Chapter 50 The Buddhist disciple's persistent thoughts have a response.
The wheelchair crushed the blood-stained ground, and Wen Tingyun's pale fingers hooked the embroidery on the edge of his veil.
Just as she was about to lift her veil, a dark figure swiftly pounced. Wen Tingyun coldly waved her hand, but her immense spiritual power directly pierced through the figure's body.
His pupils contracted sharply, and in the instant the wheelchair rapidly reversed, Ao Bai swiftly passed between the two men and disappeared into the bushes without looking back.
"Host, now!"
Huali relaxed her body, snatched the black iron, and turned to run.
After confirming that Wen Tingyun could not see her movements from this angle, she quickly took the gold-type card into her hand.
The technique Lian Zhuo taught her to draw talismans flashed through her mind: "Golden Body Devouring Demon Spell, Slay!"
Four beams of light rose from the ground, trapping Wen Tingyun in place. Chains came from all four directions at the same time, and Wen Tingyun paused in his steps as he was about to give chase.
The folding fan was drawn in a circle in the palm of the hand. As it was turned, the surrounding pillars of light shattered with a bang, emitting a dazzling golden light.
Golden fragments flew everywhere in the darkness, but the rosewood had long since vanished.
"The magic of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect?" Wen Tingyun seemed to have thought of something, his eyes turned cold, and he gently tapped the air with his folding fan, and the water mirror slowly blurred to reveal the figure of a woman.
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At the same time, the Buddhist disciple who had been chanting sutras with his eyes closed in front of the temple opened his eyes.
The colorful prayer flags moved without wind, and as the wick of the ever-burning lamp burst open, the talisman placed in the center seemed to come alive, automatically wrapping around Lian Zhuo's wrist, the golden script flowing into the Twenty-Eight Mansions.
The red lotus pattern between the Buddha's eyebrows flashed with light as he slowly raised his wrist.
Thud—
The palace doors were forcefully pushed open.
Rong Xing was so excited that he tripped over the threshold and staggered several steps before finally regaining his footing. His eyes flashed with an astonishing light. "This trick really works. The bond between you and Hua Li is special. Although she has no destiny star, you drank her blood before. You can use this as a medium to connect her with your destiny star."
"She must have just used a spell related to you. Can you sense it?"
"Golden Body Devouring Demon Spell." The moment Lian Zhuo spoke, she lightly waved her wrist, and the talisman on her wrist transformed into a bluebird and soared into the sky. "Go and find it."
As Rongxing watched the bluebird disappear into the night, the anxiety that had been hanging over him since leaving Chenliu eased slightly.
That day, Hua Li sent him out to gather reinforcements, but the city was filled with nothing but skeletons; there were hardly any living people left. He finally encountered Wen Tingyun, only to discover that this man had been hiding his strength, and before he could even approach him, he was knocked unconscious.
When Rongxing woke up again, she had already been taken back to the astrological station.
With Song Ran's death, Chen Liucheng's affairs were also exposed on Xianbo, and the condemnation was endless. However, Song Ran was already dead, so no matter how fiercely they cursed, it was meaningless.
In the end, it was the Wanfo Sect that restored the whole story.
But the whereabouts of the magic lamp are unknown.
Rongxing knew that Lianzhuo and Huali must have succeeded when he saw the news. Before he could relax, he heard his master say that the astrological station had been commissioned by the Buddhist sect and had specifically asked him to come.
He still remembers the first time he saw Lian Zhuo, and even now, thinking about it makes his hair stand on end.
Oh, rosewood, you've really caused people so much harm.
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The troublesome pear tree ran wildly in the darkness, bypassing several courtyards and hiding in the bushes for a long time before finally relaxing and sitting down on the ground after confirming that Wen Tingyun was not following.
"Huff, huff... This is going to kill me."
Ao Bai poked his head out from the bushes behind her. "What's going on with Wen Tingyun? Does he recognize you?"
Hua Li shook her head, her expression grave. "Can you tell his cultivation level?"
Ao Bai shook his head, "I can't handle anything beyond the Nascent Soul stage."
“Then his strength is probably close to the Nascent Soul stage,” Hua Li frowned. “No wonder he was able to escape unharmed in Chen Liucheng back then. That was probably not his true form at all; this is the real one.”
The second task is to kill the Demon King Soli. Originally, Huali thought that if it really didn't work, they could just force it, but now that Wen Tingyun, who is full of unknowns, has been added, it is obviously not feasible.
This magic stone token won't be needed for the time being.
She'd better find someone to help her.
"Ugh! Why didn't I add Lian Zhuo, Tang Wanwan, and Rong Xing as friends back then? Three heads are better than one!" Hua Li tugged at her hair. "I hate it!"
“I vow that from now on I will add any fellow practitioners I meet as friends.”
"I want to make friends all over the world—in the cultivation world, in Sunset City, in the Demon Realm Holy Capital, in the Witch Clan, and in the Azure Sea!"
Ao Bai yawned. Having friends all over the world was fine, but he was afraid of having suitors all over the world, which would lead to a huge love triangle.
Wow—just thinking about it is exciting.
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Snap—
A loud slap rang out, and Cheng Yuan, clutching his face, spat out half a tooth. "Godfather..."
"You can't even tame a beast and you dare call me godfather?" Steward Tian's eyes were full of malice. "His Majesty is currently busy searching for half-grown children. Why don't you hurry up and get rid of that little beast!"
"If the king finds out that I've been implicated, I'll skin you alive."
Cheng Yuan scrambled out, saying, "Yes, yes, I'll go right now."
The moment he stepped out of the courtyard gate, his tearful expression instantly turned gloomy and ferocious. He glanced back at his follower, and the two of them, understanding each other perfectly, lifted the box filled with various instruments of torture.
The three of them followed the path along the palace wall and arrived at the small, dilapidated house.
In the darkness, Wen Jin slowly opened his eyes.
Demons are naturally strong, and with Cuihua's healing and the effects of Shengxifan, he can already feel his spiritual energy slowly returning to his body.
It's just that it's too slow.
After circulating his spiritual energy for one full cycle, Wen Jin had a complete understanding of the body's condition.
The Xuan Tian Ghost Manual is the highest cultivation technique of the Demon Clan. If mastered, it can control the Nine Spirits Netherfire, but one must undergo a rebirth period every fifty years. During this time, not only will past memories disappear, but the body will also revert to the appearance of a child.
The resurrection period lasts for thirty days, and he is currently within that period.
A rare look of doubt crossed Wen Jin's eyes.
On such an important day, he absolutely could not possibly appear in the Demon Realm; he should have found an absolutely secluded place to hide. What could have possibly led him to this predicament...?
Suddenly, footsteps approached, and the dilapidated door was kicked open, ending its precarious mission.
Cheng Yuan strode in aggressively, and stared at Wen Jin, who was lying clean and white under the blanket.
He paused for a moment, then turned around and slapped his henchman. "Where's that little bastard who was tied up here? Didn't I tell you to keep a close eye on him?! Where is he?!"
The henchman was also stunned, covering his face with extreme grievance, "It was Steward Tian who said no one was allowed to approach, and that the little beast has black iron chains on him and can't run far..."
"Where is he now?!" Cheng Yuan slapped him again with his backhand.
The silent henchman behind him trembled as he raised his hand, "That...is that the black iron chain?"
Cheng Yuan suddenly turned his head and looked at the chain extending into the blanket through the newly renovated doghouse. His eyelids twitched nervously twice, and he almost fainted from anger again.
He lay on his bed, barely clinging to life, while that little beast was living a good life in the doghouse?
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