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

All of this happened so fast, as if it were on fast forward, taking only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Ji Zuodao, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.

Especially seeing the three demons of Lion Camel Ridge treating Leifeng Pagoda as if it were reinforcements that Sun Wukong had summoned from some unknown corner, they demolished the pagoda with a "boom".

Good guy!

Ji Zuodao muttered to himself, "These two mythologies can actually be linked like this?"

It's like they've switched to another movie!

Moreover, Ji Zuodao had a vague feeling that he could perhaps glean some information about the script of this "theater troupe".

Like a director hiding behind the scenes, if he feels that a certain scene is not exciting enough, he can quietly add some ingredients to make the play more exciting according to his wishes.

The treasure is truly miraculous.

He sighed inwardly.

But now it seems...

It seems we don't need him, the "director," to worry about it anymore.

These "actors" themselves did their jobs beautifully and efficiently.

Leifeng Pagoda has collapsed. That bald monk Faming is probably like a wilted eggplant right now, just one last shiver. A plate of vegetables, a cold dish, or maybe a plate of smashed cucumber.

Ji Zuodao was overjoyed, his eyes darting around, trying to find out which rat hole that old rascal Faming was hiding in.

Unexpected!

This play isn't over yet!

"Amitabha!"

A deep, majestic Buddhist chant, carrying an undeniable righteousness, crashed into the Lion Camel Ridge, a place rife with the roars of demons and the bloodshed of the land, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

"What kind of demon came from here, so arrogant and ignorant, daring to damage a Buddhist pagoda! Are they here to rescue that white snake demon again?!"

A young monk, dressed in a bright red kasaya, holding a staff, with a commanding presence and even a hint of ruthlessness between his brows, suddenly appeared beside Leifeng Pagoda.

The monk stood there with his spine as straight as a javelin, his eyes sharp enough to pierce.

The fierce and righteous aura emanating from him, which seemed to warn "demons and monsters to flee at once," was completely out of place with the filthy and bloody smell of Lion Camel Ridge. It was like a drop of boiling oil falling into a slop bucket, instantly becoming the center of attention.

Ok? !

Ji Zuodao's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly put the matter of finding Faming out of his mind.

This is going to be a good show! A truly spectacular show!

Fahai battles the three demons of Lion Camel Ridge?!

This is a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle!

It's even more exciting than the full version of "The Legend of the White Snake" performed in theaters!

After all, Faming is going to die today anyway, so this spectacular show of "Guan Yu fighting Qin Qiong"... no, it's "Fahai fighting the three demons" will never be seen again!

Look! We must see! Faming? Let him linger on for a little longer!

Fahai's sharp gaze swept over the three towering demon kings and then over the endless, snarling horde of demons. His face showed no fear, but rather his anger intensified.

He raised one hand, his voice booming like a bell, carrying the resolute determination to slay demons and monsters:

"A mere trick like this, yet you dare to show off your meager skills before an expert?!"

Before he finished speaking, Fahai's monk robe suddenly swung backward! The movement was incredibly swift and elegant!

His muscular upper body was instantly exposed to the air—

Wow! That muscular physique with its defined lines and layered muscles!

What is particularly striking is that his entire broad back is covered with a ferocious dragon tattoo that is so lifelike and almost bursts out of his skin!

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

With a roar, Fahai's muscles bulged, and the dragon pattern on his back seemed to come alive.

"World Honored One, Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas! Prajna Padme Hum!"

"You audacious fiend! I'll expose your true form!"

"The dragon soars in the sky! Go!"

"roar--!!!"

Golden rays shot up from the tattoo, rapidly intertwining, expanding, and condensing in the air!

In the blink of an eye, eight celestial dragons, each with gleaming scales, prominent horns, and hundreds of feet long, their bodies wreathed in golden Buddhist flames, bared their fangs and claws, and with a terrifying power capable of crushing everything, slammed down on the three demons of Lion Camel Ridge below!

The scale, the spectacle, the special effects...

Absolutely!

Ji Zuodao couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the special effects of Fahai's scene in his heart.

Professional! He's clearly a trained demon-slaying expert!

then……

Then Ji Zuodao saw the Golden-Winged Roc, who was squatting on the right mountain peak, lazily raise his eyelids and glance at the Eight Heavenly Dragons that were roaring in and looked very impressive.

It didn't seem to use much force; it just sucked in very gently.

"call out--!!!"

A terrifying suction force, so powerful and seemingly capable of swallowing even light, suddenly erupted!

Those eight majestic, radiant dragons couldn't even struggle.

Just like eight noodles being gripped by an invisible hand, they spun around involuntarily and were all sucked into the belly of the Golden-Winged Roc in one gulp!

"Hiccup~"

The Golden-Winged Roc patted its belly with satisfaction, and even wiped its mouth with the tip of its wing.

A satisfied smile appeared on the bird's face. It nodded to Fahai, who was completely frozen and whose expression had utterly lost control, and spoke in human language, its tone incredibly sincere:

"This person... is quite nice."

"They even thought to send some snacks."

"The taste is alright, but it's a bit overcooked and a little dry."

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Only the "whooshing" sound of the night wind blowing through Lion Camel Ridge and the long, resounding burp of the Golden-Winged Roc echoed through the air.

Fahai's face, which was originally dignified and righteous, was now like a dye vat, turning from green to white, from white to red, and from red to purple.

His lips trembled as he pointed at the Golden-Winged Roc, stammering, "You...you you you..." for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.

What a shame! What a shame!

He, Fahai, has spent his entire life subduing demons and monsters; when has he ever suffered such injustice?!

"evildoer!!!"

Fahai finally snapped out of his shock and humiliation and let out a shrill, broken roar!

"Behold my magic weapon!"

He dared not be presumptuous any longer, and reached into his robes to pull out a golden, fist-sized, ancient-looking alms bowl!

"Great Luo Dharma Bowl! Take it!"

Fahai hurled the golden bowl in his hand into the air!

"Buzz—!"

The golden bowl grew taller as it faced the wind, spinning rapidly, and in an instant transformed into a large, upside-down golden bowl with a diameter of several tens of feet!

From the mouth of the bowl, boundless Buddhist light shone forth, forming a huge golden vortex that emitted a terrifying suction force.

Having locked onto the three demon kings below, we're going to capture them, along with this entire mountain range, all at once!

This magic weapon is clearly no ordinary item; it's far more powerful than those eight celestial dragons from before!

Ji Zuodao was sweating bullets for the three demon kings.

then……

He then saw that on the left mountain peak, the blue-maned lion that had always carried a large head and loved watching the excitement slowly raised its fan-like front paws.

He gently scooped up the mighty, swirling alms bowl that came crashing down.

His movements were so casual, as if he were picking a peach from a tree.

"Smack!"

The imposing golden bowl didn't even struggle; it landed steadily in the huge paw of the blue-maned lion, just like a well-behaved child.

It's still spinning.

The blue-haired lion held the bowl in front of its eyes, looked it over from left to right, and even tapped it twice with its paw. Listening to the clear echo, it nodded.

It raised its head, opened its blood-red maw, and smiled at Fahai, who was completely petrified and whose eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets.

"Ouch~"

"She's a really nice person!"

"If you're going to fight, then fight! And you even bring your own pot!"

"A person of taste!"

As it spoke, it slapped the golden bowl with its other paw, making it vibrate and buzz.

"Look at the color, look at the thickness, the stewed meat will definitely be delicious! The heat is even!"

After saying that, the blue-haired lion casually tossed the golden bowl in its paw to the side.

Several clever little demons immediately darted out from the side, heave-ho, and carried the golden bowl, which was bigger than a house, and with a "clang," placed it on a huge bonfire that had just been lit with demon fire.

Inside the bowl, some little demon had already started pouring water in with a "splashing" sound.

The water was freshly scooped from the pool of blood next to them, and it was still bubbling.

The blue-haired lion roared at the demon horde:

"Bring on a few nimble little demons!"

"Drag that delicate-skinned monk away!"

"Wash and clean it thoroughly, pluck the hair... oh wait, if you've shaved it, you don't need to pluck it. Hurry up and get it done!"

"Use this bowl the monk just gave me to stew it!"

"The heat is just right!"

"Monk meat, slow-cooked over a low flame, is the only way to get it to absorb the flavors and aroma. It's definitely very nourishing! Before eating Tang Sanzang, have a wild monk to whet your appetite."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

A deafening cheer and the sound of swallowing saliva erupted from the demons below the mountain!

Dozens of demons, who looked remarkably like cooks, with weasel-like faces or burly builds, their eyes gleaming with greedy green light, dragged large, rusty iron chains they had picked up from who-knows-where, howling as they pounced on Fahai, who had already frozen into a statue!

Fahai's lips trembled as he watched the stench-filled claws of the demon getting closer and closer to him.

Then he looked up at the three demons in the sky who were discussing how to cook them to make them taste good.

She felt dizzy and everything went black. This fierce monk, who could chase after the White Snake Lady with his staff, actually kicked his legs out quite decisively—

fainted.

"Hey! I'm dizzy! This saves me a lot of trouble!" a little demon shouted excitedly.

"Quick! Drag it away! Drag it away!"

"Is the water boiled yet?!"

"That monk's tattoo is pretty cool. Could you peel off the skin and use it as a blanket?"

……

The demons hurriedly used iron chains to bind the unconscious Fahai tightly.

Like carrying a pig for the New Year, they excitedly skipped towards the golden pot where water was boiling.

Ji Zuodao, standing to the side, was laughing so hard he could barely stand up straight and was about to pass out.

Good show.

This is the real show!

However... the show was over, Ji Zuodao smacked his lips and reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

It's time to get down to business.

Faming, that bald monk...

Where did they hide?

Ji Zuodao's eyes swept around, then suddenly fixed on a certain direction, and a cold, bloody smile slowly spread across his lips.

Got you.