After an unknown amount of time, Si Zang, sitting in the Jiang family courtyard, put away the ritual tablets used for the deceased's salvation. Watching the souls enter the underworld one by one, he sighed deeply: "As you wish..."
"Big brother!"
Shouts rang out from the courtyard gate, interrupting Si Zang's mutterings.
Mao Xiaofang charged in, carrying a peach wood sword and holding several talismans in his hand, looking fierce.
Following closely behind Mao Xiaofang were two energetic young men, and lastly, the protagonist of their mission world, the One-Eyebrowed Taoist.
Si Zang looked up and glanced in that direction, then patted his sleeves and looked over listlessly.
Regardless, Mao Xiaofang has found someone, but there's still no word from Lin Feng.
"Am I late?" Mao Xiaofang walked closer and immediately noticed the signs of a battle in the courtyard.
"Wow, what happened here? Even such a thick stone slab was blown apart?!" One-Eyebrow Taoist's disciple stood on a stone slab that had been crushed by the mechanical body, pulling another disciple beside him to compare the marks on it.
"I think it's a monster. If it were a human, it would have been smashed into mincemeat long ago."
"Master, look at this..."
Before they could say a few more words, the One-Eyebrow Taoist tapped them on the head, glared at them fiercely, and then quickly walked over to Mao Xiaofang's side.
Ignoring the sounds, Si Zang looked at the colors on the horizon and asked, "How did you find me?"
"We inquired around in the underworld and then saw the lightning falling from the sky here, so we came looking for it." Mao Xiaofang looked left and right, then asked in confusion, "Brother, where are your friends?"
"Hey, look how sad he is, I bet he's dead," One-Eyebrow's apprentice whispered behind his back.
Si Zang abruptly withdrew his gaze, and with a very displeased flick of his finger, blew his gossipy, one-eyebrowed disciple away.
"Ah! Master, Master, save me, save me!" Yi Mei looked helplessly at Mao Xiaofang, kicked another disciple aside, pointed outside, and chased him out as well.
Si Zang said coldly, "He's not dead, but he might be dying."
Before he finished speaking, Yi Mei avoided eye contact and quietly stood behind Mao Xiaofang.
Just then, footsteps sounded again. Shizang hurriedly turned around, his gaze shifting from expectation to disappointment, and then to surprise as he looked at Ironclad 99 approaching step by step.
“Mr. Shizang, the commander has asked me to accompany you on this mission.” Ironclad 99 handed over a tablet he had prepared, which displayed a complete terrain map and the coordinates of the second side.
"Where is he?" Si Zang asked anxiously.
"Sir, the commander didn't give me any specific information, he only told me to complete the mission with you... and them." Ironclad 99 helplessly spread its hands, then looked pitifully at Mao Xiaofang.
Si Zang frowned, seemingly taking a good look at Ironclad 99, then at the collapsed houses behind the Jiang family compound: It seems that Nine Stars' demonic possession has indeed caused problems; hopefully, it won't be too...
"Alright..."
Somewhat worried, Si Zang nodded. There was nothing he could do to help; they had already said what needed to be said. The rest depended on whether Lin Feng could withstand it.
As the three left and the sky gradually darkened, a figure dripping with black demonic power slowly crawled out from the ruins behind the Jiang family compound.
"Willpower assessment in progress..."
A prompt appeared before his eyes.
"Judgment failed..."
"The demonic curse is in effect."
"The Fallen Soul has taken effect."
A desire to unleash one's fullest lust welled up from the depths of his heart. His wildly beating heart suddenly contracted, and he grabbed the black body that was trying to stand up, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it to the ground.
The power of the demon originates from the curse of blood, which in turn originates from Ozma, the god of chaos. Ozma hated humanity, so he used the curse of blood to corrupt people's hearts.
However, his demonic power did not contain Ozma's curse. In reality, the blood curse was merely a trigger used by Ozma to unleash the demons within humanity. The true demons had long been hidden within people's hearts.
It had long been hidden in his heart.
Fortunately, he had followed Si Zang through the realm of destiny; otherwise, he might have truly been consumed by the chaotic desires rising in his heart.
Even the Mind Matrix is powerless to help him at this moment, because all desires will invade his ego with the power of the demons, distorting his thoughts and memories.
As for letting Si Zang leave, it was out of fear that some small thoughts, some people who just thought about the contrast between the other's current ease and their own desperate situation, would become mentally twisted and want to kill the other in a fit of rage.
After a long time, Lin Feng got up again, dragging his body which was still dripping with demonic power, and grabbed the evil demonic blade. He stumbled and rolled into a house with half of its walls collapsed.
As he leaned against a pile of dust, he held the demonic blade in his arms.
Willpower judgment, dark demonic obstacles, visualization of the five internal organs, visualization of the evil shape of the blade, cultivation of evil spirits... the prompts given by the nightmare space repeatedly appeared in his mind, prompting him to constantly mobilize the visualization method to send all his evil thoughts into the demonic blade.
The heart stores the spirit, the lungs store the vital essence, the liver stores the soul, the spleen stores the intention, the kidneys store the will... and the knife stores evil.
The temple of the flesh is a place to worship oneself, to seek enlightenment from oneself, and to achieve one's goals...
My temple, my priest, my body, my god...
He poured his soul power into the blade again and again, and poured evil thoughts into it. Even though a little clarity appeared in his mind, it was quickly replaced by the anger that followed.
Until one moment, his calm aura revealed bursts of killing intent, and desire controlled Lin Feng to suddenly open his eyes.
Law!
Without realizing it, only Ma Lingguan's words remained in his mind.
"Then do you know what the Dharma is?"
"You have the Way in your hands, but do you have the Law in your heart?"
For him, the Five Organs Visualization Method was a technique, a method of the ancients, not a method of demonic power, nor a method he conceived.
What is law?
A tormenting thirst for knowledge pierced his soul at that moment, forcibly controlling him to abandon all other thoughts and relentlessly pursue the answer to this idea.
The Way clarifies the direction, the Law establishes the foundation, the Techniques establish strategies, the Tools enable accomplishments, and the Power establishes character.
Tai Chi has spread throughout the world, with diverse styles and countless moves, but its underlying principles remain the same. Confucianism, on the other hand, has been passed down for thousands of years, with numerous theories, all aimed at educating the people through rites and music.
Food is the paramount necessity of the people, the people are the foundation of the nation, and honesty is the virtue of business.
Everything has its own way, so what about him? Or perhaps the demonic power within him?
Constantly exchanging power from the Nightmare Space? Frantically accumulating Nightmare Points within mission worlds, then endlessly exchanging them? Until one day, the world he experiences becomes like the collapsed world of *The Deer and the Cauldron*...
Is that so?! Is that all?!
To become stronger, one must resort to any means necessary.
Will this make you stronger? Everyone can exchange for demonic power, and everyone knows that Pangu's essence blood is the best. As long as you have enough points, everyone can exchange for Pangu's essence blood!
His mind was unusually clear, yet his thoughts were like a madman, relentlessly pursuing answers from childhood to adulthood, from himself to all things.
Becoming stronger and richer is all for the sake of living a better life. What good is becoming the best in the world? Is transcending the world just to catch a glimpse of a wider, higher place? Even the world's richest person has loves and hates. An empty heart will eventually become riddled with holes.
The Dharma that Ma Lingguan spoke of was definitely not just this!
Excluding these external things, what truly enables a person to live a stable life and maintain their independence is definitely not material possessions. Even without striving to become stronger or pursuing wealth, a person should have a belief in their heart—a belief that can sustain them, support them like a towering tree, and give them the courage to face all difficulties and problems!
This is exactly what he wanted!
"For twenty-five years I lived in the eyes of others, and even battling cancer couldn't bring me peace. Now, having let go of everything else, I still can't escape my own perception..."
A sense of sorrow rose in Lin Feng's heart. As the power of the demon once again stirred up a surge of anger, he saw a vision of how he had been led by the nose in the past.
The times and the environment...
An even more insane thought arose in his mind, making him hate the past terribly.
But as his anger raged, his mind became clearer, and he suddenly realized that when he had the power to change things, he would only complain a few times and continue to enjoy the opium-like comfort without taking any real action, not even picking up a book.
Life is more than twenty years. Confucius achieved mastery of his knowledge at 30, Zhuge Liang entered public service at 27, and Di Renjie began his official career at 30... What's frightening is not the times, but a person with physical and mental disabilities.
What's even more terrifying is knowing your own problems, yet choosing to remain disabled!
How lazy is human nature?!
How greedy is human nature?!
How complex is human nature?!
There are so many things a person can do in their lifetime!
"Hehehe..."
A series of cold laughs rose from his heart. He couldn't control his thoughts. He couldn't see what he was thinking. What appeared in his eyes was endless darkness, unspeakable loneliness, and despair brought by the power of demons.
So, you've given in already?
So, you've lived for twenty-five years and all you've learned are these two words?
So, your inner convictions are less practical than your sexual fantasies about wearing silicone implants? Are you really just a useless coward who only knows how to cower in your own doghouse and silently apply silicone?
"No!"
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