Primordial Era: All-Conceptual-Level Weapon Forging, Whoever Uses It Will Die.

The atmosphere inside Zhao Gongming's cave suddenly became tense.

A philosophical atmosphere permeated the air.

Maitreya stared at the rattle drum in the medicine master's hand, while also watching his senior brother's excited expression.

The sense of crisis in my heart reached its peak at this moment.

Even though Maitreya usually likes to smile, he really couldn't smile this time.

Without hesitation, he used his superhuman speed to escape.

At this moment, Zhao Gongming sat upright on the prayer mat, staring intently at Maitreya, a cunning smile on his face.

"You think you can get away from my turf?"

"Junior brother, just accept it in peace!"

"Trying to run away?"

With a light flick of Zhao Gongming's finger.

hum!

Countless mysterious array patterns suddenly flashed out from inside the cave.

At the same time, the thirty-six supreme innate spiritual treasures, the Sea-Stabilizing Pearls, were summoned to lock the space.

Maitreya, who had already vanished into the void, was suddenly ejected.

Zhao Gongming continued to stare at Maitreya with a smile, and spoke slowly.

"Junior Brother Maitreya, stop making futile struggles. If you try to escape, he will chase you. You won't be able to escape even if you grow wings."

"You can scream your lungs out in my cave, but no one will come to your aid!"

Maitreya was cornered against the wall, watching the pharmacist closing in.

I completely lost my composure and instinctively started yelling at the top of my lungs.

"His throat is killing him!!!"

"His throat is killing him!!!"

Jizo, standing to the side: "..."

Zhao Gongming: "..."

Good grief, you actually shouted it?

Are the thought processes of these Western Christian disciples a bit peculiar?

"Junior brother, stop shouting. I'll be very gentle."

The Pharmacist Taoist grinned maliciously and no longer hesitated.

It directly activated the brain-depressing rattle drum in his hand.

boom!

A pinkish smoke enveloped the pharmacist.

Soon, the once dignified and solemn-looking pharmacist disappeared.

The pharmacist was wearing a pink lace apron.

Holding a baby bottle and a rattle in each hand, he looks just like a stay-at-home dad.

The sudden turn of events made Ksitigarbha's eyes widen, and he gasped.

"Holy crap, is this really my senior brother?"

"Why does it take so much courage to use the magical artifacts that Senior Brother Zhao crafted?"

Ksitigarbha's shock had not yet completely subsided.

Then I saw the pharmacist with a kind smile on his face, rhythmically shaking a rattle drum and opening his mouth.

A gentle, soft voice came from the pharmacist's mouth.

"Big Head Son and Small Head Dad"

"A pair of good friends, a happy father and son"

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

Accompanied by the mesmerizing rhythm of the rattle drum.

An invisible law of reducing intelligence instantly descended upon Maitreya.

Maitreya's expression, which had been one of fear and struggle, froze instantly.

Immediately afterwards, his gaze began to glaze over.

The pupils, which were originally full of wisdom, gradually moved closer to the center.

He became a classic cross-eyed person.

His lips parted slightly, and a strand of clear saliva flowed down his chin, forming a long, thin thread.

The aura of a powerful immortal that once emanated from him vanished completely.

Instead, it exudes an aura of wisdom.

It's like... Patrick Star from SpongeBob SquarePants possessed him.

"My son has a big head and small hands."

"Dad has a small head and big hands."

The pharmacist was still singing with great enthusiasm, and even swayed his waist a couple of times.

Maitreya has already completely fallen.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, clapping his hands like a seal.

His head bobbed up and down in rhythm with the rattle drum, and he let out a dazed laugh.

"Hehehe..."

"Hehehe, aba aba..."

"I want milk, I want milk, and I want to eat..."

Ksitigarbha's jaw nearly dropped to the floor at the sight.

"This...this is just stupid?"

"The magical artifacts crafted by Senior Brother Zhao are truly terrifying?"

"Even the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit couldn't protect one's mind?"

Zhao Gongming stood to the side with his hands behind his back, looking like an old Chinese medicine doctor.

He looked Maitreya up and down, then marveled and gave a professional evaluation.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at those eyes, look at that drool."

"Once this is cured, I guess he'll still be drooling afterward."

While shaking the drum, the Medicine Master glanced at Maitreya and was greatly alarmed.

"What a wonderful baby! What a wonderful baby!"

"Although it looks a bit silly, I can feel it."

"Junior Brother Maitreya's soul is unusually clear now?"

Under the halo of intellectual decline.

All the calculations, causal relationships, and worries in Maitreya's mind disappeared, leaving his mind completely blank.

His soul exhibited a pure state, like that of a child.

"There's even a hidden buff that cleanses the soul?"

Zhao Gongming nodded slightly.

"It seems the saying 'fools are lucky' isn't entirely unfounded."

Just then, Zhao Gongming suddenly remembered something.

With a flick of his wrist, a photographic stone appeared in his hand.

Such a memorable scene deserves to be recorded!

However, the moment he took out the photo stone...

To his surprise, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva next to him made the same gesture!

Ksitigarbha was also holding a photo-recording stone.

They frantically filmed the drooling Maitreya Buddha and the apothecary in an apron, from an extremely tricky angle.

The two exchanged a smile, their unspoken understanding unspoken.

Zhao Gongming even used telepathy to transmit his thoughts.

"Junior Brother Ksitigarbha is indeed very perceptive."

Ksitigarbha also gave an awkward smile and talked nonsense with a straight face.

"Ahem, Senior Brother Zhao, you flatter me. I'm just recording the bits and pieces of my cultivation."

As the pharmacist finished singing the song, he reluctantly stopped playing the rattle drum.

Immediately afterwards, the law of reducing intelligence dissipated, and Maitreya's cross-eyed eyes slowly returned to normal.

At the same time, he subconsciously sucked back the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"Well……"

Maitreya shook his head, his eyes filled with confusion.

"What happened?"

"I think I just had a very, very long dream, and there was a big-headed son in it..."

He looked at the pharmacist in front of him, who had already put away his apron and returned to normal.

He then glanced at Zhao Gongming and Dizang, who were trying not to laugh.

A sudden sense of foreboding welled up inside me.

"Senior brother, I didn't do anything strange just now, did I?"

Zhao Gongming and Dizang exchanged a glance and chuckled.

"It's nothing serious."

Zhao Gongming waved his hand, and a screen of light appeared out of thin air.

In the picture, Maitreya is cross-eyed and drooling.

He clapped his hands and giggled foolishly.

"Hehehe...drinking milk...abba aba..."

His appearance was even more innocent than that of the simpleton from the next village.

"!!!"

When Maitreya saw himself in the image, he froze instantly, then cracked, and finally collapsed.

This feeling is like having a blackout from a hangover.

The next day, you woke up to find your friend shoving a video of you doing a striptease on the table right in your face.

Society is dead!

Ultimate social death!

"This...this is me?!"

"No, this isn't me, it's an illusion, it's a demon within me!"

Maitreya clutched his head and let out a desperate wail.

Pfft!

Maitreya's knees buckled, and he knelt down before the three of them.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Zhao, Junior Brother Ksitigarbha!"

"I'm kneeling before you!"

"Please delete it, please delete it!"

"If word gets out, how will I, Maitreya, ever be able to face the Western Sect again!"

"How can I keep smiling like this? I'll cry myself to death!"

Seeing Maitreya weeping bitterly, a burst of joyful laughter erupted inside the cave.

Even the usually serious pharmacist had a wide grin on his face, secretly pleased with himself.

"Serves you right for making me spit blood just now!"

"Now that's great, everyone's dead, that's fair!"