Chapter 14: Master, they are afraid of Master Huang, not us

Slide away.

At the scene, Master Guiwu rushed into the group of zombies, wielding his tin staff in a majestic manner. No zombie could withstand the blow of the tin staff. Some were hit and bleed on the spot, while others had their limbs broken into pieces.

"The Buddhist method of subduing demons and eliminating evil is to be tyrannical."

"The Taoism of Chaotian Taoist Temple is still slightly inferior."

Thinking about the master's previous method, the residual soul left the body and was able to let Mr. Huang see it. He believed that he did not have such means.

Besides, the master who wields the staff nowadays cannot show such power without decades of practice.

Come to think of it.

If Buddhism did not have some domineering means, how could it preserve its golden body wrapped in gold in this world?

As for Taoism, let’s not even mention it. The ancestral statue of Chaotian Taoist Temple was sculpted from clay by the master himself.

"Beautiful, Master's staff skills are amazing."

Lin Fan, who was watching from the crowd, exclaimed in amazement.

With his praise, the master seemed to suddenly become more courageous.

It seems I need to have a good talk with the master. It would be great if he could teach me a few more spells.

After a moment, all the zombies were executed on the spot by the master, and the master was seen standing with one hand.

"Amitabha."

"Fellow Daoist, these zombies are all people who were harmed by that weasel. They were controlled by it. It seems that the evil beast has some Taoist skills."

Although I haven't seen its true appearance yet, I can tell it just by using these methods.

"Master, are we sure we can succeed if we join forces?" Lin Fan asked.

Mr. Huang had mentioned before that it was a weasel, so he kept it in mind. After going down the mountain for several days, he was finally going to see the first monster. It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous. Of course, he was more excited.

Monster.

If this thing were on Earth, it would be a species from mythology.

"Of course, since ancient times, evil has never triumphed over good." The master was very firm, and then stared at the mud house, "Evil creature, how long do you want to hide?"

In an instant, an evil wind blew violently.

Weird laughter came from all directions.

"You stinky Taoist priests, you stinky monks, you guys are meddling too much."

In the dim house, a cloud of yellow smoke quickly swept out from it and exploded when it hit the ground. A thin man who looked like a scholar appeared, with narrow eyes that revealed a sinister and cunning look.

Lin Fan used the Eye of Merit.

The scholar's true identity turned out to be a weasel with an evil aura and a woman's face all over his body.

Number of head vertices.

1.5.

"You are truly a weasel that has become a spirit. You evil beast, instead of practicing in the mountains for a hundred years, why do you come to the secular world to cause chaos and commit murder?" Master Guiwu's eyes glowed with golden light. He shouted angrily, and the copper rings of his tin staff rattled. It was obvious that he sensed the presence of a monster.

"How ridiculous! You stinky bald ass, why are you meddling in other people's business? Practicing in the mountains is not as fast as absorbing Yin Yuan."

The weasel's voice was eerie and sharp. It was originally a spirit that lived in Qixia Mountain near Huanglang Town. It came here sixty years ago, when this place was not called Huanglang Town.

It secretly sucks the Yin essence of women in the town, and who would have thought it would encounter a few nosy warriors?

Originally, it did not take these warriors seriously. Who would have thought that one of them actually knew a little magic.

But these guys fought it desperately with the determination to die.

Finally, it was sealed in a wooden sculpture and buried deep underground, and those people died at the moment of completion.

Fortunately, with the passage of time, the seal gradually weakened, and with a little trickery, Huang Afu was lured to dig it out. From then on, Huang Afu became the local overlord, providing it with Yin Yuan to restore its Taoism and break the seal.

Today, it finally broke.

"You evil creature, you are bound by the sins of killing. Even if I and my fellow Taoists do not save you today, you will surely be punished by heaven in the future." Master Guiwu knew that these evil monsters who harmed people were inhumane.

But whenever he encountered a monster, he would scold it.

Maybe it's just a habit.

“Hahaha…” the weasel laughed. “Heavenly punishment? You are just dreaming, bald donkey. In the Dharma Ending Age, you are talking to me about heavenly punishment. You might as well go ask where your Buddha is.”

Phew!

The weasel looked down at its chest, a bloody hole appeared there at some point. It raised its head dumbly and saw the Taoist priest, who had remained silent the whole time, approaching it step by step with red eyes.

"you……"

Phew!

A flash of blood shot out from the Taoist's eyes, swept over, and made a bloody hole in its abdomen.

"Damn Taoist priest, you... are so despicable..."

The scholar fell to the ground and a change occurred. His body was directly transformed into a one-meter-tall weasel.

[Merit +1.5]

Lin Fan turned around and looked at the master with a dazed look on his face. "Master, why are you trying to reason with the evildoer? Just kill him. Look at this evildoer, he has killed so many people. If you want him to turn back, even the Buddha would agree, but I can't."

"Amitabha, fellow Taoist, I am just..."

"I understand. Master, you are merciful and hope that this monster can turn back. Unfortunately, it cannot."

Master Guiwu opened his mouth. He really wanted to say, it's not what you think. To slay demons and monsters, you must go through the process first, and then you will feel it when you take action. This... He killed the monster without even following the process. It always feels like something is missing.

Forget it, forget it.

Perhaps this is the difference between Buddhism and Taoism.

"Master, how many years of cultivation do you think this monster has had?" Lin Fan asked.

"At least one hundred and twenty to thirty years."

"oh."

Lin Fan did not say anything. He gathered his magic power with his fingers. The raw material of the Flesh Spirit Incense was right in front of him, so he naturally could not let it go. With a touch of his fingertips, the magic power covered the corpse.

The energy, spirit and blood in the weasel's body were guided and continuously condensed.

Finally, it condensed into two red incense sticks.

Huh? The flesh incense I inhaled before was gray, how come it turned red?

Well, maybe this monster is of better quality.

The master at the side watched Lin Fan's every move with his eyes wide open. Has the use of monsters to condense flesh and soul incense been improved to this extent? The so-called flesh and soul incense is condensed from human flesh and blood.

Lin Fan calmly released the Flesh Spirit Incense close to his body, and kept silent. Master, do you want one? "Master, let's go."

"good."

Arriving at the courtyard, the master saw the broken limbs and arms all over the ground. He was kind-hearted and could not bear to see them like this. He stopped and said, "Daoyou."

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"Master, what's the matter?"

Then the master took out two small shovels from his robe and said, "Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, let's let them rest in peace."

"Master, be merciful."

Lin Fan still wanted to get some good stuff from the master, so he naturally didn't refuse. The only problem was whether the shovel was a bit small, but forget it, why bother about it.

Soon, the two buried the body separately.

After burying several bodies, Lin Fan raised his head and looked towards the master. Although his back was turned, he seemed to vaguely see the master groping around on the bodies and quietly putting something into his arms.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"No, nothing. I will help them tidy up their clothes."

"Oh, the Huang family should have a lot of gold and silver, why don't you take some, Master?"

"Amitabha, I regard money as dirt."

…

At the gate of the mansion.

The street was crowded with people, all of them staring at the closed door, their weak breathing seemed so loud at this moment.

Crunch!

The tightly closed door slowly opened. The crowd of onlookers opened their eyes wide and looked on tiptoe. After a moment, two people wearing Taoist robes and cassocks appeared in everyone's sight.

Everyone's breathing suddenly quickened.

Just seeing the two people covered in blood, they all took half a step back.

Bloody axe.

A bloody staff.

All of this shows that there was a river of blood inside.

There was complete silence.

No one dared to speak.

The maid who escaped from the mansion said that a Taoist priest and a monk were killing people. Everyone who got the news hurried over. However, they were afraid of Mr. Huang's power and did not dare to go in. They could only wait outside.

When I saw two people appear in front of me.

The quiet street suddenly erupted with a roar.

"Mr. Huang is dead."

"Mr. Huang is dead."

"Grab it! Everything inside belongs to us."

"I'm rich, I'm rich."

In an instant, the crowd swarmed in and rushed into the mansion. Figures passed by them one after another, and everyone's expression was so crazy and excited.

Even the yamen runners didn't care and only wanted to rob the money.

"Master, they are afraid of Master Huang, but not us." Lin Fan said with a smile.

"Amitabha." The master sighed softly.

The two of them just stood at the door, looking at the empty street that seemed like it had been swept away by the wind, and turned back to look inside.

There was a scuffle over a chair.

There was a man who refused to let go of a piece of porcelain.

Once he found a box of gold and silver jewellery, he was drowned by the crowd and his life or death was unknown.

"Everyone is afraid of Master Huang, but everyone wants to be Master Huang. If one Master Huang disappears, thousands of Master Huangs will appear. Master, do you think that the scariest thing in this world is the demons and evil spirits, or the living people?"

Lin Fan asked calmly.

The master did not speak, but looked up at the sky with his hands clasped together.

Lin Fan muttered to himself.

"So, we have to keep watching. I don't know the answer, not because there is no answer, but because I haven't found it yet."

After hearing this, the master beside him was slightly moved.

Lower your head and speak softly.

"Amitabha."

(End of this chapter)