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

Faming originally didn't take Ji Zuodao seriously.

Even if this kid used some kind of evil and crooked method to put on the skin of his despicable third master, Zhou Langchen, and borrow some of his supernatural powers.

But so what?

What's borrowed is borrowed; how much of the original owner's strength can it unleash?

Faming originally estimated that he could achieve a maximum of 30-40%.

But now it seems...

He made a huge mistake.

That's completely wrong!

The key issue isn't whether Ji Zuodao can unleash even a fraction of Zhou Langchen's strength.

The key question is, what level has that old bastard Zhou Langchen reached in his cultivation all these years?!

Just lending out this little bit of fur, and they're already able to pin him down in this sea of ​​fire like a beggar's chicken, a master of the Divine Realm who's practically at the top and on the verge of the Three Calamities?!

The more Faming thought about it, the more the fire in his heart burned.

Where the hell can I go to seek justice?

He gets up earlier than the chickens and goes to bed later than the dogs every day.

He lived a solitary life, burning the wooden fish drum and chanting until his lips were hoarse, adhering to strict rules and regulations like an ascetic monk, yet he didn't even know which way the door of the widow's house down the mountain faced.

The results of it?

His cultivation level is nowhere near that old bastard Zhou Langchen!

What is that thing?

He indulges in all vices: eating, drinking, gambling, whoring, and prostitution. His skin is so thick it can block any supernatural power. He does nothing productive all day long, only thinking about how to be utterly immoral.

Why should I?!

God, are you blind?!

Faming felt incredibly frustrated and resentful, so angry that all the blood rushed to his head and his brain was buzzing.

I'm so damn angry! I'm about to burst!

wrong……

Faming was jolted awake, snapping out of his overwhelming resentment.

It's not just a feeling that "it's gotten going".

It's really fucking hot!

He glanced outside the golden light barrier—

Good guy!

In the short time he was distracted and pondering this, everything outside would have changed!

Where was the scene of dozens of fire dragons circling around him from just now?

Looking around, everywhere you look, up and down, it's all fire!

The flames were a deep, bright red, and as viscous as molten iron.

It rolled and roared, making the entire "Lion Camel Ridge Yin-Yang Dome" look like Laozi's alchemy furnace had exploded!

The temperature was eerily high!

Even through the golden light barrier, Faming could feel the scraps of his precious cassock beginning to smell burnt.

Hair? Eyebrows?

It's long gone!

The stubble that had finally grown back on his bald head was probably turning to ash by now.

And in every corner of this boundless sea of ​​fire, in every churning wave of flame—

Hundreds of ferocious fire dragons, their scales and claws flying and their bodies wreathed in flames, were swimming around, shaking their heads and wagging their tails!

Each of their dragon eyes blazed with pure and violent fire, their eyes fixed on the golden shield encircling the center, as if they were admiring a delicious, crispy-on-the-outside, tender-on-the-inside feast that was about to be devoured.

This number was several times greater than before he lost focus!

Faming gasped, but all he inhaled was scalding hot air, which choked him and made him cough. His throat burned with pain.

He had no doubt.

This golden shield is now his last pair of underpants.

If he dared to take off these "underwear"...

In no time at all, he could even burn the relics to ashes!

Yin-Yang Two-Qi Bottle...

Faming looked up at the ancient bottle-shaped phantom that floated silently in the blood-red sky, half as black as ink and half as white as day, and he almost ground his teeth to dust.

In Journey to the West, there is one of the few magical treasures that can make even that fearless and mischievous monkey cry!

Can the supernatural powers that this thing has evolved be anything but reasonable?!

Damn it! How did that old bastard Zhou Langchen manage to cultivate such a cheating supernatural domain?!

In the realm of normal supernatural powers, there is a balance and a focus.

Either its defense is incredibly strong, but its attack power is lacking, like a turtle shell, its main strategy is "you can't kill me, and I can't kill you either".

They either have explosive attack power, but their defense is as fragile as paper, making them a "do or die" type of fighter.

But Zhou Langchen's "Lion Camel Ridge Yin-Yang Dome" is quite something!

The supernatural barrier enhanced by the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle was as hard as a rock in a latrine—stinky and unyielding, impossible to break through easily.

The endless gales and fire dragons inside were as fierce as if they had taken ten pounds of aphrodisiacs, one wave after another, without end!

Does this guy even respect the Basic Law anymore?

Are you a sore loser?! Huh?!

"Hehehe... Hahahaha!"

Just then, an extremely irritating and smug laugh came from above the sea of ​​fire.

All that could be seen was the golden-winged roc that Ji Zuodao had transformed into, its wingspan covering the sky. It was spreading its magnificent yet dangerous wings and leisurely circling between the sea of ​​fire and the blood-red sky.

In those sharp, roc-like eyes, there gleamed an intense, unmistakable mockery and sarcasm, no different from any human's.

"Bald monk! What's wrong? Can't take it anymore?"

Ji Zuodao's voice came through the raging flames and howling wind, clear and piercing:

"Look at your old face, it's all wrinkled up like a steamed bun! Your mind is not at peace, Master!"

"Isn't the essence of being a monk about having a free mind? You're filled with greed, anger, and ignorance; your thoughts are a jumbled mess!"

"I forgot to tell you, our fire dragon is born from a single thought."

"The more ruthless you become, the more wicked you scheme, the more impure things you plot... the more energetic it gets! The faster it grows, the stronger its firepower becomes!"

"This is what they call 'the mind moves as it pleases, thoughts arise from the heart, evil thoughts fuel, and karmic fire consumes the body!'"

"Look at this, look at this..."

"I only said a couple of sentences, and who knows what you're already thinking? Goodness, that's more than a dozen more!"

"Ouch!"

He suddenly seemed to remember something and slapped his forehead with the tip of his wing.

"Speaking of which, monk, I suddenly remembered something."

"A few years ago, at the entrance of the town at the foot of the mountain from my home, there was a widow named Liu who ran a teahouse and sold newspapers."

Ji Zuodao's voice was melodious and rhythmic, like a storyteller.

"For a while, she somehow got her hands on a newspaper, and oh my, she treasured it! She hung it in the most conspicuous place in the teahouse every day, and even framed it!"

"Whenever someone came for tea, she would show off, 'Look, look, this is a highly virtuous monk! How white his buttocks are! How radiant his smile is! How dashing his jump out the window is!'"

"I was curious, so I went over to take a look—"

"Wow! Front page headline, huge color photo! It's a picture of some enlightened monk, surrounded by righteous police officers in some indescribable place, leaping out of a window with agile movements!"

"The moonlight was like water, the night was hazy, highlighting that pale body, that smooth, bare buttocks...tsk tsk tsk...so clear!So dazzling!"

"Especially that smile on his face, oh my, his mouth was practically stretched to his ears, and he was even making a peace sign!"

"Monk, guess what?"

Ji Zuodao lowered his voice, speaking mysteriously, but making sure that Fa Ming could hear every word clearly.

"Widow Liu told me that every night after closing her shop, she has to look at that newspaper... well, savor it for a little while. She says it's blessed by a high-ranking monk and can ward off evil spirits!"

"fart!!!"

Before Ji Zuodao could finish his rant, Faming suddenly roared from within the golden light shield below, a roar that was almost like that of a wild beast, a mixture of extreme shame, anger, and rage!

His face, which was red from the fire and blackened by Ji Zuodao's words, was now completely distorted.

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, bloodshot, staring intently at the smug-looking roc in the sky.

That matter!

That smear campaign ruined his reputation, nearly caused him to die on the spot, and made him a laughingstock in the entire cultivation world for decades!

That little bastard actually dared to say that to my face! He actually dared to say it like that in such a tone?!

Widow Liu?! Appreciation?! Exorcism?!

I curse the evil deeds of your ancestors for eighteen generations!

"You little beast!!!"

Faming forced out each word through clenched teeth, his voice hoarse and distorted from extreme anger and frustration, sounding almost inhuman.

"I! Want! You! To! Die!!!"

Each word was accompanied by the violent surge of Buddhist power within his body and the intense fluctuations in his emotions, as the fire dragons outside grew and roared wildly once again!

In the short time it took to say just a few words, the blazing white side of the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle spewed out dozens of lively, ferocious fire dragons as if they were free!

This has caused the already terrifying heat to reach new heights!

He was panting heavily, not from exhaustion, but purely from the heat from the external heat.

The light shield grew thinner and hotter, so hot that he could barely stand on his feet.

But to his dismay, Ji Zuodao's infuriating voice kept drilling into his ears:

"Oh dear, look at you, you're angry again!"

"Did you all waste your time reciting Buddhist scriptures? Form is emptiness, emptiness is form; it's just a stinking carcass, so what if you read it!"

"Widow Liu also said that she really likes your free-spirited and unconventional style!"

"I bet when you jumped out of the window, you were thinking about some verse like 'I came into this world naked and I will leave it naked, without any attachments,' right? That's a high level of spiritual attainment!"