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

In the dead of night, in the bamboo forest behind Jinding Temple.

The wind rustled through the bamboo tips, and the moonlight was cut into tiny silver pieces, which were scattered on the fallen leaves on the ground.

suddenly--

The lush green plant that Dog had "favored" during the day stirred slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a dark, sticky lump of flesh rolled out from inside.

The lump of flesh landed and, as if inflated, began to expand, stretch, and deform at a visible speed!

Under the moonlight, the shape of half a stomach could be vaguely seen.

"Pfft."

A soft sound, like a water bladder being punctured.

Two long, slender, well-defined human hands actually managed to poke out from the top of that lump of flesh!

With both hands, he rummaged around and grabbed a thick green bamboo stalk nearby, then suddenly pulled hard—

"Hey—whoosh!"

A living person, as if pulling a radish, "pulled" himself out of that fleshy mass that had swelled to the size of a water vat!

Under the moonlight, the man shook his wet hair, revealing a handsome face that was filled with disgust.

Who else could it be but Ji Zuodao?

"Ptooey! Dog Lord, could you please eat less of that filthy stuff next time? It smells awful!"

Before he could finish speaking, another "pop" sound came from the mass of flesh, and a head popped out, pale-faced, with vacant eyes, as if it had just been trampled by eighteen old sows.

Li Shuwen crawled out on all fours, but his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, trembling all over like a leaf, his lips quivering.

"Swallowed...swallowed alive...I really swallowed them alive...I thought I was going to...go turn into dog poop..."

Recalling the terrifying scene a few minutes earlier, when Dog Master grinned at him with a "gentle" smile before his gaping maw loomed over his head, Li Shuwen felt a tightness in his crotch and his bladder tighten.

Finally, the dog slowly strolled out of the lump of flesh that was beginning to shrink and return to its original shape, shook its fur in disgust, and even rolled its eyes in a human-like manner.

"Disgusting! So many people want to get into this hellhole, but none can! All this whining and whining, like a woman!"

The two people and the dog stared at each other in the cold moonlight.

Ji Zuodao wiped his face, took a deep breath of the night breeze carrying the fragrance of bamboo leaves, and finally suppressed the strange taste in his throat.

He grinned, revealing his white teeth:

"Alright, enough talk. Let's get to work!"

Before he finished speaking, his entire body flattened out like a shed snakeskin, transforming into a human-shaped skin as thin as a cicada's wing and almost transparent, sliding silently between shadows, corners, and pillars, clinging to the ground.

Li Shuwen's eyes twitched as he read this, and he muttered to himself, "A wise man keeps his talents hidden until the right time to act."

His entire being was like ink dropped into water, his outline quickly blurring and fading. In just a few breaths, he vanished from the spot, even his aura disappearing completely.

Only the fallen leaves on the ground were stirred by a gentle breeze and swirled a few times.

"hey-hey……"

The dog chuckled softly, stood on its hind legs, and used its two front paws to pull down the fur around its neck, as if taking off clothes.

"Sizzle."

It shed a whole, glossy black dog skin itself, rolled it up, and stuffed it into the ball of flesh next to it.

Standing there was a "young novice monk" with bright eyes and a shiny bald head, wearing ill-fitting monk's robes!

The "young novice" twisted his neck, stretched his limbs, muttered "so uncomfortable," and swaggered off toward the still brightly lit meditation room.

The three split up and each displayed their unique abilities.

The show is about to begin!

Ji Zuodao drifted to the eaves of the Great Buddha Hall.

His gaze sharpened, sweeping over the points that Dog had "marked" during the day, and a grin spread across his face.

"My darlings, Dao Ye is here to pamper you."

Ji Zuodao slowly drifted towards the side hall where the cellar was hidden.

The disguise at the cellar entrance was completely ineffective in Ji Zuodao's eyes.

He directly "slipped" through the bricks and stones, falling into the cellar.

Good guy!

Gilded Buddha statues, jade Bodhisattva carvings, boxes of gold and silver, neatly stacked spiritual materials, and fragrant pills... filled the cellar to the brim, the brilliance of which was almost blinding.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so full I could burst!"

Ji Zuodao beamed with joy. With a thought, his skin swelled up, and he regained his human form.

The several human skin bags on his body were firing at full power, frantically inhaling.

There were just too many things. The human skin bag bulged into a huge, almost transparent sphere, about to burst, yet there was still a little more than half a cellar of treasures left unfilled.

"Tsk, it's no use."

Ji Zuodao patted the human skin bag with dissatisfaction, then lifted the hem of his robe to reveal his fair and firm abdomen.

His abdominal skin twitched and slowly split open with a vertical slit. The slit widened, revealing sharp white teeth and a bottomless crimson color—the long-unseen "Hungry Ghost's Mouth"!

"Time to go to work! Time to go to work!"

Before Ji Zuodao could finish speaking, the hungry ghost's mouth suddenly opened, letting out a muffled whimper that was a mixture of endless hunger and immense joy.

Then, a terrifying suction force erupted!

The remaining treasures, as if they had grown legs, flew swiftly into that mouth and were swallowed into the endless abyss.

The hungry ghost devoured with great gusto, making "woo-woo" sounds as it swallowed, as if it were moved to tears.

I can finally go to work today.

Heaven have mercy! It's been so long since I called it, it probably thought it was going to be "optimized" out!

So when Ji Zuodao proposed a 20/80 split in exchange for a fixed salary, it agreed without hesitation.

As long as I can keep my job, that's fine.

Eat! Eat until you drop! Don't stop even if you throw up! You have to prove your worth!

It devoured so diligently that even Ji Zuodao couldn't help but shed tears:

"Slow down, bro, no rush, nobody's going to take it from you..."

On the other side, Li Shuwen, who had concealed his presence, had a clear target—the hidden wall on the third floor of the Sutra Repository.

He passed through the closed doors and windows like a gust of wind and came to the back of the bookshelves.

With a flick of the fingertip, the wall ripples like water, revealing a cramped space crammed full behind it.

The items stored here are not ordinary objects; they are mostly rare ancient books, relics of eminent monks, and Buddhist ritual implements, exuding a spiritual aura and rich literary atmosphere.

"Hey, this is perfect."

Li Shuwen remained calm and unhurried, taking out several landscape paintings from his robes and unfurling them in mid-air.

As he muttered incantations, the mountains on the painting seemed to come alive, emanating a faint suction force.

The scriptures, relics, and ritual implements flew up one by one and disappeared into the depths of the clouds and mist in the painting.

The once picturesque landscape is now suddenly dotted with several meditating golden Buddhas, floating pagodas, and even a haphazardly piled-up Buddhist scriptures…

The beautiful painting "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" has been crammed into a "Rich and Powerful Storeroom".

It is truly elegant, and truly vulgar.

Li Shuwen, however, was quite satisfied and nodded:

"The most common and the most refined—that's what makes life interesting. Indeed, indeed."

As for the "little monk" played by Dog, he strolled into the kitchen and saw the newly opened jar of fifty-year-old vegetarian wine with a fragrant aroma, as well as a table full of vegetarian delicacies prepared for the "victory celebration".

Its eyes lit up, and it licked its lips.

Then, he opened his mouth.

Without a sound, the food and drinks on the table, along with the cups, plates, and bowls, vanished instantly.

Even the mushroom soup simmering on the stove, the boiling water in the pot, the firewood piled against the wall, and even the strings of dried chilies and two cloves of garlic hanging on the shelf next to it...

It swallowed up the sea like a whale, leaving not a blade of grass growing.

Finally, it wandered to the edge of the release pond, looking at the few remaining koi carp at the bottom and the murky water.

Open your mouth again.

"Gurgle..."

The water level in the pond dropped at a visible speed, and several plump koi fish panicked and were sucked into that dog's mouth, which seemed to connect to another dimension, as they were swirled by the current.

In a short while, the release pond was completely dry, and the dozen or so sunken wooden boxes inside had long since disappeared, leaving only the wet silt at the bottom of the pond and a few withered lotus leaves.

Dog smacked his lips, still wanting more:

"Tsk, the fish tastes a bit muddy, but the water is alright, quite sweet."

That night, the Golden Summit Temple was very quiet.

The only sounds are the wind, the bamboo, and the faint, almost imperceptible "whoosh" swallowing sounds, "splash" sounds entering the scene, and "gulp" sounds of drinking soup coming from certain corners.

As the eastern sky begins to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Ji Zuodao, Li Shuwen, and Dog Master, now back in his dog skin with a round belly, reunite.

The three looked at each other and saw in each other's eyes the satisfaction of "having made a fortune and being stuffed," as well as a hint of guilt of "having done something bad and wanting to get away quickly."

Ji Zuodao patted the human skin bag, which was incredibly heavy despite not bulging at all, and then touched his own still flat abdomen, which seemed to contain a small world, feeling smug and self-satisfied.

"All done!"

Li Shuwen touched the several scrolls of landscape paintings in his sleeve, which were already rich in "content," and sighed in a refined manner:

"The mission is accomplished; the trip was worthwhile."

Doggy let out a loud burp, reeking of mushroom soup and koi fish, and rolled his eyes, saying:

"I'm so full I could burst..."

As dawn broke, the two slipped into the half-empty stomach bag and disappeared.

Dog looked at the Golden Summit Temple one last time, then lowered his head and swallowed the meatball, before eating himself.

It was as if they had never been here.

Only the golden-roofed temple behind us, bathed in the morning light, remains, its halls still standing and its magnificent appearance intact.

But if someone looks closely, they will find that—

The release pond has become dry land, a cool breeze seeps through the cracks in the cellar door, the kitchen stove is cold and the pots are empty, and even the few lonely one-cent coins at the bottom of the donation box are gone.

Truly, all is emptiness.