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

As the demons listened to Dog Lord's detailed guide to raiding homes, their eyes widened in admiration as they looked at him.

"Brilliant! Dog Master is absolutely brilliant!"

"It has to be you! So experienced!"

"Brothers! What are you waiting for? Listen to me! Pump the water! Dig up the trees! Pry up the wall!"

"roar!!"

The enthusiasm for raiding houses, which had just cooled down a bit, was instantly reignited to a new level by Dog Master's few words!

The monsters scattered again in a flash, this time with a clearer goal and even greater enthusiasm.

Some were digging, some were pumping water, and some were banging on the walls; the clanging and banging sounds inside Jinshan Temple were even more lively than before.

Many monsters, while working, didn't forget to shout at the top of their lungs towards their parents and aunts still "keeping order" in the sky:

"Dad! Mom! Did you hear that? Dog Master said there's more good stuff! Don't hold back! Go all out!"

"Auntie! That old bald monk's chest seems bulging! Search him!"

Above the clouds, a group of demon saints smiled knowingly upon hearing this, and their gazes toward the suppressed old monks below became even more "kind."

Several hands had already begun to grope the ashen-faced old monks...

"It's over...it's all over..."

Several senior monks, who vaguely knew the inside story of Faming's capture of the inner demon, watched as Dog Master swaggered out, giving orders with composure, while Faming was nowhere to be found.

The last glimmer of hope in their hearts was extinguished with a snap.

Faming... is probably in grave danger.

Looking at this familiar scene before me—a demon leading the charge, ransacking homes, causing chaos and disorder…

Some of the old monks, in a daze, seemed to have returned to that equally crazy night decades ago.

The same inner demon is leading the way.

This time, however, there were more people, their hearts were darker, and their methods were more ruthless!

What a tragic fate! What a tragic fate!

On the cloud, Zhang Yucheng stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the grand spectacle unfold below with amusement.

Seeing Ji Zuodao emerge unharmed with Dog Master, the last weight was lifted from his heart.

Looking down below, wow, Dog Master is truly an old hand. With this one pointer, Jinshan Temple will probably be turned upside down, even the rat holes in its foundation will be thoroughly searched.

He figured it was about time to wrap things up.

Acting also requires a rhythm; it can't go on and on.

He was kind-hearted and thought he should leave these monks something to remember them by, such as a pound or two of old rice.

Otherwise, the whole temple will starve tomorrow, and that won't sound good if word gets out.

Although he felt that these monks usually received plenty of incense money, they wouldn't die even if they went hungry for ten days or half a month.

Zhang Yucheng slowly took out his phone, swiped the screen, found the contact labeled "Fatty Xu," and sent a concise message:

"Old Xu, the stage is set up, it's your turn to go on stage."

Not long after the message was sent.

"Waaaaah—waaaaah—waaaah—!!"

The urgent, piercing siren ripped through the night sky as it sped toward Jinshan Temple!

Judging from the noise, quite a few cars are coming!

Immediately following was the roar of helicopter rotors, and several bright beams of searchlight, like swords piercing the darkness, illuminated the already devastated Jinshan Temple as if it were daytime!

"Listen up, you people inside! You are surrounded!"

"Put down your weapons! Surrender immediately!"

"We are the 749th Bureau of Yuhang! Repeat, we are the 749th Bureau of Yuhang!"

Director Xu's voice was deliberately slightly out of breath, as if it were truly a "rapid rescue" or a "critical moment".

"It's in round 749!!"

"The government officials have arrived!!"

"My lord, please help me!!"

The monks of Jinshan Temple, who had been ashen-faced and grief-stricken, were stunned at first upon hearing the sirens and shouts, but then their eyes blazed with the ecstatic joy of being saved from a desperate situation!

Several young monks were so moved that they cried.

"We're saved! We're saved!"

"Bureau 749! They're here, these monsters won't be able to run rampant anymore!"

The monks struggled, trying to rush towards the direction from which the sirens were coming, but a single glare from the demon saints made them shrink back, though the hope on their faces was unmistakable.

Xu Chuan took the lead, leading dozens of fully armed investigators dressed in black uniforms from Bureau 749, their expressions "solemn" and "anxious" as they rushed into the mountain gate.

As soon as he entered, Xu Chuan couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Good guy!

He knew that the Jinghai gang was ruthless, but he never expected them to be this ruthless!

Is this still the ancient Jinshan Temple, which has stood for a thousand years?

This is clearly a ruined construction site that has just been visited by the demolition team, with not even doors and windows left!

The main hall? Only the foundation remains.

The library? One of the walls is gone.

Buddha statues? I didn't see a single one.

Even the ancient trees in the yard that looked like they had been there for ages were uprooted, and the pits were still fresh.

Well, it's truly devastated; not a blade of grass has grown there.

Xu Chuan was internally ranting and raving, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a surge of elation.

The more ruthless the operation, the greater the spoils!

When it comes time to divide the spoils with the Jinghai Bureau, won't our side get a larger share?

He even had a dark thought: why didn't those people from Jinghai just grab the land while they were at it...?

However, Xu Chuan still wore that "patriotic and distressed" expression on his face. He waved his hand and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Outrageous! In broad daylight, how could such rampant thugs plunder an ancient temple and destroy cultural relics! The entire 749th Bureau of Yuhang is responsible!"

"Take down these lawless bandits! Protect the ancient temple! Rescue the monks!"

"Yes!!" The investigators behind him responded in unison, their voices loud and clear, full of momentum.

"Brothers! The government officials are here! It's getting dangerous! Let's get out of here!!"

Someone, quite fittingly, shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Get out of here! Get out of here!"

"The officials are coming! Run!"

The bandits immediately panicked and began frantically gathering their loot before scattering like birds and beasts.

"Where do you think you're going! Stop right there!"

The investigators from Bureau 749 were filled with righteous indignation and rushed forward with unparalleled bravery.

The two groups instantly clashed.

At first, the monks of Jinshan Temple were very excited and looking forward to it.

Look! This is the power of a nation! Well-trained and with overwhelming momentum!

The bandits are doomed!

But as they looked at it, they felt that the art style seemed a little off.

Why do these punches and kicks look so soft and light?

You throw a punch, and I "narrowly" dodge it by sidestepping, letting out an "ouch" in the process, my movements exaggerated like a martial arts performer in Peking Opera.

I kicked you, and you staggered backward, clutching your stomach with a pained expression. But after taking two steps back, you regained your footing and then charged at me again.

This... this is less of a life-or-death struggle and more like old men and women practicing Tai Chi in the park!

Or rather, the kind of acting that's particularly exaggerated!

A young, impetuous monk, probably from watching too many martial arts movies, was caught up in the heat of the moment.

He saw a "bandit" being punched by an investigator, staggering backward with his back to him, his defenses wide open.

"A great opportunity! I too must rid the people of this scourge!"

In a moment of impulsiveness, the young monk forgot his meager cultivation level, let out a howl, picked up the broken half of his staff from the ground, and stabbed it at the "bandit's" back, trying to help the official.

The "bandit" with his back to him suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him, as well as a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy.

He instinctively threw a powerful backhand punch!

"Bang!!!"

A muffled thud, solid and resounding.

The young monk felt as if he had been hit by the side of a speeding truck; he was lifted off the ground with a "whoosh" and traced a brief arc in the air.

Then, with a "boom," it crashed face down, spread-eagled, into the ground.

It hit so hard that only its two legs were sticking out, and it even twitched a couple of times.

The monks of Jinshan Temple who witnessed this scene were filled with hope, excitement, and exhilaration...

With a "crack," it shattered.

It was completely shattered.

They stared blankly at their fellow disciple, whose legs were the only part of the body sticking out, and then at the "bandits" and investigators around them who had suddenly stopped fighting and had strange expressions.

Even the most naive person would understand.

It’s over.

It's all fucking over.

What justice? What law?

They're all in cahoots!

It's a grand drama of "the thief crying 'stop thief!'" and "the thief eating the thief!"

So, Jinshan Temple is like a piece of meat on a chopping board. After it's chopped up, you have to watch the butcher and the knife seller give each other thumbs up, praising each other's sharp knives and fresh meat?

Several old monks suddenly couldn't catch their breath, their eyes rolled back, and they truly fainted this time.

The remaining monks, their faces ashen and eyes vacant, slumped to the ground, too exhausted even to cry.

Director Xu Chuan's eyes twitched at the unexpected turn of events, but the act still had to be played out.

He coughed, picked up the megaphone, and shouted in an even more "grief-stricken" and "heartbroken" tone:

"Those bandits are ruthless! They've injured my comrades! Comrades, follow me! We can't let a single one escape!"

"Chase them!"

"Kill them!"

The investigators from Bureau 749 immediately "regrouped" and, shouting, "vigorously" chased after the "fleeing bandits."

The bandits cooperated, "panicking" as they dropped some insignificant loot, such as a few bricks and tiles, while "scrambling" down the mountain.

The helicopter hovered in the air, its lights chasing each other.

The sirens wailed in the night sky.

A fierce chase unfolded amidst the ruins of Jinshan Temple.

All that remained was a scene of utter devastation, a group of heartbroken monks, and the young monk who had just been pulled from the ground, bruised and battered, questioning the meaning of life.

The night wind blew, swirling up a few charred leaves and a coarse cloth hood with the word "Red Center" drawn on it, which no one knew who had left behind.

The hood rolled twice on the ground and stopped in front of the huge lotus pedestal where the Buddha statue had been pried off.

The cold moonlight shone on it, illuminating the rough strokes of the character "Hong Zhong," which looked like a huge, mocking period.

This absurd drama of "flooding Jinshan Temple and bandits ransacking the house" has come to an end.