I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

Night fell.

Wang insisted on giving the bed to Juexin.

Juexin refused to comply and finally laid out a pile of dry hay on the ground in the corner of the room, sitting down to rest.

The oil lamp went out, plunging the room into darkness, while the chirping of insects outside the window continued intermittently.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from inside.

A small, dark figure groped its way over and snuggled into Juexin's arms.

The little girl was trembling uncontrollably, her tiny hands clutching Juexin's clothes, making indistinct and urgent sounds.

The little hands frantically gestured "run" and "bad guy" in the dark.

Juexin, however, seemed not to understand her meaning, and reached out her palm to gently stroke the girl's head.

My palms are slightly warm, and a peaceful and reassuring aura flows through them.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

"Go to sleep, you'll feel better after a good night's sleep."

Magic arises spontaneously from the whispers.

The little girl's eyelids grew heavy, and she finally succumbed to sleepiness, leaning against the little monk's chest and falling into a deep sleep.

Juexin softly recited a Buddhist chant:

"Amitabha."

......

I don't know how much time passed.

A basin of cold water was poured over his head.

Juexin opened his eyes.

A cold wind howled around him, his hands and feet were bound by thick iron chains, and he was suspended in mid-air in a "T" shape.

This is a spacious cave.

However, the cave's decor is, frankly, a rather indescribable style.

The cave walls were not covered with moss from seeping water; instead, they were adorned with calligraphy and paintings, just like those of a wealthy household.

The portrait depicts "An eagle catching a chick," but the characters are written like chicken claws and are all hung upside down.

The forced imitation of human elegance makes the entire cave appear exceptionally absurd.

"What a smooth-skinned, fleshy monk!"

"This king's mouth is so bland, I was just wondering where to have a treat, and then heaven sends me this fine delicacy!"

In the firelight, the true appearance of the newcomer was revealed.

He was about ten feet tall, with a human body and a pig's head, fangs protruding like halberds, and black hair all over his body like needles. He carried a heavy nine-ringed broadsword in his hand.

Langdang Mountain, Iron Mane King.

He circled around Juexin while smacking his lips:

"That old dog Gao Renyi sent word that a monk had arrived, which frightened me so much that I thought it was some unreasonable bald monk from the 'Great Wonder Temple' coming to my door."

"After inquiring, it turned out to be some 'Shangmiao Temple'? Never even heard of it! Probably just some shady monk who goes around scamming people out of their money, hahaha!"

The Iron-Mane King became more and more excited as he spoke, sticking out his tongue, which was covered in barbs.

Juexin was suspended in mid-air.

His usual naive and dull demeanor had completely vanished.

In his clear, black-and-white pupils, there was no ripple of emotion, only compassion and understanding.

Juexin spoke, his tone indifferent, more like a statement than a question:

"Is this the cause and effect between you and Benefactor Gao? He brings life, you protect from wind and rain?"

Iron-Mane King laughed as if he had heard a hilarious joke, his fat jiggling wildly.

"Wind and rain? What do I care about wind and rain! I'm just raising a bunch of two-legged sheep. I eat them when I want, and kill them when I want! That's my rule!"

"Alright, enough nonsense, monk. Remember to open your eyes wider next time you're reincarnated, and don't try to crawl into my pot again!"

As he spoke, he raised his broadsword high, its cold gleam poised to fall.

"Amitabha."

A soft recitation.

"collapse!"

A crisp sound.

The iron chains binding their hands and feet snapped on their own, breaking into several pieces that fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Juexin landed lightly, patted the rust off his hands, and quietly watched the pig demon.

King Ironfur was stunned.

This script is wrong!

Shouldn't they cry and beg for mercy?

Enraged, King Ironfur revealed his true, ferocious nature.

"roar!"

"No matter where you bald monk came from! Today you'll all be turned into mincemeat by this great king!!"

He roared, and his demonic aura surged.

Its body swelled to more than twice its original size, a layer of black hair stood on end, and its skin turned bluish-black.

Its fangs protrude, fully revealing a terrifying demonic body comparable to a human Foundation Establishment cultivator.

A fierce wind howled through the hall, scattering the calligraphy and paintings that adorned the entrance all over the floor.

Ironfur King raised his greatsword high, imbued with dense demonic energy, and slashed down at the head!

Juexin faced this blow that split the mountain and shattered the rocks.

Close your eyes and put your hands together in prayer position.

Respect.

"This disciple is dull-witted and does not understand the Buddha's teachings."

"Today we're exorcising demons; let's borrow their power."

A golden light shone from between his brows, radiating great brilliance.

Within the filthy cave, a solemn Dharma realm appeared out of thin air.

Under the pig demon's horrified gaze.

Behind the thin monk.

A fierce Vajra statue, its entire body made of crystal and surrounded by golden flames, stands on a lotus pedestal, rising from the ground.

The Vajra glares fiercely, solely to subdue demons.

The phantom didn't make any extra movements, but simply put its hands together in prayer, just like Juexin.

An immense pressure descended.

The pressure was so great that Iron Mane King's knees went weak, and he could not only not hold his knife, but also could not even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

"A...a mage?!"

The pig demon's spirit was greatly disturbed.

Juexin lifted a corner of his eyelids, his thin lips parted slightly, and a thunderous voice boomed:

"Thank you for your trouble, benefactor."

A giant, indestructible hand descended from the sky.

……

A solitary temple in the vast desert.

Yellow sand lashed against the windowpane.

The old monk sat silently before the Buddha, turning the dull prayer beads in his hands and murmuring scriptures continuously.

Hey.

The movement stopped.

The rope broke.

An unremarkable, perfectly round black chess piece detached from the string of beads, bounced on the ground, and made a crisp sound.

It rolled to the threshold and came to a stop.

The old monk stared at the lone black stone, his wrinkled face frozen in astonishment.

After a long while, it turned into a long sigh, containing both relief and bewilderment.

"So... the piece has been placed?"

"My foolish child...who exactly did he raise for?"

......

"yawn--"

A rented room in Shanghai.

Qingyuan stretched out a big yawn, his joints cracking all over.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains and fell on his face.

I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it was exactly eight o'clock.

"I slept really well last night, I'm so tired."

Qingyuan squeezed toothpaste while muttering something indistinctly.

Perhaps it's because the power of the technique is so great.

He had a bizarre and fantastical dream.

One moment it's a small temple in the vast desert, the next it's a scene of Pigsy carrying his wife in a cave.

Finally, there seems to be a Super Saiyan version of a little monk whose whole body is glowing?

Did you accidentally watch the wrong channel while watching Journey to the West?

"But that wild boar spirit is quite unique in appearance, like the braised lion's head meatballs from the company cafeteria that have come to life."

He smiled and shook his head, then scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face.

The cold sensation brought him back to his senses.

Today is the main event; I promised to take my aunt's family to Disneyland.

After getting ready, Qingyuan grabbed his car keys, but stopped abruptly at the door.

"Wait, I don't think I turned off my computer last night? And I didn't quit the game?!"

I left my character AFK all night, won't the sect get bombed?!

He quickly returned to his desk and started fiddling with the mouse.

The screen lights up, and a traditional Chinese ink painting scroll appears.

Fortunately.

Only a month has passed in the game, and nothing has gone wrong.

Qingyuan pressed the [Pause] button.

The world freezes.

"My children, I'm going offline for now, don't worry about me."

"When I get back, I'll show you the way."

He didn't notice.

At the end of the massive and intricate root system of the supernatural tree, a hidden corner.

A small swastika symbol.

It was lit up for a fleeting moment, without anyone noticing.