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

In just a few words, Faming visibly "shrank" in size!

It's not that I've lost weight, it's that my moisture, energy, and even the vitality in my flesh and blood have all been steamed, roasted, and squeezed dry over a raging fire.

His skin clung tightly to his bones, his eye sockets were sunken, and he looked exactly like a pitiful person who was about to be roasted into dried meat.

"Damn it!"

Ji Zuodao's eyelids twitched; this Fiery Blaze was just too damn domineering!

We can't delay any longer!

With a flick of his wrist, a pale white bone nail, about three inches long, with one end extremely sharp and the other end engraved with twisted runes, appeared out of thin air in his palm!

"What are you doing?!"

Faming's pupils contracted sharply, and he shouted a question in a stern voice.

He looked at the bone nail that exuded an ominous aura, and then at Ji Zuodao's serious expression that said, "I'm going to perform surgery on you."

The last vestiges of reason in his mind, clouded by the karmic fire, were suddenly jolted awake.

Faming was shocked, angry, and somewhat absurd. "No way, what grudge does Fa'an have against you?!"

"You little brat, are you really that eager to kill me?!"

"Shut up!"

Ji Zuodao held the bone nail in his hand, twirling it between his fingertips, his gaze calm to a frightening degree.

"My third master told me that this karmic fire is also called the 'fire of anger'."

"The stronger the evil thoughts in one's heart, the deeper the attachment, and the more turbulent the thoughts of greed, anger, and ignorance become..."

"The more fiercely this fire burns, the more malevolent it becomes, until it burns you to ashes from the inside out."

"I think your mind is too restless. You have too many distracting thoughts, like a pot of spicy hot pot that's been boiled over."

"Let's just solve this once and for all."

Ji Zuodao weighed the bone nail in his hand and aimed it at Faming's smooth, red, and steaming forehead.

"Use this to slightly disrupt your prefrontal cortex."

"Don't worry, I'm good at technical work."

"The effect is immediate. I guarantee that from now on, your heart will be as still as water, as calm as a still well, and you will have cast aside all emotions and desires, just like the clay statue of a bodhisattva in a temple, without any human feelings at all."

"Anger, greed, delusion, jealousy... I've formatted them all!"

"Well, maybe, probably, perhaps... there will be a tiny, insignificant side effects."

"For example, cognitive impairment, emotional disorders, motor disorders... and other minor issues like these."

"But compared to being burned to ashes, that's nothing, right?"

"Right?!"

"I curse your mother, Buddha!!!"

When Faming heard this, he was so frightened that his soul almost jumped out of his seven orifices!

This is supposed to be "a tiny bit of a side effect"?!

This is a deluxe package that turns people into idiots, wooden figures, and hemiplegics!

That bastard Zhou Langchen! What kind of nonsense has he been teaching his apprentices?! Huh?!

"Stop! Stop right now!"

Faming roared with his last bit of strength, desperately mobilizing the little Buddhist power left in his body that hadn't been ignited by karmic fire, and condensed a thin layer of golden light, as thin as paper, in front of his forehead, desperately blocking the bone nail that was getting closer and closer.

"Even if... even if we miraculously survive the fire, there will still be typhoons and lightning strikes!"

"You've caused me all these complications, what the hell am I supposed to do to overcome this tribulation?! In the end, I'm still just going to die!"

"It's all the same, I'm going to die anyway, what's the difference?! Huh?!"

Ji Zuodao paused, pinching the bone nail, stroking his chin, and pondered seriously for a moment.

"Um……"

"That seems to make sense."

Ji Zuodao rolled his eyes, put away the bone nail with a look of disgust, and said, "Damn it, you bald monk, you're really useless. You're utterly useless and only cause trouble."

Fa Ming: "..."

I fucking... I fucking endured it!

"listen to me!"

Faming was panting heavily, feeling like sparks were flying from his throat. He spoke rapidly, afraid that if he spoke too slowly, this scoundrel would pull out some even more sinister thing.

"My inner demon... Fa'an! When he fled back then, he stole half of my Bodhisattva status!"

"You! Go and persuade him! Make him return my half of the throne!"

"As long as my attainment of Buddhahood is complete, I will be able to overcome the three calamities!"

"If I can get through this... I swear! From now on, we'll go our separate ways! He can go his way, and I'll go mine! I will never, ever dare to, bother him again!"

At this moment, Faming was truly and completely resigned to his fate and also afraid.

Fa'an's previous mocking remark to him—"My connections are beyond your imagination"—is still relevant.

He dismissed it at the time.

But now, he believes it and is convinced.

This isn't just "beyond imagination," it's downright "mind-blowing"!

As the abbot of Jinshan Temple, with the cultivation of the peak of the Divine Realm and the status of a Bodhisattva, he finally managed to bring his inner demons back with great difficulty.

The results of it?

Within two days, "family members" came knocking on the door.

Jinshan Temple was flooded, bandits came to ransack it, and dozens of demon sages blocked the door to watch the show...

This spectacle and this grand display are even more spectacular than the ceremony when he took over as abbot!

This is not counting.

The junior in front of me looks young and his cultivation is only at the Dharma Aspect Realm, but if he puts on a human skin and borrows some power, he can press me to the ground and grind me down. He almost treated me as an ingredient for "donkey meat sandwich".

Fa'an, a demon that escaped from his own mind, a demon that should be "hated by everyone"...

Where did he get to know these "family members" who are all incredibly powerful, incredibly eccentric, and incredibly unreasonable?!

We can't afford to mess with them, we really can't afford to mess with them.

Bodhisattva level?

Ji Zuodao was taken aback.

Holy crap! That Dog Lord is ruthless! He even stole half of someone else's Bodhisattva status?

No wonder this monk traveled all the way to Jinghai to catch the dog.

The Bodhisattva status is a complicated concept to explain, but simply put, it's like a guaranteed admission to university.

With this thing, the Three Disasters are just a formality; they'll let you pass by just going through the motions.

Of course, these five difficulties cannot be skipped; they must be overcome.

There's an old saying that goes, "Misfortune is easy to avoid, but calamity is hard to escape."

"Position..."

Ji Zuodao frowned, his mind racing with calculations.

What Dog took away was the key to Faming's survival in this calamity.

If you return it, Faming might survive.

If they don't pay, Faming will most likely die, and Gouye might also be buried with him.

This bald monk is certain of this, which is why he dares to make demands at this time.

Just as Ji Zuodao was struggling with this decision—

"You brat."

A somewhat weak voice, yet still carrying that familiar, reckless air, came from behind him.

It's Dog Master.

Ji Zuodao suddenly turned around.

Dog Master had woken up sometime earlier.

With Qiqi's careful support, he sat down against the large rock.

Its tattered dog skin barely covered its body, revealing the writhing demonic form beneath, a sight too terrifying to behold. It appeared extremely weak, yet its dog eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, fixed intently on this side.

Don't listen to his nonsense.

Doggy licked his chapped lips, his voice hoarse but carrying a resolute and ruthless edge.

"Just kill him."

"Inner demons?"

Dog chuckled, his smile filled with disdain and a sense of exhilaration at breaking free from shackles.

"Hey……"

"I, Dog Lord, have long ago..."

"I've finally gotten rid of that identity!"

"What?!"

Before Dog Master could finish speaking, Fa Ming's face instantly turned pale!

Because just now, the instant Doggy uttered those words—

Between him and Fa'an, there was a subtle, inextricable, and mysterious connection that had lasted for centuries, stemming from the same origin, between the true self and the inner demons...

"Click."

A soft sound, like shattering glass, that only they could hear.

broken.

Completely, thoroughly, cleanly, it's over.

"How could this be...?" Faming's voice trembled as he stared intently at Dog Master, as if he were looking at a monster.

"What happened?! Fa'an! What on earth did you do?!"

"Senior brother..."

Doggy, or rather, Fa'an, slowly and with great effort, tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing an indescribable, weary yet unusually calm smile.

Its sound was soft, yet it echoed clearly across the open space filled with the smell of burning.

"Don't be surprised."

"All of this is..."

"A choice made by fate."

"A choice of destiny?"

Faming muttered to himself, then suddenly opened his eyes wide and his whole body trembled violently.

Those eyes, scorched red by the flames of karma, were now wide open, filled with unbelievable horror.

"The ability to foresee destiny?!"

"Damn it! How do you have the ability to foresee destiny?!"

"This is impossible!!!"