The Demonic Taoist Priest Emerges from the Mountain

I walked up to the monk Shanjie.

The monk Shanjie made no move.

He stood there quietly, motionless.

My wood-chopping knife slowly rested against the neck of the monk Shanjie.

Do you regret it?

I asked casually.

The monk Shanjie shook his head.

"No."

Upon hearing those two words, I could no longer contain my anger.

With a slight force, the machete in his hand left a bloody mark on the neck of the monk Shanjie.

His indifference and arrogant demeanor are truly disgusting!

"A person like you doesn't deserve to live!"

The veins on my forehead bulged.

The force in his hands also increased.

The monk Shanjie remained motionless.

I've already cut open his skin, and I'm watching the blood flow continuously.

Finally, I turned the blade downwards and slashed it in hard.

Warm, fresh blood spurted out.

I watched as the monk Shanjie's face began to contort in pain, and he kept making groaning noises.

My face was completely indifferent.

I took a step back, pulled a slightly crumpled Liqun cigarette from my pocket, and slowly lit it.

I imitated my father and took a deep drag on my cigarette.

The scorching gas kept rushing into my lungs.

I watched indifferently as the monk Shanjie reached out to cover the wound on his neck.

Blood continued to flow from between his fingers.

He is in pain.

I didn't experience much pleasure either.

After smoking half a cigarette, the monk Shanjie finally breathed his last.

I killed him!

As the body of the monk Shanjie fell to the ground, I stubbed out my cigarette and plopped down on the ground.

My hands are shaking badly.

Looking at the blood all over the ground, I felt nauseous.

I didn't feel any sense of relief; instead, I started to cry.

"Father, I've avenged you!"

My tears kept flowing down my face.

Although I don't spend much time with my dad.

It took less than a day at most.

But after all, he is my only family member in this world.

The blood ties always evoke a strange emotion in me.

I cried for a long time until Ning Jinrou came back.

When he saw the monk Shanjie lying in a pool of blood and me sitting beside him wiping away tears, his body stiffened.

"You...killed him?"

Ning Jinrou asked with an incredulous expression.

I nodded.

However, Ning Jinrou's complexion was not good.

She slowly extended her hand.

In her hand was a bronze Bagua plate, no bigger than a thumb.

"I'm still too late."

Ning Jinrou said with a frown.

My heart jumped into my throat.

"Is there a problem?"

I asked.

Ning Jinrou looked at me, her usual playful demeanor gone, and said very seriously, "We might have gotten into trouble!"

As Ning Jinrou spoke, she handed me the small brass Bagua plate she was holding.

"This is one of my second senior brother's personal magical treasures, the Soul-Sealing Disc."

"This magical artifact contains a soul-sealing array set up by my second senior brother."

"Its function is to seal the soul of a living person, causing them to enter a state of being alive but dead."

"My second senior brother wouldn't have left this magical artifact here for no reason."

"I think the second brother's intention is for us to use this thing to deal with good precepts and goodness."

"His innermost point is probably himself."

"Only when he dies will the Yin Formation be fully activated."

Although Ning Jinrou is not a formation master, she has spent a long time by Yan Jingxia's side and has some understanding of formations, as well as how many formations there are. She is also very familiar with Yan Jingxia.

Therefore, her judgment is not without reason.

After hearing Ning Jinrou's words, I believed about 80% of them.

The "Ghost-Slaying Dao Book" that Master Qin left me also contains a similar magic array.

These magic arrays use themselves or the dead as eyes to activate extremely malevolent formations.

Even the "Demon Slayer's Manual" does not provide detailed instructions on how to operate and set up these formations.

I just never expected that the monk Shanjie would be so familiar with such forbidden techniques!

Thinking about it now, it does seem like something that the monk Shanjie would do.

After spending the day with the monk Shanjie, one can tell that this guy is a meticulous and reckless madman.

He even schemed against himself in this move.

In retrospect, it seems that the monk Shanjie gouged out his own eyes just to show weakness in front of me.

And the fact that he didn't put up any resistance when I killed him is itself problematic.

I was blinded by hatred and didn't notice these details at the time.

Looking back now, that bald monk was scheming all along!

And he guessed correctly that I would kill him.

This is the result he wanted. I killed him, and the Yin Formation was fully activated!

And my judgments were soon proven correct.

In the windless temple, all the candles began to sway eerily from side to side.

Upon closer inspection, the direction and frequency of the candles' swaying are almost identical.

Gradually, the eerie runes carved on the candles began to be shrouded in a thin layer of blood mist.

However, it only takes a few breaths.

All the flames changed color at the same time.

A pale green light illuminated the entire hall.

The once solemn and dignified Buddha statues appeared particularly eerie against the backdrop of the dark greenery.

Especially in the main seat, the Buddha statue with only half a head looked down at the entire hall like a demon.

Ning Jinrou squinted, holding the Soul-Binding Disc in one hand and pulling out a [Thunder Talisman] from her bag with the other.

She said to me, "Be careful."

I nodded and then took off the bracelet that I had been wearing on my hand.

This bracelet was made by me to prepare for a life-threatening situation.

It is decorated with five kinds of coins, and even the red string is made by soaking cinnabar mixed with rooster blood.

This thing has a great restraining effect on evil spirits.

Ning Jinrou and I were on high alert, keeping a watchful eye on our surroundings.

Not long after.

Suddenly, a series of low, chilling cries rang out outside the temple.

The cries and screams rose and fell, never ceasing.

Ning Jinrou and I immediately perked up, our eyes fixed on the direction of the temple gate.

Before long, one after another, undead appeared outside the courtyard gate.

Like mindless wandering souls, they numbly lifted their feet and staggered into the temple gate.

We slowly made our way toward the main hall along the path paved with candles.

When Ning Jinrou and I saw these spirits, we immediately frowned.

There are just too many of these dead!

There are so many that it's unsettling.

Imagine that wherever you look, there are countless semi-transparent, expressionless ghostly figures.

This scene is enough to scare any coward to death!