The Undying Immortals of the Terrifying Heavens

"I thought the world wouldn't have to fall from the sky this time, but it turned out it made up for it itself!"

Chen Xing gritted his teeth and dug himself out from the crack in the rock.

It's rare to see someone who is shot seven times and then jumps off a cliff to commit suicide, both in ancient and modern times, and in any country.

He has experienced that feeling of his whole body being torn apart, with all his organs screaming and crashing against the ground, twice now.

It hurts like hell, but it's strange how people are. Ever since I learned I wouldn't die, my pain tolerance has increased a lot.

And this death also brought him good news: the curse of the Great Black Mother seems to be gone.

Just before he jumped off the cliff, he could see the caterpillar's appearance from time to time, but it disappeared after he revived.

Death can refresh your status!

Chen Xing did not linger; after recovering, he quickly left.

He heard voices from above, and then he heard someone coming down.

Once he was out of the mountains, the police officers who had been searching for his body noticed something was wrong and were now searching for him.

Chen Xing was covered in a terrible state. He rushed back to where he had come from. Now that Chen Duoduo was all alone, something was bound to happen to her.

Initially, he wanted Xie Qiming to watch over Chen Duoduo while he went to challenge the Great Black Buddha Mother to a duel... but now it can only be said that plans can't keep up with changes, although Chen Xing isn't exactly a good planner either.

He was walking down the street when suddenly three motorcycles braked beside him. The Taiwanese-style young man with dyed blond hair asked in confusion, "Hey, did you get hit by a car?"

Chen Xing's pitiful appearance seemed to trigger some of their laughter, and these blond-haired men got out of the car and started joking and playing around with Chen Xing.

Chen Xing remained expressionless, looking at the leader, whose build was similar to his own, and whose trench coat and black leather gloves looked very cool.

A burning cigarette butt was flicked at Chen Xing, but he instead smiled.

"Hahaha, this idiot..."

A moment later, Chen Xing changed into new clothes, mounted his motorcycle, and sped away.

As Chen Xing felt the wind brushing against his face, he couldn't help but sigh that there were still many good people in the world.

These young men, knowing that he had no money and no phone, generously gave him money and even gave him their windbreakers in case he caught a cold while riding his bike.

With the help of his mount, Chen Xing quickly returned to the place where Li Ruonan had lived before.

Chen Xing went straight upstairs, and the receptionist didn't ask any questions. Just a short while ago, he was chatting and laughing with Li Ruonan.

A short while later, a middle-aged policeman walked in, took out a picture, and asked the receptionist, "Have you seen this person before?"

Upon seeing the group, the receptionist immediately stepped forward and spoke.

"He was here just now. That person left not long ago. Before leaving, he specifically instructed that if anyone came looking for him, he should be taken directly to his room, as he had left something for them."

The receptionist was still somewhat surprised. Chen Xing had anticipated that someone would come looking for him, and even predicted that it would be the police. This was truly unexpected.

He secretly wondered if he had committed some kind of crime. At this thought, the receptionist's face turned slightly pale.

He had just been chatting and laughing with a criminal.

The middle-aged policeman's face darkened, and he immediately instructed the front desk to lead the way to Li Ruonan's room.

The group arrived at the room, which was empty; there wasn't a single person in sight.

The receptionist was immediately startled upon seeing this.

"That's not right. The person who went out just now didn't take the child with him."

The veteran policeman felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that the situation was far more serious than he had anticipated.

He tracked the surveillance footage to this location. The hostage who was taken hostage and beaten is still in a coma in the hospital. How come there is still a child inside the house?

A cell phone was placed in the center of the room, without a lock screen password.

The background screen remains on the notes page, which is filled with dense text.

The middle-aged policeman glanced at the contents, and his expression suddenly changed drastically again.

Just as the young police officer next to him was about to ask what was written in the memo, the middle-aged policeman had already turned off his phone screen.

"Let's go back first. If what they say is true, then something terrible is going to happen!"

……

"Something terrible has happened!"

Chen Xing stumbled into a temple, still holding the drowsy and completely unconscious Chen Duoduo in his arms.

"What, what's wrong!?"

The place Chen Xing arrived at was called the White Crane Immortal Palace, which enshrined the White Crane Boy.

It was nearly evening by then, and there were almost no pilgrims coming and going.

A middle-aged man who looked full of energy immediately became agitated when he heard Chen Xing say that something bad had happened!

When he looked at Chen Xing, he realized he was a stranger.

Chen Xing: "Master, something terrible has happened! A demon has been born and is about to wreak havoc on the world! There will be endless suffering and death!!"

"Stop, stop, stop! What are you talking about? Is it that serious?"

"Of course it's not that serious, but if I don't make it sound serious, how will you take it seriously..." Chen Xing thought to himself, while saying aloud, "There is an evil god called the Great Black Buddha Mother, whose followers spread curses everywhere!"

"curse!?"

"Yes, people have died. I thought Lord White Crane was incredibly powerful, compassionate, and just... impartial, selfless, protecting the good and punishing the evil. He is a first-rate deity, which is why I came to you!"

Chen Xing's mouth was like a machine gun, rattling off a long string of idioms, leaving the old man dumbfounded. This man's skill in flattery far surpassed mine!

"Make it quick."

"Alright, I'll tell you in the most direct and straightforward way that I'm wanted by the police for killing a follower of the Black Buddha Mother, so I've come to you for help."

The old man was shocked: "What?! You want me to protect a murderer? Isn't that putting Lin Bei at risk of committing a crime?!"

"I killed evil spirits, not to ask you to take me in. I just need a favor. This child's life has been targeted by the Great Black Buddha Mother, and she has received Zhou Ye's protection, but it's inconvenient for me to take her with me, so..."

Upon hearing this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief: "So, you're just looking after this child for me?"

Unexpectedly, Chen Xing shook his head: "No, I want to ask Immortal Venerable White Crane to go and kill that stupid Black Buddha Mother once and for all."

At this point, the old man's face turned serious: "No, gods cannot interfere with reality, but if what you say is true, I might lend a hand... How can you prove that what you're saying is true?"

Chen Xing raised his chin: "Why don't we just ask Immortal Venerable White Crane?"

"You've got it wrong. We all call him Master White Crane. You can't just call a deity that name randomly."

Chen Xing walked up to the statue of the White Crane Boy and lit an incense stick: "How could it be wrong? The White Crane Immortal Venerable is incredibly powerful, so he naturally deserves the title of Immortal Venerable. It also signifies the Immortal Venerable's profound cultivation."

Seeing this, the old man did not correct him further. He took down a set of cups from the altar.

The cup is a tool used by Taoist priests to communicate with deities. It is a crescent-shaped vessel made of two pieces of wood or bamboo, with a flat (yang) and a convex (yin) side.

One flat and one convex "cups" indicates permission; two flat "cups" require a re-throw; and two convex "cups" indicate negation. In some regions, three consecutive "cups" are considered a clear indication from the gods.

"Master White Crane, young man, is it true that there really is such an evil deity as the Great Black Buddha Mother?"