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

However, just as the old monk Yongjue was about to withdraw his gaze and ponder how to "subdue demons and reclaim his fortune"—

"what?"

The scene seen through the Heavenly Eye.

A subtle, yet faintly resonant, fluctuation emanated from the black dog.

The old monk Yongjue focused his attention and examined the scene closely, his eyes gleaming with even greater golden light.

This fluctuation...

Is this... a Buddhist supernatural power?

Yes, that unique charm is absolutely unmistakable!

In an instant, an uncontrollable wave, a mixture of immense joy and burning greed, crashed against the top of the head of the old monk Yongjue!

What a stroke of luck! This is truly an incredible stroke of luck!

"Buddha, have mercy... Buddha, have mercy!"

The old monk Yongjue twirled his empty fingers and murmured to himself.

Even my usually calm mind was stirred by this moment.

"It is destined that this item is meant for me; if Heaven grants it and I do not take it, I will suffer the consequences..."

He looked at the lazy black dog again, his gaze as if examining a priceless treasure, growing more and more satisfied with each look.

As for whether it could be a trap?

Who would risk such a huge expense to set a trap?

What's the difference between this and using golden leaves for baiting?

The old monk Yongjue slowly withdrew his divine eye, the golden light in his eyes receding, and he transformed back into the kind-faced old monk.

He bent down, picked up the last Buddhist bead, and held it in his palm.

A faint, cold smile replaced the previous gloom on his aged face.

"May Buddha have mercy..."

"Demons have stolen supernatural powers and are wreaking havoc on the world. Now that I have witnessed this, how can I stand idly by?"

"It is only right that we take this trip to vanquish demons and monsters."

The old monk Yongjue straightened the cuffs of his white-washed monk's robe, and walked slowly out of the gate of Nanhua Temple, as if it were his daily meditation walk.

The young novice monk guarding the gate respectfully clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, and then his figure blended into the evening flow of people and carriages in Jinghai.

The old monk Yongjue moved with the speed of the wind, seemingly unhurried, but in reality, with each step he covered several feet.

Pedestrians on the street felt a gentle breeze, and could not even make out their shadows clearly.

Before long, we arrived at our destination.

The old monk Yongjue stood downstairs at Building No. 3 and looked up at the old residential building.

The Sky Eye was never turned off along the way.

The demon is still upstairs, in that room where the stench of blood has not yet dissipated.

His compassionate smile remained unchanged as he lifted his foot, stepped into the dimly lit apartment building.

Footsteps echoed in the empty stairwell, unhurried and gentle, each one seemingly striking a chord in one's heart.

Fifth floor.

The corridor was filled with a strong, lingering smell of blood, and the pool of blood on the ground belonging to Zhou He had turned black.

The massive, melted alloy door remained wide open, like a gaping maw ready to devour its prey.

The old monk Yongjue stood at the door, his gaze calmly sweeping over the messy living room inside.

Finally, the blood settled on the large black dog lying in the middle of the bloodstains, seemingly dozing off because it had "eaten too much."

"Amitabha."

The old monk Yongjue put his hands together and uttered a Buddhist chant, his voice gentle and peaceful, which echoed in the quiet corridor.

"This...dog benefactor."

"This old monk has come with no ill intentions. I only wish to retrieve my lost supernatural powers, and incidentally... borrow the meager Buddhist affinity within you."

"If you would be so kind as to do me this favor, I can personally chant sutras for your salvation, helping you to ascend to the Pure Land and be freed from the suffering of reincarnation. What do you say?"

He finished speaking.

In the living room, the dozing black dog slowly opened its eyes.

Those were a pair of pitch-black, deep-set dog eyes that seemed to absorb all light.

There was no ferocity in the dog's eyes, only an almost indifferent calm, and a hint of... undisguised mockery.

The dog's mouth gaped open, revealing its gleaming white canines, and its voice was deep and clearly mocking:

"So, you admit that the supernatural power is yours?"

Upon hearing this rhetorical question, a sense of alarm suddenly arose in the heart of the old monk Yongjue!

wrong!

This beast was too calm, and the mockery in his eyes was too blatant; it was almost like…

It's like watching a fool walk right into a trap.

He instinctively reached out to activate his Heavenly Eye Technique to scan his surroundings again—

But the black dog was even faster.

No, that can't even be called an action.

With a slow twist of its body, the dog's mouth reached back and precisely caught the tip of its own tail.

Then, to the astonishment of the old monk Yongjue—

"Slurp—"

The dog suddenly sucked on its lips like it was eating noodles!

The entire fat black dog, from head to tail, skin and fur, was sucked into its mouth in one gulp!

All that remained was a pool of blood; not a single dog hair was left behind.

The old monk Yongjue had cultivated for several decades and considered himself to be quite knowledgeable, but the absurd scene before him still made his withered body stiffen abruptly.

What the hell is this?!

He had seen demons take human form, seen them burrow underground and fly into the sky, seen them shrink their bones and change their appearance, but this was truly the first time a monk had ever seen someone treat himself like a jelly!

But the next instant, a chilling coldness shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head!

not good!!!

This is hardly some kind of demonic wildness!

This is clearly... a trap! A caged trap!

Golden leaves used as bait?!

This guy is using the Imperial Seal of the State as bait! He's using the He Shi Bi jade to catch turtles!

He's that bastard!

"Buzz—!"

The old monk Yongjue no longer cared about maintaining the demeanor of a high monk. His powerful Buddhist energy, which had been dormant for many years, suddenly erupted, and his body shimmered with dark golden light.

He smashed the window in front of him, sending shards of glass and wood chips flying everywhere!

I faintly heard a voice in my ear:

"Supernatural Power! Flaming Mountain!"

As soon as it landed.

The old monk Yongjue sensed that something was wrong with the touch.

His heart sank, and he looked down—

Where is the cement road surface?

Beneath my feet lies cracked, scorched, and barren land, with a faint, dark red glow emanating from the depths of the cracks, as if magma were slowly flowing within them.

The scorching heat distorted the air, and every breath inhaled carried the acrid smell of sulfur and ash.

He looked up sharply.

The sky was a somber, eternal crimson, devoid of sun and moon, with only thick, burning clouds slowly churning.

As far as the eye could see, there were endless, barren mountains composed of dark red rocks and scorched earth.

Those mountains are grotesque and bizarre, as if they were kneaded by a huge force and then thrown into a furnace and scorched for millions of years.

The surface of the mountain is covered with real, orange-red lava rivers that gurgle and boil, with hot bubbles bursting and sparks flying everywhere.

Hot winds whipped up scalding sand and slapped against my face, causing a burning sting.

The old monk Yongjue suddenly turned his head.

Not far away, atop the tallest mountain peak, flowing with golden lava, stood a towering figure, arms crossed, grinning at him.

The man had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, his fleshy face twitching with a smile, but his eyes were full of cruelty and mockery, like a cat toying with a mouse.

Deputy Director Liu!

When he saw Yongjue looking at him, his grin stretched almost to his ears, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth, and his voice boomed like a great bell:

"Master Yongjue, how have you been?"

"They came all this way to bully my dear nephew..."

"Did they ask me, the parent,?"

Before he finished speaking, Deputy Director Liu lifted his foot and, seemingly casually, lightly stomped on the lava-filled mountain below.

"Thump—!!!"

A deafening roar, so deep it seemed to shake the very heart of the entire Flaming Mountain world!

Centered on his soles, a terrifying ripple, visible to the naked eye, tinged with crimson and dark gold, spread out like a meteor falling to earth!

Wherever it passed, the already boiling river of lava suddenly surged with towering waves!

Dozens more fiery mountains rose from the ground, triggering even more turbulent torrents of lava!

Endless flames shot into the sky, dyeing half the sky a deeper crimson!

Standing in the center of the apocalyptic scene, Deputy Director Liu twisted his neck, his cervical bones cracking loudly. He beckoned to the ashen-faced old monk, Yongjue.

"Come."

"Let me, Liu, see you, you old bald monk..."

"Just how many pounds and ounces of relics did they manage to cultivate?"