Chapter 127 The Secret Realm of Love and Lust (Twenty-Two)
Whether he only liked Wei Fengjiang or not, Gu Gu didn't know, but he knew that he wanted to strangle this bastard right now.
"Get out," he said coldly.
Wei Feng didn't get the answer he wanted, and he also craved the warmth and touch of Jiang Gu's primordial spirit. He lay on Jiang Gu's primordial spirit, as if he were placing his broken piece of primordial spirit in a soft, fluffy cloud to bake it. He hummed contentedly twice, hugged Jiang Gu tightly, and whispered, "Master, I want to hug you for a while, really just for a while."
Jiang Gu never tolerated his bad habits. He reached out to grab Wei Feng's primordial spirit, but noticed several strands of hard, net-like threads. He hadn't noticed them when he helped Wei Feng cut his primordial spirit before, since Wei Feng's screams were incessant at the time. But now that he was close, he realized that these threads seemed to be formed from spiritual energy and used to stitch up the primordial spirit. After the primordial spirit healed, they remained inside and couldn't be expelled.
"Did they cut into your primordial spirit?" Jiang Gu asked in a deep voice.
Wei Feng paused for a moment, then said with a grin, "It's alright, it's already healed."
"Then why were you screaming so desperately just now?" Jiang Gu's voice turned cold.
When he cut into Wei Feng's primordial spirit just now, the guy cried as if his parents had died.
“I didn’t cry before, so I’ll make up for it.” Wei Feng took the opportunity to rub against his primordial spirit again, took a deep breath of its warm aura, and then stopped there. “Master, you all go to the south, I’ll go to the north.”
After saying that, without waiting for Jiang Gu to speak again, the entire primordial spirit silently returned to its puppet and flew north on its sword.
Jiang Gu was slightly taken aback by his decisive compromise.
"Senior, let's go too." Hu Jingchen looked around warily.
"Okay." Jiang Gu nodded.
Hu Jingchen hadn't recovered from the shock yet, gripping his sword tightly, seeing enemies everywhere. Jiang Gu, noticing this, asked, "How did you end up in the Wind and Moon Secret Realm?"
Hu Jingchen's expression turned grim upon hearing this. "Ever since we got separated at the entrance to the Moon Gazing Continent, my fellow Daoists and I were escorted by the people of Qiankun Tower all the way to Heguan City. However, we were intercepted and killed by the traitors of the Eight Pavilions as soon as we left the city. Of the seven of us, only I survived by sheer luck. To my shame, I happened to run into an auction in the city, and I spent all my spirit stones trying to buy a desired item. I saw the notice of the White Bone Pavilion in the city and had no choice but to accept the mission and come to this secret realm to try my luck and earn some spirit stones."
"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by you, senior, but a single relic is worth 30,000 top-grade spirit stones. I've been in this secret realm for over a month and I've only just reached the Ten Thousand Buddha Tomb..." Hu Jingchen touched his nose and said sheepishly, "I overestimated myself."
The young man was intelligent and arrogant. He only thought about how valuable the relics were, but he never thought about why they were so valuable. He went through all sorts of hardships to find the location of the relics, but before he could even see them, he was almost killed by the Buddhist cultivator. If he hadn't been lucky enough to meet Jiang Gu, he would probably have perished in this secret realm.
"Do you know anything about that Buddhist cultivator you just saw?" Jiang Gu asked again.
Hu Jingchen shook his head. "This is also the first time I've seen him today. He has never shown himself before. However, judging from his true form, he looks a lot like the manifestation of Bodhi Root. Perhaps we can start from this aspect."
“Bodhi delights in purity.” Jiang Gu’s eyebrows twitched slightly; he happened to have something dirty in his hand.
Hu Jingchen had no suspicions. As the two were walking forward, Jiang Gu suddenly raised his hand to block his way. Hu Jingchen immediately became alert and looked in the direction Jiang Gu was looking.
Golden Sanskrit characters flowed down from mid-air and penetrated deep into the earth, from which countless Bodhi roots emerged, like white snakes covered in mud, rolling and surging in the soil, occasionally bringing out a few scattered pieces of white bone, which fell to the ground.
at the same time.
Wei Feng looked at the towering Bodhi tree in front of him, its pure and pristine aura washing over him. He took a half-step back warily, as if the ghostly markings loathed this pure aura and were stirring restlessly beneath his skin.
Once again, the sound of bells filled his ears, followed by the continuous chanting of scriptures. All the scriptures for exorcising evil and warding off disasters rushed into his body, and a thick black mist rose from the soles of his feet, blocking all the Buddhist words outside the black mist.
Wei Feng's face darkened, and he stared coldly at the enormous Buddhist image that had materialized above the tree canopy.
The compassionate figure looked down at him with a gentle gaze, gathered the prayer beads in his hand, and gave him a slight Buddhist salute. He looked exactly like the Buddhist cultivator from before, but he lacked much of the ferocity. He did not speak, but his voice reached Wei Feng's ears.
“Benefactor, lay down your butcher’s knife and turn back to the right path.”
In an instant, Wei Feng was shaken to his core, and then a familiar feeling surged into his heart. A strong sense of resentment and anger welled up in his heart, as if he had experienced this scene countless times.
He suppressed the disgust in his eyes, curled his lips into a smile, crossed his arms, and said, "What, you think you can save me, even a formless dharma body like you?"
The Buddha statue looked down at him for a long time, and tears streamed down its face. Its eyes, which had been lowered, closed slightly. "I cannot save him."
Wei Feng's smile faded slightly. With a flick of his wrist, the Dragon Silk Blade appeared in his hand. He leaped into the air and charged straight at the enormous Dharma Image. Then, in mid-air, he unlocked the three-leaf bamboo shackles on his ankles, revealing his enormous and ugly true form. However, unlike in front of Jiang Gu, he still retained his human face and limbs, making him look like a half-human, half-demon monster.
The Buddha, in his meditative form, began reciting scriptures.
Wei Feng's face instantly contorted into a ferocious expression, and all the ghostly patterns around his body evaporated into black mist, actually enveloping the towering Bodhi tree in the clouds. He wielded his sword with both hands and leaped down from the sky, with the faint images of the Divine Kite Shark and the Ghost-faced Ram Horned Beast appearing behind him.
The overwhelming evil energy permeated the Buddhist image, and the dragon silk, unstoppable, was about to cleave the Bodhi tree crown and the Buddhist image on it in two.
In an instant, the ground shook violently within the black fog, but no sound could be heard outside the fog.
Wei Feng gripped the hilt of the knife with one hand and twisted it hard, causing the swaying Bodhi tree to snap in two and crash to the ground.
He stared at the rapidly rotting and withering tree roots with a gloomy expression, and sneered, "A Bodhi tree spirit dares to imitate those bald monks in exorcising evil spirits and saving demons."
The spirit of the Bodhi tree struggled to escape, but was bound in place by a ghostly pattern.
Wei Feng transformed back into human form and raised his hand to brush the dust off his sleeves.
“You are from the Heaven and Earth Pavilion.” The Bodhi tree spirit stared intently at him. “I have seen you before.”
The young man paused in his sweeping motion with his sleeve. He coldly lifted his eyelids, revealing a wicked smile, his voice already laced with murderous intent, "You've seen me before?"
"You worked under Chu Guanshan." The Bodhi Tree Spirit recalled what had happened before, "Heaven and Earth Pavilion, Evil Ghost Division."
Everywhere were corpses and wronged souls. He was struggling to save people, and with the principle of saving as many as he could, he ventured deep into the tiger's den. There he saw the young man in front of him smiling as he held a dagger and tortured people. He first patiently peeled off the skin and removed the flesh and bones from the victim, and then he scraped off the victim's soul piece by piece. Even after the victim had confessed, he did not stop. His face was splattered with blood, but he laughed freely and happily, like a demon from hell.
The Bodhi tree spirit can save both the good and the evil, but for the first time in his life, he felt powerless.
He cannot save the person in front of him.
Wei Feng gave a nonchalant smirk, staring at him with a chilling gaze. "So what did you see?"
The Bodhi tree, its heart softened, closed its eyes and shed tears. "If I could exchange my life for your return from the wrong path, then my hundred years of arduous cultivation would not have been in vain."
Wei Feng laughed out loud.
His laughter was clear and bright, pure and innocent, somewhere between a boy and a young man. The Bodhi tree spirit opened its eyes in surprise, only to meet the young man with demonic markings all over his face and his white eyes that could destroy a person's moral compass.
“You possess the Sumeru Heart.” Wei Feng spoke with certainty, sensing the faint aura of a human cultivator emanating from the other party.
The Bodhi tree spirit chanted a Buddhist prayer and then fell silent.
Without a word, Wei Feng ripped open his chest, and a beating heart appeared in his hand. He grinned, his sharp fangs gleaming with a chilling light. "The Sumeru Heart can make people lose their true nature. What, do you think I can abandon evil and do good?"
He scoffed coldly, ignoring the burning heat in his palm, and forcefully twisted the vibrant Sumeru Heart into dust. "The other Sumeru Hearts—"
Just as he was about to ask another question, the ghostly markings outside the black mist suddenly emitted a warning signal.
Wei Feng's expression changed, and he raised his hand to kill the tree spirit, but then he thought again and threw it into his spirit pet bag and hung it on his waist.
When Jiang Gu arrived with Hu Jingchen, they saw Wei Feng standing alone in the ruins. The young man's eyes were blank, and the gruesome wound on his hand exposed the bone. When he saw Jiang Gu, his eyes reddened, "...Master."
There was no one else around. Jiang Gu stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"
“I just encountered a Bodhi tree spirit who possessed the Sumeru Heart.” Wei Feng pursed his lips. “But he was cunning by nature and used the Sumeru Heart to bewitch me. As a result, I accidentally… crushed the Sumeru Heart.”
Jiang Gu frowned as he looked at the wound on his hand. "It's alright, there's more than one Sumeru Heart."
Wei Feng showed him his injured hand, his eyes red, and said, "I saw Master in his illusion."
Jiang Gu lowered his eyes, grasped his wrist, and treated his wound. "Mm."
"When you saw that you had another disciple, Master, you refused to accept me anymore." Wei Feng said in a hoarse voice, "You even called me dirty and told me to get out... never to appear in front of you again."
Jiang Gu applied a healing magic circle to his palm and said calmly, "It's just an illusion, don't take it seriously."
Wei Feng lowered his head, poked the small magic circle in his hand, and said obediently, "Oh."
"Does it hurt?" Jiang Gu noticed his reddened eyelids and tossed him a bottle of pills.
Wei Feng took it with one hand and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"It's for pain relief." Jiang Gu felt a little awkward for some reason. "I found it in the secret realm just now."
Wei Feng's eyes lit up instantly, and he smiled broadly, "Thank you, Master!"
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