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

He had seen this supernatural power before!

Faming then stared at the face that flickered in and out of focus under the illusory image of the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle.

The more I look at it, the more familiar it seems.

That nonchalant attitude, that mischievous glint hidden beneath that playful smile...

A face that he hated so much that it made his teeth itch and that it would wake him up in the middle of the night suddenly popped up and gradually overlapped with the face in front of him.

That bastard who colluded with two other people to save himself from his inner demons and even ransacked Jinshan Temple over the decades!

"Zhou Langchen?!"

Faming blurted out, his voice trembling with disbelief and anger.

But then he shook his head violently.

"No, that's not right! You're not him!"

Fa Ming stared intently at Ji Zuodao, especially at the layer of human skin that was still writhing and gradually covering Ji Zuodao's entire face.

"Who is Zhou Langchen to you?!"

Ji Zuodao was flexing his wrists when he heard this. He lifted his eyelids slightly, his smile containing a mixture of icy coldness and a touch of reckless smugness:

"My third master. What's wrong? Do you have a grudge against me?"

"That's normal. When my third master goes out for a stroll, he's bound to run into an enemy within five steps, and if he's more than ten steps away, someone will definitely want to strangle him."

A grudge? It's more than just a grudge!!!

Upon hearing that Zhou Langchen was this kid's master, Fa Ming's rationality almost snapped!

His teeth were grinding together, and his eyes instantly turned red, burning with a fire even brighter than when he was smashed into the ground.

That irreconcilable hatred, in an instant, even temporarily overwhelmed the obsession with the inner demons, and was all directed at that old bastard Zhou Langchen!

Why?

Taking away one's inner demons at most cuts off his path to enlightenment and prevents him from becoming a Buddha or an ancestor.

But what that bastard Zhou Langchen did was utterly despicable, harmful to others and himself, a complete scoundrel.

He doesn't bite, but he's disgusting!

According to those who knew Ji Zuodao, his three masters were nothing more than a nobody—

They have boundless shamelessness, unscrupulous methods, and wild ways of doing things.

Eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring were commonplace for them.

He loves going out to "find pretty girls and get a one-stop service," which is fine, it's just a personal hobby, and Faming is too lazy to comment.

But this old bastard has really gotten himself into prostitution.

They specifically choose to go when the police are conducting raids on prostitution and illegal publications!

Why?

Because of this, as long as he dawdles and drags his feet until the police burst in with a bang, he won't have to pay!

Freebie!

It's a damn freeloader who takes advantage of the timing and calculates the amount of law enforcement power!

You think this is the bottom line for this bastard?

Bah! Utterly wrong!

Zhou Langchen doesn't have the word "bottom line" in his dictionary!

Relying on his superb and incredibly realistic face-painting skills, he never used his own face when he went out to fool around.

He's using someone else's face!

When the police officers cracking down on prostitution and illegal publications pinned them down, everyone felt so ashamed and indignant that they wished they could bury their heads in their pants or cover their faces with their clothes.

He, with a handsome face that seemed to have been taken from who-knows-where, smiled so brightly at the cameras and video recorders that were flashing all over the place, and even made a peace sign while shouting "cheese!"

He was afraid that others wouldn't be able to capture his "borrowed" handsome face clearly!

If he were wearing the face of some unknown nobody, that would be one thing; at most, he'd be considered a freak in the world of performance art.

But that bastard, that's what makes him so despicable—

He specifically targets the faces of important, famous people!

What kind of direct descendant of a thousand-year-old family, what kind of sect leader or elder, what kind of highly respected martial arts master...

He targets whoever is famous, stylish, or has a positive image!

Good guy!

For a while, the Qi cultivator community and forums were in an uproar; everyone's eyes were finally opened.

Today it's news of "Young Master of XX Family Meeting Three Women at Night, Smiling Wide Amidst a Raid on Prostitution," tomorrow it'll be "Elder of XX Sect Still Has His Skills Up, Caught at a Club and Even Pose for a Peace Sign in the Mirror"...

Yellow mud fell into my crotch—

Even if it's not poop, it's still poop!

Those who were wronged were truly suffering in silence, unable to express their grievances, even more wronged than Dou E!

There are families going through divorces, broken legs, kneeling on washboards, and being expelled from the family...

Human tragedies occurred one after another.

Chaos erupted, and the place was filled with smoke and fumes.

And Tafa Ming, the abbot of Jinshan Temple, unfortunately, was also one of the victims.

Moreover, it's the kind of victim who suffers particularly deeply and whose situation is particularly dramatic.

He still remembers it clearly; it was the night before a Buddha's birthday, a day when incense was burning brightly.

That bastard Zhou Langchen, I don't know what got into him, maybe he thought his bald head was particularly round and distinctive.

So, with his handsome face that exudes solemnity and compassion, he went to the most upscale club in the city and ordered the most expensive set meal.

Then, unsurprisingly, they were caught red-handed in a well-planned police raid.

This bastard was surrounded by seven or eight policemen, and he still dared to resist arrest in public!

Under the flashing lights of countless media reporters who rushed to the scene, eager to stir up trouble, turning night into day...

Zhou Langchen, with Fa Ming's face on his back and his naked, muscular body exposed, made strange, incomprehensible noises and knocked over two policemen who were trying to put clothes on him.

With an extremely agile movement, he jumped directly out of the third-floor window and then ran naked for three whole streets in full view of everyone!

The next day, major newspapers featured the headline "Shocking! Master Faming of Jinshan Temple breaks into a private club at night, resists arrest and runs naked for three blocks!" on their front pages and the top trending topic online.

The accompanying picture shows "his" wild and unrestrained smiling face as he jumps out of the window, and his dazzlingly white buttocks under the moonlight.

High definition! Uncensored! 360 degrees without any blind spots!

Faming was meditating in his meditation room at the time, preparing for the Buddha's Birthday ceremony the next day.

His eldest apprentice scrambled in, clutching a newspaper, his hands trembling as if he had Parkinson's, his face paler than if he had been dead for three days.

Faming only glanced at it.

"puff--!"

He spat out a mouthful of pure Buddhist blood, cultivated for hundreds of years, which stained the precious palm-leaf scripture in front of him.

The days that followed were a nightmare.

As soon as he stepped out of the mountain gate, rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs flew over, and the worshippers' gazes turned from worship to contempt.

The temple's incense offerings plummeted, and it almost had to pawn its Buddha statues and gold bodies to make ends meet.

Explanation?

How do you explain this? Say that wasn't me, but someone else did it with my face on their body?

Who would believe that!

You're a highly accomplished monk, at least come up with a more respectable excuse!

During that time, Fa Ming would dream of Zhou Langchen's smirking face and rotten eggs flying everywhere.

Hatred! It was a hatred etched into my bones, a hatred that gnawed at my flesh!

just now!

Now! The disciple of that scoundrel who ruined his reputation and almost drove him to the brink of madness is standing right in front of him!

Not only did he cause a ruckus at Jinshan Temple again, but he also prepared to take away his inner demons once more.

New grudges! Old hatreds!

At that moment, like a raging fire doused with boiling oil, it erupted with a roar, burning away Faming's last shred of reason and restraint!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Faming said "good" three times in a row, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth, stained with blood and foam, his facial muscles twisting and twitching with extreme anger.

"The debts your master owes..."

He slowly raised his trembling hand, pointing at Ji Zuodao, his eyes bloodshot and his voice hoarse like a demon's:

"You, my disciple, will have to repay this debt!!"

boom!

Faming's already surging Buddhist power exploded like a powder keg that had been ignited!

The golden light of Buddha was no longer gentle; instead, it exuded a violent, insane, and resolute determination that was willing to do anything!

He formed a mudra with his hands:

"Supernatural power—"

Faming roared, pouring out all the pent-up resentment, anger, and murderous intent that had been building up in his chest for decades!

"Leifeng Pagoda!!!"