A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

"Bang bang bang bang—!!"

Deputy Director Liu, who was driving the Bull Magic Form, casually threw away the small hill that had been smashed to pieces. Not satisfied with that, he simply swung his fist and smashed the yellow-browed image of the Yongjue Old Monk.

That guy's punches landed squarely, each blow drawing blood, cracking the earth and spewing lava!

That's truly like an old monk's wooden fish—a weapon destined to be struck!

A toad's belly—it's destined to be beaten!

One punch, and the Buddha's crown was askew.

Two punches later, the fangs broke.

Three or four punches rained down on him, turning his tattered robe into open-crotch pants, revealing the bluish-black, pus-filled "Buddha-Demon Golden Body" beneath—

Good heavens, it's like a pickle jar that's been sitting for eight hundred years, it's so filthy and stinky!

"Awooo—!!!"

The old monk Yongjue's screams, mixed with the shrill cries of the Dharma Image, echoed back and forth in the Flaming Mountain, like a pig or sheep being slaughtered with background music, making it incredibly lively.

Dog watched from the side, slapping the ground with his paws and spitting everywhere:

"Director Liu! Beat him up! Smash him in the face! Right there! Ouch, his nose bridge's all sunken down! Perfect!"

Ji Zuodao finished his melon seeds and was now pulling an apple from his human skin bag. He wiped it on his clothes, took a big bite with a "crunch," and juice splattered everywhere. He mumbled his comments:

"Hmm, it's strong enough, but this old man's bones are quite hard, like three-year-old cured meat, very resistant to being beaten."

Upon hearing this, Deputy Director Liu exhaled a scorching white puff of breath, his voice like muffled thunder:

"Tough? I'll take care of anything that dares to challenge me!"

"That mountain just now, it wasn't easy to swing, so it just broke."

"Watch closely—"

Before he finished speaking, the Bull Demon Avatar suddenly released the dazed "Yellow-Eyebrowed Avatar," and its two giant hands, encased in lava, plunged deep into the boiling earth beneath its feet once more!

"Give it to me—"

"rise--!!!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the despairing gaze of the old monk Yongjue, whose eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets, amidst Dog-Grandpa's excited whimpers and the "crunch" of Ji Zuodao munching on an apple—

With a twist of its waist, the bull magician's muscles bulged like a dragon, and it emerged from this boundless world of flames, solidly, steadily, and effortlessly...

Another one was "pulled out"!

Updated! Hotter! Bigger! The flames shoot even higher—

Hundred-zhang Flaming Mountain!

The golden-white "Samadhi Fire" on the mountain burned fiercely, scorching the space around it, causing it to distort and wail!

"You old bald monk, there's plenty of mountain space!"

Deputy Director Liu grinned, his smile simple, unpretentious, and rather dull.

"That last one was just a warm-up."

"This is the main course."

"Catch it!"

"Get out of here—!!!"

"call--!!!!!!"

The newly formed Flaming Mountain tore through the sky, burning everything in its path. With an even more ferocious, explosive, and unreasonable aura of destruction than before, it once again slammed down on the "Yellow-Eyebrowed Dharma Image," which had just barely managed to stand up and was covered in tatters.

"No--!!!!!!"

The old monk Yongjue's scream had already broken his voice.

He finally understood.

What supernatural powers and transformations, what Buddhist or magical forms...?

You're utterly useless in front of him!

They don't play games with you at all.

Just one move.

Pulling up mountains.

Smash.

The mountain shattered?

No problem, we have plenty of land and mountains, there's enough for everyone.

We'll just need to pull one more.

This is called—

One force can overcome ten techniques; great power can create miracles!

No matter how many tricks you use or how many schemes you employ, I will conquer them all with my own strength!

These days, damn it...

Numbers are everything!

boom--!!!!!!!!!!

The fresh Flaming Mountain, solid, completely, and without wasting a single bit, was smeared all over the face and body of "Yellow-Eyebrowed Dharma Image," and then, like swatting a fly, it was crushed into the boiling, churning, boundless pool of lava below!

Flames soared into the sky! Lava surged back!

The whole world was left with only the jubilant roar of flames.

"Click, click."

Ji Zuodao stood on tiptoe, craning his neck as far as he could, close to the edge of the deep lava pool, his eyes wide open, with half an apple core dangling from his mouth.

He was making a quick, loud calculation in his mind.

The old bald monk was at least a master of supernatural powers; if he put his bone fragments in magma and refined them, he might be able to refine a few relics.

If you're lucky, you might be able to collect eighteen coins.

The lava was bubbling and steaming, and the heat made his face feel tight.

suddenly--

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

In the center of the lava pool, an even larger bubble suddenly rose, and the dark red liquid was pushed aside, revealing a clump of black, sticky, lava-dripping stuff, trembling and swaying...

They actually crawled out from inside!

Who else could it be but the old monk Yongjue?

Good heavens, that was a terrible sight!

His monk's robes had long since burned to ashes, leaving only a few charred strips of cloth hanging on his blackened, pus-oozing flesh, like a burnt sweet potato wearing a beggar's shirt.

Half of his face was sunken, and one eyeball hung outside its socket, swaying with his breathing.

But he's not quite dead yet!

The last bit of air in my chest, hanging there, trembling, just wouldn't dissipate!

"Heh...heh..."

The old monk Yongjue lay on the ground, his throat emitting a hissing sound like a broken bellows leaking air.

The apple core that Ji Zuodao was holding fell to the ground with a "plop".

He blinked, looked at the "old bacon" on the ground that could barely be identified as human, then looked up at Deputy Director Liu in the distance, who was watching the show with his arms crossed and looking relaxed, and then looked down at Yongjue.

Then--

He laughed.

"Yo!"

Ji Zuodao slapped his thigh, and his face instantly broke into that standard, harmless, shy smile.

"Master Yongjue! You... cough cough, you seem to have some difficulty moving around?"

"Isn't this a coincidence? I've been following my master since I was a child and have learned a few rudimentary... techniques for performing rituals for the deceased."

"Relevant to your major, reasonably priced, guaranteed to ensure you... pass away peacefully, and your soul flies freely."

"Look, there's no time like the present, let's do it now?"

"Let me see you off on your final journey, to Buddhahood?"

The old monk Yongjue coughed up a mouthful of black blood, then let out a strange, hissing laugh.

Laughter, ripping through his tattered lungs, was hoarse and leaky, like a dull knife scraping the bottom of a pot, echoing eerily in the scorching air.

"Become a Buddha? Hahahaha!"

"Excellent! What a wonderful attainment of Buddhahood!"

His last eye, filled with resentment, madness, and some indescribable twisted heat, seemed about to burn through its socket and spill out.

"Young benefactor... you do have a compassionate heart."

"Unfortunately..."

He made a hoarse sound in his throat, and his tattered, charred body began to tremble violently.

"This old monk is a Buddha..."

"Why should someone else deliver it?"

He suddenly raised his head, his neck making a creaking sound as it could no longer bear the weight, and the little skin left on his face was contorted with extreme pain and madness.

The voice suddenly rose in pitch, sharp as the cry of an owl.

"I sought Buddhahood myself! I realized the Way myself!"

"No one can take it away!"

Is the Little Thunder Temple an illusion?

"Today! This old monk relinquishes this physical body! Burns this soul! Sets ablaze this century of scheming, a century of delusions!"

"Let my broken body be a Buddhist shrine! Let my mad soul be the lamp oil!"

"Right here! Right now!"

"I--"

He opened his mouth, almost burned through by lava, revealing blackened teeth and bones, and with his last strength, roared out that twisted and fanatical determination:

"I! Became! Buddha! Myself!!!!"