Demons and monsters fight each other, good deeds, 76 (76)

Demons fight each other, good deeds, 153 (153)

Ghosts devour each other, good deeds, 32 (32)

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At dawn, when Feng Bingwen opened his eyes refreshed, having finished his night of qi cultivation, he habitually opened the Heavenly Book, glanced at it, and was immediately stunned.

"What's going on?"

Looking at the ancient seal script appearing on the Heavenly Book, Feng Bingwen carefully recalled what he had done these past few days, and none of it could be related to these demons and monsters.

"How did this come about?"

Feng Bingwen looked at the merit points that had increased by several hundred. Although the amount was not large, its origin was inexplicable, which aroused great interest in him.

Looking at the source revealed in the celestial book, although it was blurry and unclear, it was obvious that it could not be related to the disaster victims he had saved.

Those slightly more powerful ghosts and spirits can kill people, but of course, these things dare not enter densely populated areas.

Just as Feng Bingwen was filled with doubt, a new record appeared, but it was not a record of good deeds, but a record of evil deeds turning into calamity.

The fiend Asura has been born! His evil deeds amount to 2865.

"They're here!"

Although he did not sense any malice or danger, Feng Bingwen still left the Feng family stronghold and headed directly to Wolong Lake. He did not know what kind of calamity this time would be caused by the elimination of karma, and he did not feel any danger at the moment.

Just as Feng Bingwen ran to the small island in the middle of Wolong Lake, patiently waiting for the calamity to strike.

In a desolate mountain wilderness in Yunze Prefecture, a ferocious Yin energy suddenly erupted, sweeping through the mountains and forests. Even the female sword cultivator and the white ape who were fighting in the sky retreated a distance to watch the changes below.

Below, in a pool of blood, a dark bronze bell, no bigger than an adult's fist, was shrouded in malevolent energy and hung in mid-air, emanating a strange, devouring power.

Directly beneath the copper bell, the pool of bright red blood, which even reflected the moonlight, was visibly dimming as wisps of barely perceptible essence were drawn away and then consumed by the copper bell.

But this was just the beginning. Before some fighting cultivators and demons could react, the devouring range had already covered the entire mountain range.

Those who had already perished in this chaotic battle, the corpses of cultivators, demons, and monsters left behind, began to dry up. The remaining essence and blood energy within them were completely extracted, transforming into a cloud of blood with a strange, fishy fragrance, which enveloped the copper bell.

The copper patina, almost seamlessly integrated with the bell and barely visible, began to peel away, revealing the true form of the bell: a purple-gold bell, seemingly crafted using the techniques of the Taoist Xuanzong sect.

However, no one cared what the bell looked like at this moment, because a cloud of ominous black mist had already poured out of the bell, absorbing the surging blood cloud and gradually taking shape.

"What the hell is this? I feel like my vital energy is getting out of control."

"Me too, get away from it quickly! This is definitely a very ominous creature, no wonder it was mentioned by the sages!"

"I was really out of my mind just now, let's go!"

Some people saw the bell that had undergone a strange change and finally felt fear. They looked at the two big shots in the sky, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to retreat.

However, there are still some people who are even more excited by the changes. They came here for this very reason, and the more dangerous the changes are, the greater the opportunity they contain.

"An ancient evil spirit!"

"Look, it has manifested its form!"

Under the watchful eyes of some, the black mist rising from the Purple Gold Bell completely devoured the blood cloud. Although the mountain was littered with corpses, there was no longer any trace of bloodshed.

The cloud of blood surged and gradually took on a hazy human shape. But when eight arms wielding knives, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks emerged, those with a little knowledge couldn't help but change color and turn away when they saw that the eight-armed ferocious god had only condensed half of its body.

"Amitabha!"

Some were frightened away, while others were drawn in. An old monk, clad in a robe and carrying a staff, appeared from the mountains, riding the wind, chanting a Buddhist prayer that shook the very peaks.

“Great sages and virtuous men, indeed a great calamity has been born here. Our Buddha is merciful and should guide all sentient beings. Although these evil spirits are burdened with sins, they still have the opportunity for enlightenment. They should enter our Buddhist gate, comprehend Buddhist principles, and resolve their sins!”

While the shameless old monk was speaking, he had already torn off the robe adorned with Buddhist treasures such as red agate, purple coral, luminous pearls, and relics, and tossed it toward the fierce spirit that had just appeared, intending to take it away.

"Where did this bald monk come from? He's utterly shameless!"

Seeing that the old monk had come up and said a lot, and was about to take away the bell, the Golden-Eyebrowed Ape King, who had just fought a famous swordsman for dozens of rounds with his bare hands, was unhappy.

With a spit, a wisp of yellow mist flew out of his mouth, transforming into a small mountain that crashed down. The cassock, which had expanded to tens of feet in size and was dazzling with jewels, had no choice but to wrap itself around the mountain and collect the mountain.

"Amitabha Buddha, Golden Eyebrow Benefactor, why do you obstruct my subjugation of demons?"

The old monk, wearing a thin robe and leaning on a staff, had a kind face and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Hey, you old bald thief, everyone knows what you're thinking. Get out of my way!"

The Golden-Eyebrowed Ape King, who had close ties with the Daqian Dynasty, was not annoyed at all to see his treasure being suppressed. He rummaged around for a moment and took out an iron rod reinforced with the Size-Controlling Magic Restriction. He then smashed it down on the old bald monk's smooth, round head.

“Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, your anger is too strong. Forgive my bluntness, but if this anger is not dispelled, you will find it difficult to attain enlightenment. The Buddha is merciful; if you are willing to let go of your attachments, this humble monk can guide you into the Buddhist path of cultivation…”

Even when a demon king was smashing an iron rod into his head, the old monk remained neither sad nor happy. He lightly tapped his staff, and a beam of Buddhist light rose up, transforming into the image of a wise king, which blocked all the attacks.

"Are you leading me into Buddhism?"

Hearing this invitation, which was no less humiliating, the white ape was no longer angry. After retracting its iron rod, it looked the old monk, who was shrouded in the image of the Bright King, up and down, and grinned, its malice undisguised.

"Old monk, which Buddhist temple do you come from? Tell me your name so I can speak with the Emperor of the Great Gan Dynasty."

"Amitabha!"

The old monk's face stiffened, realizing that something was wrong. After chanting a Buddhist mantra, he stopped speaking. Even the robe he had thrown out released its mountain seal and wrapped around the eight-armed demon spirit that had finally managed to take shape and was trying to escape after realizing something was wrong.

"Hahaha, that's hilarious! You old bald monk haven't been active for decades, and you haven't even bothered to find out that the monkey is a spiritual cultivator recruited by the government. You're trying to undermine the imperial court, aren't you afraid that the emperor will order hundreds of thousands of troops to raze your Liuli Temple to the ground?"

The old monk fell silent, but an aged laugh rang out from the unassuming female swordswoman in the sky. The moment the laugh rang out, a terrifying sword intent, like a celestial river pouring down, rose up and slashed down!

Tear!

The cassock that had already enveloped the demonic spirit was directly cleaved in two by the sword intent. Although it still radiated Buddhist light and precious energy, it was much weaker than before.

"This humble monk has come here to vanquish demons and uphold justice. Why do you draw your sword to stop me? Are you perhaps prepared to abandon humanity and side with demons?"

"Old bald thief, stop trying to pin this on me. If you don't want your Vidyaraja body to be destroyed by me, then go cool off somewhere else. I'll take this remnant spirit of Asura. I was just looking forward to visiting a sage, but I had nothing to offer. This saves me a lot of trouble."

"Amitabha!"

The old monk showed no embarrassment whatsoever. After retrieving his robe, which had become stuck together, he picked up his staff, turned around, and left.

He wanted to reason with the other person, but they wouldn't listen to him. He then tried to reason with them using his Buddhist teachings, but unfortunately, his Buddhist teachings were not as profound as the other person's swordsmanship, so he had no choice but to leave.

"Ha, you old bald monk!"

A disdainful voice echoed in the sky, but the old monk, who had already turned around, didn't even bother to look back. As if he hadn't heard it, he walked further and further away, disappearing into the night in just a few steps.

"Good disciple, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and put away the gift your master gave you when you visited the sage!"

"yes."

The female sword cultivator, standing in mid-air, glanced at the white ape beside her, who was anxiously scratching its head and cheeks. She took out a cloth bag from her waist and tossed it to the trembling eight-armed remnant spirit. Without any resistance, the spirit directly put the bag into its treasure pouch.

The white ape watched this scene without uttering a single word. The sword intent permeating the world was terrifying. Although it was unlikely that the opponent could kill him, crippling him was still no problem.

The female swordsman who had taken away the demonic spirit didn't even glance at the half-crippled Jiang Yang on the ground before flying away. The golden-browed white ape also looked at the chaotic mountains below, found it uninteresting, and left.

Those who stayed until the very end, feeling they had gained a lot of knowledge, dispersed in twos and threes to go home, while some who had been sent there prepared to report on the results of the battle.

Jiang Yang, who thought no one was paying attention, struggled to his feet and prepared to escape. But when he looked up, he immediately saw a burly man in blood-red armor, exuding a murderous aura, grinning at him.

"Kid, where are you headed?"

Meanwhile, in Wolong Lake in Qingshan County, a child idly surveyed the surrounding scenery. If he were seeing this for the first time, he might be moved and, with enough talent, might even compose a poem.

But Feng Bingwen was already thoroughly tired of this sight. He was only there to await the calamity that had already manifested.

"Where is my tribulation? The Heavenly Book has already manifested, why hasn't it come yet?"