigarbha."

The black-robed monk showed no surprise, but instead put his hands together and slowly bowed.

In Buddhism, there are many Vidyarajas, but they are not independent attainments; rather, they are the wrathful forms of Buddhas or Bodhisattvas when they subdue demons.

Acala, the Immovable King, is the wrathful form of Mahavairocana Buddha, serving as a protector of the Dharma.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is one of the four great Bodhisattvas in Buddhism, and holds a revered position. Therefore, even if the other party has a high level of cultivation, they must still pay their respects upon seeing the Ksitigarbha mask.

"Black-clad Dragon King, please sit down."

Zhou Sheng's words made the monk's pupils constrict, and for the first time, he showed a look of surprise.

This overly young "chess player" not only surprised him in this move, but also revealed his identity in one sentence.
"You are the Black-Clad Dragon King, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Longhua Sect. Your origins are mysterious, and your status is revered, second only to the Sect Leader and the Buddha Mother. You are skilled in strategy, military tactics, and chess, and have almost never lost. You are the undisputed strategist of the Longhua Sect."

Zhou Sheng spoke again, this time in more detail, which stirred something in the black-robed monk's eyes.

At this moment, a series of figures flashed through his mind as he pondered who the spy was.

"It seems you are not just a simple sorcerer. If I'm not mistaken, you have more than just Yu Zhensheng as your master. Who else is there?"

"Zhang Sanfeng, or...the old man?"

When the words "old man" were mentioned, his whole body tensed up slightly involuntarily, and his eyes quickly scanned the dark night.

This is an almost instinctive sense of dread.

Seeing that the other person had been led astray, Zhou Sheng smiled slightly, gave him a deep look, and instead of answering, asked a question in return.

Why do you ask me who my master is, instead of... who I am?

Upon hearing this, the black-robed monk's gaze sharpened instantly, as if he had discovered some astonishing secret, and he stared intently at Zhou Sheng.

"So...who are you?"

Zhou Sheng looked at him calmly and said indifferently, "You just bowed to me, so tell me... who am I?"

boom!
What rang out was not thunder, but the crushing of the Buddhist prayer beads in the black-robed monk's hand.

"After drinking that 'wake-up soup,' you weren't actually unawakened; you were just pretending to be confused?"

The monk's question made Zhou Sheng secretly sneer. It seemed that the other party also had spies in the underworld and had already investigated him thoroughly.

Zhou Sheng smiled slightly, no longer responding to the topic, but instead changing the subject.

"Now it's your turn to tell me who you are."

Seeing that the other party had lost their initial Zen-like composure and even allowed him to completely steer and dominate the conversation, Zhou Sheng knew that his strategy had succeeded and he had temporarily intimidated the other party.

For someone as intelligent as the other person, you must encourage them to actively make connections.

The smarter a person is, the more confident they are, and the more they believe in what they come up with.

Of course, the reason he was able to succeed so smoothly was not because he was actually more intelligent than his opponent, but because he used the Luoshu and the information gap to launch a surprise attack.

The black-robed monk seemed to realize his loss of composure. He closed his eyes and instantly regained control of his emotions. When he opened his eyes again, his calm gaze held a hint of mockery.

"Since you are Him, why ask?"

Zhou Sheng nodded, slowly extended one hand, and counted on his fingers, saying, "That makes sense. Then I'll... do the calculations?"

...(End of this chapter)