Chapter 013 Sincerity
Turtle Ghost is only a few dozen minutes' walk from here.
But Sui Niang was smart and took all kinds of detours to find ghosts, trying to find cannon fodder to weaken Wang Yu's strength. Unfortunately, compared to the evil ghost that was about to transform, the rest of the trash could not last a single round in Wang Yu's hands!
Wang Yu, holding a sword, raised his sword and slashed, killing all the ghosts with his sword. He killed ghosts by beheading, stabbing in the chest, or cutting the throat, which was quick, brutal, clean and neat.
This left Sui Niang with no chance or time to escape.
The only good thing is that these ghosts have occupied this place for many years. They are all big ghosts in the ghost domain. They left behind a lot of gold, silver, treasures, and spiritual objects of heaven and earth. Based on the principle of ordinary people helping each other, Wang Yu distributed the spoils to Sui Niang.
Not only did Sui Niang survive this trip, but her strength even increased greatly.
To be honest, if her life was not in danger, she would have wanted to recognize Wang Yu as her elder brother.
In the end, all the ghosts within a ten-mile radius around the turtle ghost were cleared out by Wang Yu alone. Countless treasures were seized, and he even replaced his muskets and bows with new ones.
If it weren't for the famous sword Jingchun's strong possessiveness, which broke the rest of the sword blades, Wang Yu could really have put the Hundred Swords into One.
The young man was so full of energy that his broken arm seemed insignificant.
Sui Niang had no choice but to accept her fate. After fully realizing her eldest brother's strength, she now only hoped that Turtle Ghost's shell could hold out for a few more rounds in the hands of the God of Death, leaving her enough time to escape.
The ghost domain of the turtle ghost is in a stalactite cave. The entrance to the cave is very hidden. Sui Niang pushed aside the vines at the entrance, and Wang Yu followed closely behind.
A group of people walked into the cave, and water droplets dripped along the stone edges into the puddle, making a "pop" sound.
There was a sound coming from deep inside the cave.
The closer I got, the clearer the voice became. It was a hoarse female voice with a regular rhythm, like a swinging pendulum. After just listening to a few sentences, I felt hypnotized.
The Mihun Forest is a famous place in the entire Northern Province, just like the famous Wanggui Forest in the Central Province. Both are good places for novice cultivators to build their reputation. Some of them can come out with something in the spotlight, while others fail and die here.
Sui Niang has seen many similar cultivators, but the only special one among them, the ordinary man Wang Yu, whom she may never forget in her life.
Sui Niang listened carefully for a few sentences and roughly figured out that it was scriptures. The Lord God was connected with her eyes, so she was not only able to see the way through it, but could occasionally see a lot of secrets and strange things. After many years, she could be considered knowledgeable.
The person inside was probably a nun, chanting the Great Compassion Mantra.
Their footsteps stepped in the puddles, harmonizing with the sound of chanting.
The nun was still chanting, her voice as calm as the surface of the water, as if she heard nothing.
"Varukiti, Sobharaya, Suvaha."
Wang Yu took a few steps forward, and the scene inside the cave came into view.
The turtle ghost is the most conspicuous, with a dark blue face, scales crawling up its cheeks, and its head sticking out from the rock wall. At first glance, it looks like a □□.
Sitting opposite the turtle ghost was a bald nun in a grey robe and a monk's hat. She sat cross-legged on the stone floor, looking skinny, with sagging skin on her face, and skin piled up on her neck, as if the fat that had originally accumulated under her flesh had been sucked away in an instant, leaving only an empty shell. Her eye sockets were extremely sunken, and her dark eyeballs were fixedly staring at the stubborn stone in front of her. Her two bony hands were holding grey-white Buddhist beads.
The nun's lips were dry and flaky, with obvious lip lines. She didn't know how many days she had been blocking the entrance of this ghost's cave and chanting scriptures.
After the last sentence of Posuo River fell, the nun sighed and said to the turtle ghost faintly: "Daoyou, you should die."
Wang Yu raised his eyebrows, made room and waited for the nun to make her move.
For a long while, nothing happened.
The nun spoke again: "Daoyou, didn't you come here to kill this ghost? It's time to do it."
"Me?" Wang Yu asked doubtfully. He looked around and saw Sui Niang, who was retreating out of the cave, immediately stopped and leaned against the stone wall obediently, pretending that she had done nothing.
The nun stood up slowly and explained calmly, "I have received the Buddha's grace and have practiced divination. I have divined that this thousand-year-old turtle has done some good deeds, so I have come to pray for its salvation before it dies, so that it can listen to the Buddha's heavenly voice."
Hearing the nun belittling ghosts in such a way, even the turtle ghost, who was the most patient turtle, couldn't help but let out a roar of anger.
Divination, divine grace, and cultivation.
The image of the carriage that drove away in his youth popped into Wang Yu’s mind, and the self-righteous and arrogant faces of the disciples of the so-called immortal cultivation sects emerged.
All this touched a hidden nerve in the young man.
Wang Yu poked his cheek with the tip of his tongue, his eyes shone with a hint of coldness, he leaned against the stone wall with his sword in his arms, and couldn't help but comment, "What a charlatan."
There was a hint of uncontrollable, slight mockery in his tone.
The nun raised her eyes to look at Wang Yu with a cold face, and said "Namo Amitabha" first.
He said calmly, "Monks do not tell lies. I will never lie with all my heart."
The sincere nun patted the dust off her body, her skin trembling as she moved. She took out a wooden bottle from her sleeve and poured out a round pink pill: "Donor, this is the Wanshou Pill, which can revive the dead."
The nun raised her head slightly and said, "This pill will be your reward for swinging your sword to slay the demon."
The boy didn't look at the meatball in her palm.
Instead, he sneered and lifted his eyelids: "Liar."
The nun disapproved, "I never lie."
Wang Yu pulled his hand out of Jingchun.
The two of them were secretly confronting each other, and the atmosphere became tense.
Wang Yu's sharp eyes glanced at the turtle embedded in the stone wall. The turtle raised its head and met Wang Yu's cold eyes.
The turtle ghost suddenly shrank back into its shell, and its two bean-sized eyes stared at Wang Yu nervously. Fortunately, Wang Yu glanced at him and then looked away.
The turtle ghost has always been kind to ghosts, and would retreat into its shell when it encounters someone difficult to get along with. But who would have thought that it would meet these two great Buddhas in the past two days!
Originally, this nun couldn't do anything to his turtle shell and could only whine outside. He was too lazy to argue with her and just let her recite the scriptures. It wouldn't bother this old turtle to death.
But now it’s different! The turtle ghost is really angry now. He doesn’t care about the nun, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the desire to survive!
The sword energy of the young man in front of him was soaring into the sky, sharp and unmatched, the spirit sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the sword sounded. This spirit creature needed blood to sacrifice the sword the most when it was born, and it was at the time when its arrogance was high! I just want to drink ghost blood!
But what evil did the old turtle do? He has been living in seclusion for many years! With the memory of the spirit turtle, he has been a proper ghost cultivator since he was young! He doesn't eat people! He is wronged! He is really wronged!
When disaster struck, the turtle ghost only regretted that he was too arrogant in the past and relied on the Misty Forest to make sure that no one could do anything to his turtle shell. He completely forgot to design an escape route when he built the place for retreat. Now, because he had been sleeping here for so long, both his shell and himself had grown into the wall of the cave. Now it was difficult for him to turn over!
Alas! Is he going to die here today?
While the boy hadn't made a move to kill the ghost, the turtle ghost's big eyes nervously searched everywhere for an escape route. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on Sui Niang who was moving backwards.
Having lived for thousands of years, he is not blind! He said that he had gone through so much trouble to find a place for cultivation, but how come two cultivators came here in two consecutive days? It turned out that you, the unlucky guy, led the way!
"Sui Niang——" the turtle ghost roared.
Sui Niang paused, thinking something was wrong. She saw the young swordsman who was confronting the nun immediately locked onto her, his eyes as cold as a knife: "Stop."
She didn't dare to move for a moment.
The nun turned around, her eyes fixed on the ghosts behind Sui Niang, and she greeted them, "Good afternoon, fellow ghost."
Sui Niang shook her head stiffly and said in defense: "What the hell, I'm just an ordinary person."
I quietly looked at Wang Yu, only to see that his brows were furrowed even more.
It's over. This nun is dancing on the explosive point of the killing god with every word! She is also dragging other ghosts into the water! Can't she feel the murderous aura rising to the sky? Is she blind?
The sincere nun showed with her actions that she really didn't understand. She even went further and pointed out, "Daoyou, you are lying. You have been dead for about 30 years, but you have never eaten anyone. You still retain the dignity of a cultivator. I admire you."
"What are you talking about!" Sui Niang shouted anxiously, "What do you mean by cannibalism? I am still an eighteen-year-old girl! Don't talk nonsense!"
Don’t complain if it hasn’t been open for 30 years!
Nun, you should take a look at the situation! The sword of the God of Death has been raised! He will stab you in the next second!
Even though this fig leaf is tattered for ordinary people, it is still a fig leaf after all! If it is really torn, who would have the courage to face the furious God of Death?
The boy's complexion did not improve, and even became worse.
Sui Niang became desperate and began to wonder what the chances of survival would be if she turned around and ran: "You are lying!"
The nun, who had her back to the boy, still clasped her hands together calmly, even with a little pride: "No, my name is Chengxin, and I never lie."
The young man's face sank completely and became extremely dark. There was little light in the cave, and the dim light fell on his face, which was now frozen like a sculpture. It was even more sinister, cold and terrifying than any other ghost at the scene.
When your life is at stake, you should say something!
Sui Niang instantly realized that the nun opposite was totally unreliable. Her mind had never worked so fast in her life, and she even rubbed out sparks.
Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and shouted at the two of them, "Are you crazy?"
The nun and the swordsman were both startled.
Even the turtle ghost, who was trying to pull himself out of the hole, was stunned.
After all, they had been together for almost a day and a night, and Sui Niang, who was good at observing people's words and expressions, had already seen through Wang Yu's changes in expression. At first, he had no hostility towards the nun, and was even friendly to her, until the nun opened her mouth and started talking about divination and ghosts. At this moment, Wang Yu's attitude took a sharp turn.
In the end, the nun's so-called elixir pills, which repeatedly denied the words of ordinary people, were the last straw that broke the camel's back.
This was her last resort! She just had to see if she could fool him with this one!
Sui Niang stared at the boy nervously.
Wang Yu frowned.
The sword of spring rises——
The turtle ghost suddenly widened his small eyes!
Damn it! Why the hell did you chop my innocent old turtle?
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