So it turns out I'm the demon!

The room was dimly lit, casting no shadows.

Jiang Mu concealed his aura and crept to the foot of the window. He first used his divine sense to probe inside, and after confirming that no one was there, he used his [Teleportation] ability to enter. As soon as he stepped inside, the scene before him made Jiang Mu shudder.

A woman was lying in the meditation room.

The woman was completely naked, with a ripped-open abdomen that looked like an empty cloth bag.

A baby was lying on the futon next to it.

Surrounded by black mist, it remained motionless, clearly having been dead for some time.

This scene looks so familiar.

Jiang Mu had seen a similar scene in the cave outside Black Soil Village.

At that time, several women were also subjected to cesarean sections, which was clearly some kind of sacrificial ritual.

Just then, the candlelight in the room flickered.

The next moment, the dead infant opened its eyes, let out a sharp cry, pushed off the ground with its limbs, and lunged towards Jiang Mu's face. Jiang Mu threw a punch.

"Bang!"

The black baby was hit by the punch and slammed heavily against the wall.

Then it exploded into a mass of black liquid.

Immediately afterwards, the black liquid spread across the wall, gradually outlining a huge baby face.

His facial features were distorted, his mouth stretched to his ears, and he wore a sinister grin.

Before Jiang Mu could react, the baby's huge face roared and squeezed out of the wall bricks, bringing with it a giant fist formed from black liquid, which smashed down on Jiang Mu with a stench.

Boom!

Jiang Mu was sent flying backward, her back smashing through the wall and carving a shallow furrow in the yard before she regained her footing.

"roar!"

The meditation room also exploded at the same moment, with rubble and wood chips flying everywhere.

The giant baby rose from the ruins, its body swelling to several meters tall, its entire body pitch black, like a deformed tumor crawling out of the underworld.

Jiang Mu's gaze turned cold as she murmured, "A demonic infant?"

"Amitabha."

Accompanied by a Buddhist chant, a monk slowly emerged from behind the giant demonic infant, a smile on his face.

The monk was handsome and very young.

Upon seeing the monk's face clearly, Jiang Mu paused, then exclaimed in surprise, "It's you?"

His gaze swept over the woman's corpse in the ruins, and he suddenly realized, "That's right, besides you, probably no one else could have done such a thing." This monk was the same monk who had followed Prince Sheng back then.

sea ​​of ​​bitterness.

Prince Sheng used the Seven Deadly Sins technique to reincarnate as a fetus, and the one who orchestrated this was this monk. During the chaos at the Divine Sword Sect, this monk and Daoist Jiu disappeared amidst the confusion.

I never expected to meet you here again.

What surprised Jiang Mu even more was that the unusual movement of the Heavenly Silkworm just now clearly showed that the demonic monk in front of him was actually a legitimate cultivator under the [Kang Jinlong] system.

Ku Hai, with one hand raised to his chest and twirling his prayer beads, smiled at Jiang Mu and said, "Lord Jiang, it's been a long time. It's been a long time."

Jiang Mu sneered, a murderous intent flickering in his eyes:

"I never expected to meet you here. You are a guest of the Prince of Daqing, yet you hide in a dilapidated temple and secretly carry out rituals, harming innocent people."

Master Kuhai, you're really too dedicated to being a monk!

If Buddha knew you were doing this kind of side business down there, he probably wouldn't even be able to sit securely on his lotus flower.

Faced with Jiang Mu's sarcasm, Ku Hai sighed:

"Lord Jiang, in your opinion, what kind of person can be considered innocent?"

Before Jiang Mu could respond, he continued speaking to himself:

"All living beings are adrift in suffering. This humble monk is merely pointing out a shortcut for those who no longer wish to endure it."

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the physical body is but a boat. To abandon this leaky, dilapidated vessel and transfer one's soul into a new body—isn't that another form of rebirth?" Jiang Mu laughed angrily. "You've got plenty of nonsense. Last time at the Divine Sword Sect, I was prepared to kill you, but you escaped. Today, this dilapidated temple has good feng shui; it'll be perfect as your grave."

Ku Hai paused, his fingers still moving the prayer beads, and chuckled softly:

"That's not necessarily true."

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant demonic infant behind him let out a roar and pounced on Jiang Mu.

Jiang Mu pointed her finger at her chest.

Blood-red armor plates spread like liquid along his torso and limbs.

In the blink of an eye, a wildly designed blood-black battle armor covered his entire body, making him more than two meters tall.

Jiang Mu stretched out her arm.

Demonic energy and blood river mingled in his palm, and a giant blood-red sword instantly materialized.

Swish!

Jiang Mu gripped the knife with both hands and charged forward against the tide.

The black and red blade light, like a blood-red tsunami, swept across with overwhelming force.

"Sizzle"

The demonic infant's enormous body split open from the center.

However, the demonic infant that had been cut in two did not fall down. Instead, it splattered on the ground like ink before, quickly gathered together, and attempted to reform itself.

Jiang Mu snorted coldly and flipped her left hand.

The bronze Buddha lamp floats in the palm of your hand.

He flicked his finger, and a drop of dark golden lamp oil fell into the pool of ink.

"boom!"

The pure Buddhist karmic fire instantly soared into the sky.

Accompanied by mournful screams, the extremely yin and evil ink churned in the golden sea of ​​fire, and was eventually burned to ashes.

Ku Hai watched this scene, his expression turning solemn, and he sighed:

"In such a short time, Lord Jiang's cultivation has improved so rapidly that it is truly a rare sight in the world. It seems that I will have to put in a lot more effort to guide you today." "Guide me? You should take care of yourself first."

Jiang Mu flashed forward, and his giant blade came crashing down.

Ku Hai raised his hands upwards, and his wide kasaya billowed in the wind.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless!"

With his roar, a surging black ocean suddenly appeared behind him.

The sea was battered by howling winds and towering waves.

Countless ferocious sea monsters emerged from the waves and pounced on Jiang Mu.

Some resemble giant octopuses, others look like rotting whale sharks, and still others are densely packed schools of skeleton fish...

Jiang Mu swung his knife and slashed.

But the monsters seemed endless; as one wave was cleaved in two, another surged up, and the black seawater rose higher and higher.

Annoying flies.

He simply stopped cutting them down one by one.

He gripped the sword with both hands, and the Eight Realms Star Power within his body erupted like a volcano. He then spun around forcefully in place.

Countless crimson blade beams swept out like a torrential downpour.

Wherever the blade's energy passed, the sea monsters were torn to pieces, and a huge rift was cleaved open in the black seawater.

Taking advantage of the instant the sea monster was cleared, Jiang Mu had a thought and used teleportation.

The next moment, he appeared before the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

However, when he swung his sword down, the blade missed its target.

He turned around abruptly, only to find Ku Hai standing where he had just been, his hands still clasped together, his smile unchanged.

"This guy can teleport too?"

Jiang Mu frowned.

Unconvinced, he activated teleportation again, instantly appearing behind the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

But the result was exactly the same; the Sea of ​​Bitterness reappeared in the place where he had previously stayed.

The two were like chess pieces exchanging positions on a chessboard.

After several failed attempts, Jiang Mu suddenly realized:

"So it was a teleportation technique. I underestimated you, you bald monk."

Ku Hai stood at a distance, his smile as gentle as ever:

"This humble monk and Benefactor Jiang are each on the other side. If you do not move forward, I will not retreat. If I do not move forward, you can only look at me from across the river."

"Since we are separated by water, no matter how sharp the blade, how can it reach the person on the other side?"

"Looking across the river? That's not necessarily true."

While speaking, Jiang Mu secretly released the Shadow Demon.

He then teleported again.

"Whoosh!"

Spatial fluctuations.

Seeing this, Ku Hai also activated his teleportation technique.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, the Bitter Sea smoothly shifted to the spot where Jiang Mu had just been standing.

He was about to continue his sarcasm when a chill suddenly ran down his spine.

Suddenly, a pure black shadow, identical in shape to Jiang Mu, burst forth from his side, its black blade, formed from demonic energy, slashing down at a tricky angle.

"What?!"

Ku Hai's expression changed, and he hastily raised the ebony prayer beads on his wrist to block.

"Bang!"

The shadow blade struck the prayer beads, shattering several beads on the spot.

Rings of golden Buddhist light rippled outwards like waves, barely managing to block the fatal blow.

But this sudden and heavy blow threw Ku Hai into a state of utter chaos.

The illusion of the black sea that had been clinging to him shattered with a roar, turning into a cloud of water vapor that dissipated.

"Got you!"

Before Ku Hai could regain his footing, Jiang Mu's true form had already arrived.

At the same time, a [Fire God Dharma Image] tens of meters tall appeared behind them, its flaming phantom illuminating the dilapidated temple as if it were daytime.

Jiang Mu moved closer, her movements synchronized with Fa Xiang's.

The fist, carrying a scorching wave of energy, slammed towards Ku Hai's chest.

"puff"

Ku Hai spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and crashed through two broken walls before landing on the ground.

While you are sick, I will kill you!

Jiang Mu gave the other party no chance to breathe, and flipped her hand over.

【Qianjinshan】!

Golden light shone brightly in the night sky, and a majestic golden mountain magic treasure materialized out of thin air, carrying a terrifying pressure that could crush mountains, and fiercely suppressed the place where the sea of ​​suffering had fallen.

Boom!

The gold mountain landed, causing the ground to tremble violently.

Before Jiang Mu could step forward, Ku Hai pulled a copper bowl from his sleeve.

A corner of the bronze bowl was chipped off, but when he threw it into the air, the weight of the gold mountain forced a crack open.

The sea of ​​suffering emerged from the cracks like a stray dog.

He glared at Jiang Mu hatefully, then turned to flee.

But before he could run more than a few steps, two dark lights shot down from behind him. They were two Soul-Locking Coffin Nails, one on each shoulder blade, pinning him to the ground, unable to move.

Jiang Mu walked up to him and looked down at the ashen-faced demon monk.

Ku Hai coughed violently, each cough bringing up large mouthfuls of bloody foam.

He looked up at Jiang Mu and gave a bitter laugh:

"I see... Now I understand, Lord Jiang is also a star position under the [Kang Jinlong] system, right?"

Jiang Mu did not deny it, and said calmly:

"There's something I don't understand. Back in the Divine Sword Sect, you worked yourself to the bone helping Prince Sheng get a second chance at life through surrogacy, so why did you run away at the crucial moment? Didn't you ever think about staying to get a share of the spoils, or asking for some benefits?"

Upon hearing this, Ku Hai countered with a question:

"Lord Jiang, do you remember what I said to you on the streets of Huzhou City?"

Jiang Mu recalled for a moment and said, "What nonsense about saving people from suffering?"

Ku Hai's breath was weak, but a strange halo appeared on his pale face, like a final burst of light before death.

He looked up at the waning moon and slowly said:

"At the beginning of life, people are born as flawless white jade. However, this mortal world is full of filth and defilement. As long as people live, they will be tainted by greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and doubt, and will commit these seven deadly sins."

The human world is purgatory.

Although I have a compassionate heart, I am powerless to cleanse this turbid world.

Therefore, this humble monk can only stop evil by killing, destroying their sinful bodies and allowing their souls to return to nothingness, thus attaining purity and liberation... leaving no sin behind, and preventing them from entering the cycle of reincarnation. This is this humble monk's way of salvation.

Jiang Mu remained silent for a long while, then shook her head:

"I don't understand what you're saying. But I can tell you're a madman. After all that chanting, go down and discuss it with that prince." With that, Jiang Mu raised his long sword.

Ku Hai suddenly laughed:

"Is Lord Jiang so certain... that Prince Sheng is truly dead?"

Jiang Mu paused, the blade hovering an inch above Ku Hai's neck, his eyes narrowing:

"What do you mean?"

Ku Hai coughed up blood while chuckling to himself.

"The Seven Deadly Sins Secret Technique is not a one-time use method. King Yan planted the seed of longevity in the yin and nurtured it in the blood."

As long as the "seed" remains, as long as the bloodline he laid out still exists in the world, he will be reborn again and again.

Killing him once is not difficult, killing him a hundred times is also easy.

But he will always emerge again somewhere, from somewhere inside...

Sowing seeds?

Jiang Mu was somewhat bewildered.

Suddenly, he recalled He Shan'er, whom he had met at the Divine Sword Sect.

Back when that woman was at the Divine Sword Sect, she had completely submitted to Prince Sheng, and her words were always "Master this, Master that".

During that encounter, He Shan'er was indeed much fuller and rounder than before.

Could it be...?

In that brief moment when Jiang Mu was momentarily distracted, a sudden change occurred!

The body of the man nailed to the ground suddenly collapsed and shrank at a visible speed, like a deflated balloon. In an instant, only an empty, bloodstained human skin remained.

"boom!"

A hundred meters away, the ground suddenly exploded.

A streak of light burst forth from the ground and swept away from the outskirts of Fazhou City.

"After spouting all that nonsense, you were just using a clever escape tactic!"

Jiang Mu snorted coldly, and the Demonic Wings on his back unfolded. With a flap of his wings, he transformed into a black lightning bolt and chased after it.

Ku Hai had clearly used some kind of escape technique that depleted his life force, and his speed was extremely fast.

But Moro's wings are faster.

Two beams of light chased each other across the night sky, the distance between them rapidly decreasing.

However, when Jiang Mu chased after it to the top of a village, Ku Hai suddenly made a sharp turn and swooped down toward a farmhouse with lights on.

Inside the farmhouse, a woman in labor was lying on the bed, screaming in agony.

The peasant woman's abdomen was swollen, and beads of sweat were like beans.

The midwife squatted at the foot of the bed, rubbing a cloth with hot water while shouting at the top of her lungs:

"Push harder! Give it your all!"

Jiang Mu's expression changed drastically.

This guy wants to be reborn through a second womb!

The Sea of ​​Bitterness is proficient in the secret art of rebirth from the seven deadly sins, and can easily possess the body of an unborn baby.

He's gambling.

I bet Jiang Mu wouldn't dare to harm innocent babies and new mothers.

The evil deed of killing infants is intolerable to Heaven.

Even though Jiang Mu is cold-blooded and devoid of kindness, such a proud son of heaven is most averse to such sins.

"Are you trying to morally blackmail me?"

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Mu's eyes as he brought his sword fingers together and pointed forward.

A streak of silvery-white cold light flashed out.

The flying sword [Wangchuan] emitted a sword cry and went straight for the stream of light flying towards the house.

Seemingly sensing the threat, the streak of light trembled in mid-air and instantly split into more than a dozen identical tiny streaks of light, which streaked toward the house like scattered fireworks.

It makes it impossible for people to distinguish which one is the true location of the sea of ​​suffering.

"Trying to fool me?"

Jiang Mu snorted coldly and tapped her brow with her finger.

[Divination by Spiritual Light] activated!

The world before Jiang Mu's eyes lost all color, turning into black and white.

Among the dozen or so streaks of black and white light darting about erratically, he immediately spotted one that was attempting to climb down the chimney into the delivery room. Directly above it, a blood-red character for "ominous" was flashing.

Jiang Mu pointed his sword.

"Clang!"

The Flying Sword of Oblivion shot out once more.

A piercing scream came from the horizon, and the streak of light, carrying a cloud of blood mist, fell from mid-air and crashed heavily onto a barren slope, transforming back into the sea of ​​suffering.

Jiang Mufei flew up to the Bitter Sea and looked down at him.

"I underestimated you."

At this moment, half of Ku Hai's body had been shredded by the flying sword, and all that remained in his eyes was fear and despair.

He stared at Jiang Mu and said sternly:

"Jiang Mu, you can't kill me! If you kill me, you'll die too!"

I want to give it a try.

Jiang Mu stomped on his head.

Ku Hai's head was trampled to pieces, red and white splattered everywhere.

Jiang Mu took out a star pill from the other party's abdomen, closed his eyes and carefully sensed it, then murmured, "So it's the [Arche] star position under Kang Jinlong."

Just then, the moonlight overhead dimmed for a moment.

It wasn't that there were clouds obscuring it; rather, it was as if a black cloth was forcibly covering the energy of heaven and earth within a radius of several miles.

At the same time, an invisible barrier descended from the sky.

It was like an invisible giant hand pressing down.

Jiang Mu's pupils contracted sharply, and Moro flapped its wings violently, retreating rapidly.

"Who goes there!"

Jiang Mu's heart trembled violently, and she looked up.

But then they saw the headless corpse in the sea of ​​suffering slowly stand up.

Moreover, a wisp of golden mist surged from Ku Hai's neck, swirling above the severed wound and gradually condensing into a new head. It was no longer Ku Hai's face, but the face of an old monk covered in wrinkles.

The old monk sighed deeply:

"Amitabha. In the end... I'm still a step too late."

Jiang Mu sensed the unfathomable aura emanating from the other party, his muscles tensed, and he said in a deep voice:

"Who are you, sir?"

The old monk looked up at him, his gaze peaceful, yet it made Jiang Mu feel as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. "This sea of ​​suffering is a bait that I, this humble monk, cast into this turbid world. I intended to use it to catch a big fish. Alas, before the fish even took the bait, you, benefactor, tore it off."

The old monk said regretfully.

Fish bait?

Jiang Mu was speechless for a moment.

Why does it feel like as their cultivation level increases and they come into contact with deeper levels, these old monsters hiding behind the scenes all seem to enjoy playing this four-dimensional checkers game of "you scheme against me, I scheme against you"?

They're always talking big, and always going fishing.

Do they really think the world is a fishpond?

"Well, since the bait is ruined, it's fate."

The old monk looked at Jiang Mu, a strange light suddenly flashing in his eyes.

"Young man, you have a unique destiny and are a rare talent. Our meeting is fate. From this day forward, you will enter my Buddhist order, wash away your worldly desires, and be ordained as my last disciple."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mu laughed in extreme anger:

"You want me to become a Buddhist monk? Who do you think you are? Don't you even ask if I agree?"

The old monk put his hands together in prayer position:

"This humble monk has never needed the benefactor's permission to guide people. If the Buddha said you have a karmic connection, then you have a karmic connection."

As he spoke, he raised his arm and gently flicked his sleeve.

A razor appeared out of thin air.

The blade was no more than three inches long, and it gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight.

The razor spun in mid-air and slowly fell towards Jiang Mu's head.

Before the blade even arrived, Jiang Mu felt a chill run down his spine and immediately teleported to dodge.

As soon as his figure disappeared from the spot, the razor also vanished.

When it reappeared, it was still hovering directly above his head.

"Enter my Dharma gate, sever your worldly ties. All three thousand afflictions will fall before the Buddha. The physical body is but an illusion; once you enter the gate of emptiness, you will attain enlightenment..." The old monk's mantra echoed in the air like a resounding bell.

Each word transformed into golden Sanskrit characters, converging on Jiang Mu from all directions and trapping her.

"Damn it!"

Jiang Mu could only rely on speed and agility to dodge frantically.

The razor was pressed lower and lower.

Several times, the blade grazed his earlobe, severing a few strands of hair from his sideburns.

As the razor drew ever closer, its flashing blades weaving an increasingly dense net, Jiang Mu gritted her teeth, preparing to unleash the Curse of Misfortune in a desperate attempt. However…

With a snap, the razor suddenly exploded into powder.

The golden spell lights that had trapped Jiang Mu also dissipated at the same time.

At the same time, a powerful pressure, like the collapse of the Milky Way, descended from the sky.

The old monk's expression changed drastically, and he looked up.

At the end of the dilapidated temple, atop the old stupa that was leaning to one side, stood a slender female figure.

She was enveloped in a soft, shimmering white light.

The halo flowed like water, obscuring her face and figure, leaving only a faint outline visible.

That single glimpse of its outline was enough to make the world pale in comparison.

She stood there quietly, like a celestial maiden descending from the heavens, radiating an otherworldly aura of serene elegance and nobility. She possessed a majestic, awe-inspiring power that transcended all living beings!

The old monk looked up at the night sky, lost in thought, and said, "The Harem Star..."

Bai Xiang's gaze fell on the few strands of hair that had been cut off on Jiang Mu's shoulder, and the white light surrounding her rippled slightly.

Deep within his phoenix eyes, a murderous intent surged like a tide.

She raised her hand and made a grabbing motion in mid-air from a distance of several dozen feet.

A giant hand formed from moonlight appeared out of thin air in front of the old monk, its five fingers like hooks, and it grabbed his body.

Like a fly with its wings pinched, being lifted into the air.

The old monk's face turned deathly pale as he desperately tried to break free by channeling the power of the laws within his body: "Amitabha, benefactor, please hear what this humble monk has to say, this is a mistake." Bai Xiang flipped his wrist and slammed it down hard.

boom!

The old monk was smashed into the ground, creating a human-shaped crater about ten feet deep.

Before he could climb out of the pit, the giant moonlight hand pulled him out of the pit again, lifted him into the air, and slammed him down once more.

"Benefactor, this humble monk is..."

"Bang!"

"Pfft, benefactor one"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Grab it, smash it down! Grab it, smash it down again!

Jiang Mu stood to the side, her eyelids twitching, and she subconsciously took a half step back.

What kind of deity is this? Why is he so short-tempered?