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

Ji Zuodao carried Qiqi on his back. The little girl lay on his back with her eyes closed, but one of her little arms was stubbornly raised.

The tender little fingers, like a radar with its own navigation, point in one direction and never move.

Ji Zuodao didn't say a word. Wherever Qi Qi pointed, he darted there, as fast as a ghost.

We risked our lives navigating the winding corridors and halls of Jinshan Temple, which is built against the mountain.

Inside Jinshan Temple, although the White Snake Monkey King's water and the swarms of bandits had caused chaos, things were in complete disarray.

But it was an ancient temple with a history of thousands of years, and some monks who reacted quickly managed to regain their composure from the initial chaos.

Seeing Ji Zuodao carrying a child on his back and heading straight for the forbidden area behind the temple, something was clearly wrong!

"Stop him!"

"This person is attempting to trespass into forbidden territory!"

"Form ranks!"

Several shouts, some in surprise and anger, others urgent, rang out from several directions.

Seven or eight monks dressed in yellow or gray robes and carrying knives and staffs stood menacingly in front of Ji Zuodao.

Judging from the faint fluctuations of spiritual energy on their bodies and the sharp light in their eyes, their cultivation level was at least at the Spirit Palace level, and the fat monk leading them had even touched the threshold of the Dharma Aspect level.

"Tsk, what a nuisance."

Ji Zuodao clicked his tongue, his steps never faltering. He didn't even glance at the monks who were posing for a fight, but a thought flickered in his mind.

"Buzz..."

A faint, almost inaudible buzzing sound, like countless wings vibrating at high speed simultaneously, suddenly rang out in the damp night air.

Immediately afterwards, several crimson, blood-red spots of light appeared out of thin air in front of Ji Zuodao, like will-o'-the-wisps.

Bloodwinged black mosquito.

At that moment, the swarm of blood-winged black mosquitoes scattered like sharks that had smelled blood.

It moved so fast that it left trails of red and black afterimages in the air, and pounced with perfect accuracy on the monks blocking its way.

The monks were originally on high alert, their knives and staffs gleaming with golden light.

When they saw that Ji Zuodao didn't dodge or evade, but instead released a swarm of mosquitoes, they were all taken aback, and then their faces showed anger at being slighted.

"A trivial skill!"

The fat monk with the highest cultivation level snorted angrily, waved his staff, and created a gust of wind, trying to sweep away the swarm of black mosquitoes that were rushing towards him.

If it were an ordinary mosquito, it would have been reduced to ashes by this blow.

But these blood-winged black mosquitoes are all elite breeds bred by Ji Zhengdao, and they are fed and cared for every day.

As the gust of wind approached, a swarm of black mosquitoes flapped their wings, drawing eerie arcs in the air, and easily dodged it.

Then, instead of slowing down, the speed increased, like a bone-deep infection, and with a "whoosh," it stuck to the exposed skin of the fat monk's neck and the back of his hands.

Its mouthparts, as thin as cow's hair yet incredibly sharp, pierced in with lightning speed.

"Ugh!" The fat monk felt a slight numbness at the bite site. Immediately afterward, an indescribable warm current, with a tingling sensation, spread throughout his body from the small wound.

He felt a shiver run through his body.

Immediately afterwards, an extreme pleasure that he had never experienced in hundreds of years, shooting straight to the top of his head, exploded from his limbs and bones like a volcanic eruption!

"Ah~~~~~"

A drawn-out, trembling, and tingling moan escaped uncontrollably from the fat monk's mouth, which, though usually filled with chanting, was now wide enough to fit an egg.

The fierce expression on his face instantly crumbled, replaced by a flush that was a mixture of extreme pleasure, bewilderment, and a hint of shame.

His eyes started rolling upwards, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if his bones had been removed.

The staff in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," splashing water everywhere.

This is not over yet.

The pleasure surged like a tide, wave after wave, crashing against his heart.

His mind went blank; he forgot everything about Buddhism, precepts, and enemy attacks.

Only one thought remained:

Awesome! That's fucking awesome!

So this is what life is like?

The other monks nearby met the same fate.

After being "intimately touched" by the blood-winged black mosquitoes, they all seemed to be collectively possessed.

Some collapsed to the ground, making hoarse noises, their eyes glazed over.

Some leaned against the slippery wall, their bodies convulsing rhythmically as if being electrocuted, their faces displaying expressions that were a mix of crying and laughing.

Some even began to unconsciously sway their waists, their monk robes becoming disheveled, and they emitted intermittent groans that would make anyone blush.

The scene was simply unbelievable.

They were even more alluring than the top courtesan in the most popular brothel, and they were performed by a bunch of bald monks.

The monks who had originally intended to surround them or flank them from other directions all froze in their tracks.

Their eyes were wide open, their mouths were agape, and their facial expressions were incredibly varied.

Although they observe the precepts and practice abstinence from women, even if they have never eaten pork, haven't they seen pigs run?

I've heard a bit about places like "Heaven on Earth" and "foot massage parlors" down the mountain.

The sight of these fellow disciples before me, their wanton cries, their trembling, weak bodies…

This is clearly... this is what it looks like after... that thing!

Holy crap! Is this guy a devil?

What kind of despicable and evil magic is this?!

Humans shouldn't, at least not, use such methods on a group of monks, right?

In an instant, all the monks' gazes toward Ji Zuodao changed completely.

Gone was the awe-inspiring spirit of exorcising demons; only a fear of seeing something sinister remained.

Who the hell would dare to go up there?

After being taken in, he's been turned into this state. Will he still be able to remain a monk in the temple?

Do you even care about your reputation?

Ji Zuodao glanced at the monks who were slumped on the ground, trembling and still immersed in the afterglow, and grinned.

"Tsk, you guys got off easy," he muttered.

The effects of those blood-winged black mosquitoes can be quite long-lasting.

From now on, when these monks are meditating, chanting scriptures, or practicing Zen...

He was chanting Amitabha Buddha, but what he was thinking about was probably the ecstasy he was going to experience tonight.

I long for it day and night, but cannot have it.

Hehe, this evil thought has probably been planted.

Consider it as adding a touch of "unique color" to the monotonous spiritual life of these monks.

Without the monks to stop him, Ji Zuodao ran even more happily.

Carrying Qiqi on my back, I ran wildly through the messy, flooded temple, as if strolling in my own backyard, in the direction Qiqi's little hand pointed.

The further they went, the more remote the place became.

There are fewer palaces and more trees.

The sounds of people, fighting, and flooding were gradually left behind, leaving only the rustling of the night wind through the treetops and the soft splashing of footsteps over puddles and fallen leaves.

Finally, Qiqi's little hand pointed firmly forward.

Ji Zuodao looked up and paused in his tracks.

There's no road ahead.

It's a cliff.

It was pitch black and bottomless.

The night wind blew up from below, carrying a chilling coolness and an earthy smell.

On the edge of the cliff, several old trees grow crookedly, their branches jagged, like ghostly claws ready to devour people.

But Qiqi's little hand was still pointing straight out of the cliff, showing no intention of retracting it.

Ji Zuodao looked at the little girl's determined profile, then at the bottomless darkness.

Okay, I trust you.

Ji Zuodao smiled, but instead of stopping, he exerted force with his feet, increasing his speed by three points, and leaped towards the edge of the cliff!