The Demonic Taoist Priest Emerges from the Mountain

Since Ning Jinrou and I entered the village, I haven't seen any outsiders.

From my conversation with my dad, it seems he doesn't want me to leave this village either.

In addition, there were the actions these villagers had just taken.

Their intent to kill is genuine.

Moreover, I could sense the murderous intent emanating from them.

These murderous energies wouldn't exist without taking lives.

Considering my father's fear, he must have known what was going to happen next.

How did my dad know that?

The reason is actually very simple: he has seen it, and perhaps he has even participated in it.

Based on these clues, I'm pretty sure I've figured it out.

That's why I said what I just said.

However, the blind monk has been in Liuweng Village for eight years.

It's obvious that my few words alone are not enough to completely convince these villagers.

Soon, someone in the crowd raised a question.

"What makes you say that?"

I've seen the person who spoke before; it was the old man who stopped me when I first entered the village.

This old man seems to be very prestigious in Liuweng Village.

Upon hearing him speak, all the other villagers fell silent.

I scoffed.

"The Buddha you revere is lying there now."

I didn't say much to them, I just pointed to the blind monk.

This statement is more powerful than a thousand explanations.

People are always like this; they always believe what they want to believe.

Then let's thoroughly crush and chew up this willingness and show it to them!

The villagers' expressions all changed at that moment.

I can't be bothered to care what these people are thinking.

Perhaps I had previously planned to break the formation set up by the blind monk to save this group of people.

But just now, I completely dismissed that thought.

I'm not some despicable person. These people wanted to kill me and my father, and I'm still going to repay evil with kindness.

I've already said everything to these people; I've done more than enough.

Whether they believe it or not has absolutely nothing to do with me.

And I came here because I wanted to take my father out of here.

Now that my father is right beside me, I've already achieved half of my goal.

"Father, let's go."

I said to my father.

My father nodded, then followed behind me, intending to leave.

But just as we turned around...

A scream suddenly rang out.

My steps suddenly faltered.

Looking back.

His pupils contracted sharply.

The blind monk, who had been on the verge of death, suddenly stood up.

Not only that, his snow-white hands had already pierced the body of the villager closest to him.

Bright red blood dripped from his fingertips.

The blind monk still wore a calm and serene smile.

"Fellow Daoist, I underestimated you."

"If it weren't for the great formation nourishing my body, I would have ascended to the Pure Land just now."

The blind monk raised his head and faced me.

My brows furrowed immediately.

This guy was actually able to mobilize a grand formation to draw spiritual energy to nourish his injured body even when he was on the verge of death?

What alarmed me even more was that, not long after, the mute man who had been lying down earlier also slowly stood up.

The wound on his chest was writhing rapidly, and the flesh was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I was completely stunned.

What kind of evil formation is it that can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded?

"Originally, this humble monk intended to use the hands of these two fellow Daoists to kill all these ignorant people."

"This will complete the final step of this humble monk's ritual formation."

"But I underestimated you. You are too clever and didn't fall for my trap."

"But it's okay."

The blind monk's lips slowly curled upwards.

"Mute monk, kill all these people."

The blind monk spoke indifferently.

The mute man licked his lips and swung his machete at the nearest villager.

Before the villager could even react, a huge gash appeared on his neck.

After two deaths, all the villagers realized what was happening.

They began to break down; their beliefs crumbled completely at that moment.

After the collapse, sharp screams echoed everywhere.

The will to survive stimulates adrenaline.

The villagers began to flee, scattering in all directions.

They had no intention of resisting the mute and blind monks.

Look, they've perfectly exemplified the principle of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

It's ironic how they're running around like this.

I slowly pulled my father behind me.

His gaze was fixed on the blind monk.

The blind monk had already pulled his hand out.

He took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped his palms.

"Why."

I suddenly sighed.

The blind monk's hand movements froze for a moment.

"Fellow Daoist, are you regretting your actions?"

He asked.

I chuckled.

"Regret? You're so narcissistic. I just think you're pathetic."

The blind monk slowly raised his head and faced me.

"What do you mean?"

I shook my head and said, "You are clearly an evil person, but you insist on pretending to be a compassionate one."

"For eight long years, you meticulously planned and earned the respect of all the villagers, enjoying the feeling of being high above them all."

"Aren't you tired? How much self-confidence and inferiority complex do you have?"

"To be so hypocritical, I bet you must have suffered some serious psychological trauma, right?"

"Judging from your age, it's probably not a lover, so it must be a family member? Or perhaps, your teacher?"

I smiled faintly as I looked at the blind monk.

I've been observing all his movements.

When I said the words "commander," I noticed his body tremble slightly.

The amplitude wasn't very large, but I still managed to capture it clearly.

"If your superiors saw you in this wretched state, they'd be even more disheartened, wouldn't they?"

"Tsk tsk, you've produced a beast. If I were your teacher, I would have smashed you to pieces with my own hands!"

"That's enough!"

Before I could finish speaking, the blind monk suddenly roared in fury.

He could no longer maintain that calm and indifferent mindset.

At this moment, his heart was in turmoil.

"What do you know?"

"And what do you know?"

"What right do you have to judge me?"

The blind monk clenched his fists in anger.

His body was trembling violently.

A moment later, he reached out and removed the black veil that had been covering his eyes.

After the black veil fell.

I was immediately shocked.

All that could be seen was a long, narrow wound around the blind monk's eyes.

The wound appears to be a single, continuous piece.

But what shocked me even more was...

The blind monk's eyes were open.

The pupils were cut in half, split in two.

In other words, someone used some secret method to make him a fake "double pupils"!

"I wasn't born blind, I wasn't before, and I'm not now!"