Gou Zai Liang Jie as a Human Gu

A red lotus platform seemed to appear before Lin Mo's eyes, its color as red as flowing blood.

The golden Arhat on the lotus platform should have been solemn, majestic and extraordinary, but at this moment, he showed no compassion whatsoever, only eternal coldness and indifference as he looked down upon all living beings.

Countless alluring beauties, with their graceful figures, sheer robes, and captivating forms, entwined themselves around the lotus platform, some nestled against the Buddha's body, others offering alluring smiles, their captivating charms and worldly allure clinging to the golden statue.

The ultimate worldly desires and allure are intertwined with the solemn and majestic Buddha's ferocious form. The golden body of the Arhat has a face that is half compassionate and half ferocious, half Buddha and half demon, holy and licentious.

Beneath the lotus throne, from the mortal realm to the imperial palace, all the world's sufferings and desires are transformed into wisps of blood-red incense, continuously flowing into the lotus throne to nourish this golden Arhat statue.

The world is suffering from severe drought, and the earth is parched and cracked.

The heavy taxes and levies piled up, making it hard for the people to breathe.

The wilderness was barren, fertile fields lay fallow, and countless disaster victims, pale and emaciated, struggled desperately in their dire situation.

The elderly, women, and children had nowhere to live. The old man died with tears in his eyes, and the young child was cruelly sold off. Every household sold their children just to get a scrap of food to survive.

In dire circumstances, even the most tragic acts of cannibalism, such as exchanging children for food, have occurred.

The weather was changing rapidly, dark clouds were gathering overhead, and it looked like a heavy rain was imminent, which would solve the immediate problem.

However, the Arhat sitting high on the lotus platform slowly raised his head, smiled with a flower in hand, and blew a breath toward the sky. The wind swept away the remaining clouds, blowing away the last bit of hope in the hearts of the people, and despair permeated the parched land.

The birth, aging, sickness, and death of countless mortals, the pain, suffering, and despair before death, intertwine into billowing gray smoke, merging into the blood-red lotus platform.

A chaotic battlefield engulfed in war.

Amidst the constant warfare among the various states, the formidable city was besieged by a large army for months, cut off from both inside and outside, and running out of ammunition and food.

The city's food supplies were exhausted, and the soldiers and civilians were starving and freezing. Starving corpses littered the streets and alleys, and the city walls were piled high with dead bodies.

The soldiers defending the city were so hungry that they dug into the ground to fill their stomachs, and even ate the bones of their comrades to satisfy their hunger. The tragedy was so horrific that it defies description.

The reinforcements, carrying supplies and provisions, rushed to the front lines. Once they passed this mountain, they would arrive at the battlefield and save the front from disaster.

The Arhat on the blood-red lotus platform, with a face so enormous it could not be seen, and eyes as bright as the sun and moon, looked down upon the world from the clouds, peering through layers of sea of ​​clouds, and surveying the reinforcements that resembled ants carrying food.

A disdainful sneer flickered in his eyes at the reinforcements who had rushed to his aid day and night. He gently raised his right hand, his five fingers, as sturdy as mountains, their skin textured like the veins of rivers and mountains, his golden palm piercing through the sea of ​​clouds and striking down upon the world.

"Boom!"

The mountain collapsed, the river changed course, and the entire military road was blocked by rubble, making it difficult for reinforcements to reach the front line.

The death-defying fear of the soldiers and civilians throughout the city, the bloodlust of the people in the chaotic world, and the overwhelming hatred of the dying beings condensed into crimson smoke, billowing and rising, once again nourishing the golden body on the lotus platform.

The border is in dire straits, while in the capital, thousands of miles away, the imperial palace and the imperial city remain.

Red walls and golden tiles, a magnificent palace, a prosperous and peaceful era.

Emperors, residing high in the Purple Palace, are obsessed with power, ambitious, and greedy for immortality. They engage in large-scale construction projects and militaristic campaigns to build their own empires, treating the lives of the people as worthless. They collect all the offerings of the world and gather all the glory and wealth in the world. Their greed for power and desires are insatiable.

The imperial harem is filled with three thousand beauties, all vying for the emperor's favor. Beneath their gentle exteriors lie jealousy, malice, scheming, and madness.

To win the emperor's favor and a lifetime of glory, the concubines schemed against each other, plotted against each other, and worshipped the evil Arhats and Buddhas on the lotus throne.

Sisters turn against each other, and even family members kill one another. In the deep palace, there is no warmth, only endless obsession and strife.

The civil and military officials in the imperial court formed cliques and colluded with those outside the court, not for the sake of the people and the country, but only for promotion and control of power.

Everyone covets wealth and glory, and everyone is obsessed with power and status. They deceive and cheat each other, embezzle and break the law, and are blinded by lust for power and greed.

Behind each and every one of these incidents lies the manipulation and intrigue of the person on the lotus platform.

The extreme lust for power, extravagance, jealousy, hatred, greed, and delusion within the entire imperial palace, along with the hidden inner demons and overwhelming obsessions of countless upper-class beings, converged into a dense purple-gold haze, which rose majestically into the sky and poured into the golden body of the Arhat.

He experienced the hardships of life among the common people, the terrors of death on the battlefield, and the lust for power in the palace. He embraced all seven emotions and six desires.

All worldly attachments and filth are transformed into the crimson romance of incense, solely to cast the golden statue of one person as an Arhat!

"Witch!" Lin Mo opened his eyes, his gaze dark and bloodshot as he stared intently at Qiu Niang in the courtyard.

The gods and Buddhas, high above and mighty, disregarded the suffering of the common people and even went so far as to manipulate the winds and clouds to bring misery to the human world, which stirred up a sense of grief and indignation in his heart.

The cultivators are high above, regarding all living beings as offerings, taking or taking as they please.

In pursuit of immortality, they did not hesitate to wreak havoc on the human world, all to gather the seven emotions and six desires and cast a golden body of incense.

This kind of sect doesn't even deserve to be called a sect; it's nothing but a demonic sect!

Seeing Lin Mo dare to curse her, Qiu Niang was not angry but pleased: "Your consciousness is intact, you are indeed a good seedling. You have not disappointed me. Taking you, a spy of the Jade Buddha Sect, to the sect will surely earn you a good reward. I have made a huge profit, hehe!"

With a smug chuckle, Qiu Niang produced a colorful silk ribbon from her sleeve and used her spiritual power to capture and bind him.

"Screw you! You're still a long way off from catching me!"

Upon seeing the colorful silk, Lin Mo, having learned his lesson, didn't hesitate and swung his left hand sharply.

The [Sincere Dog Bone Stick] tied with the red rope suddenly broke free, rapidly growing larger in mid-air, spinning like a windmill, and smashing down hard on Qiu Niang's head!

……

"Tch!" Qiu Niang saw at a glance that the [Sincere Dog Bone Club] was just a low-level magic weapon and was not afraid at all.

With a flick of the sword, colorful ribbons danced and wrapped around the [Sincere Dog Bone Club].

In the blink of an eye, [Sincere Dog Bone Stick] and Caichou were happily married, inseparable and devoted to each other.

"Go!"

Qiu Niang didn't hesitate either. She used her spiritual power to manipulate the colorful silk, which swung like a windmill, carrying the [Sincere Dog Bone Club] she had tied to it, and smashed it towards Lin Mo on the roof.

"Huff...huff!"

The wind howled as it approached, and the force of the blow was immense; the wind blew towards the face before the attack even arrived.

"Go on."

Lin Mo never intended to actually fight Qiu Niang. He threw out the dog bone club to distract his target. Seeing that the opponent's colorful silk was powerful, he immediately entered the space of the [Mysterious Heaven Treasure Mirror] and his figure suddenly disappeared on the roof.

"What?"

Qiu Niang was shocked. Lin Mo, whom she had locked onto with her spiritual sense, had vanished into thin air.

The spiritual attempt to lock onto the target missed its mark.

The [Turtle Spirit Subduing Serpent Formation] is still active, and the formation barrier shows no cracks, indicating that it has not been broken.

No one was able to escape from the formation, and there was no sign of anyone forcing their way through it.

But Lin Mo simply vanished into thin air.

How did he, an ordinary martial artist, manage to escape silently?

This is not reasonable.

"Why is he like that damned pimp again?"

Qiu Niang racked her brains but still couldn't figure out how the person suddenly disappeared.

next moment.

Qiu Niang no longer had time to think about why Lin Mo had disappeared.

The "Sincere Dog Bone Club," entangled in colorful ribbons, missed its target and, propelled by its immense momentum, circled in mid-air before swinging back towards her.

"Damn it!"

Qiu Niang's eyes suddenly sharpened, and she used her spiritual power to urge the colorful silk to grind the ugly dog ​​bone into dust.

Click!

The colorful ribbon exerts its force, tightly binding the [Sincere Dog Bone Stick].

next second.

The "Sincere Dog Bone Stick" has vanished into thin air, leaving only a lonely, colorful ribbon.

Here we go again!

Qiu Niang's pupils suddenly contracted, and her exquisite face showed emotion, filled with frustrated astonishment.

The same routine applies: they disappear into thin air, and even spiritual sense cannot lock onto them.

boom!

"Oh my!"

Qiu Niang was struck on the forehead, and a soft, bone-chilling cry of pain escaped her lips, melodious and charming.

Even Lin Mo, who was secretly peeking from inside the [Mysterious Heaven Treasure Mirror], couldn't help but feel a pang of pity and tenderness upon hearing that incredibly charming cry of pain!

The [Sincere Dog Bone Stick] seemed unsatisfied and remained suspended in mid-air, continuously striking her head.

Qiu Niang seemed like a completely different person. Gone was her previous murderous aura. Her pretty face was flushed, and she tiptoed lightly, waving her fan back and forth in her hand, hurriedly driving away the endlessly swirling bone club.

This charming appearance is hardly a contest of magic; it's more like a young lady in her boudoir chasing and playing with butterflies in a garden.

With a charming smile and cheerful laughter, every frown and smile exudes allure.

After being ambushed by the "Sincere Dog Bone Stick" one after another, she was not angry at all. Instead, her cheeks flushed, she covered her face with a fan, her eyebrows and eyes shy, showing the shy and coquettish demeanor of a young girl.

The two seemed not to be fighting each other, but rather to be having a romantic encounter with their magical artifact. They chased and dodged each other, deeply in love, a pair of lovebirds who envied even the immortals.

"How did this woman suddenly change like this..."

Lin Mo stared in astonishment at Qiu Niang's unusual behavior, his face blank with disbelief.

Something's not right with this madam.

Something's not right!