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The centuries-old adobe houses in Huangdao Village collapsed instantly. Across the street, a landslide roared down, sending rocks and sand cascading, burying the entire village.The fake monk, Hui Qi..."Bro, calm down..." I stuck a talisman on the stump of my leg, burning the ghost thing into a plume of black smoke.

"This is way too calm! What the heck is going on!" My brother scratched his head in frustration.

The monks who escaped the carnage in the main hall were terrified. They knew only the main hall housed a statue of Guanyin, and the corpse mound hadn't come near it.

But these monks had never seen anything like it! Several of their brethren had already been killed by hands reaching out from the walls, their internal organs ripped out. Their bodies were then dragged into the sea of corpses.

Such a terrifying scene caused some monks with shallow cultivation to cry out for help in fear. Some said to call the police, while others said to escape down the mountain.

Master Huisqing placed Master Yuanyue in the center cushion, wrapped him with a kasaya robe, and then stood up and shouted, "Don't panic everyone!"

His voice carried a rumble like that of a lion's roar, shaking the vast hall into solemn silence.

"The master is not dead yet! What are you panicking about! Where have you put all the Buddhist teachings you've learned! Sit down all of you! Meditate and pay respects to Buddha! Believe in the boundless power of Buddhism!"

"...But it's already outside--" a timid monk muttered.

"If it weren't for the Bodhisattvas watching over you, wouldn't there be a place of peace left under your feet! Don't be ungrateful! If you want to die, go out and do it! If you don't want to die, sit down and meditate properly and chant Buddha's name!" Hu Qing roared.

My brother and I stood aside, watching these monks one by one settle onto their cushions and begin chanting like they were doing their homework.

The wandering monk nodded slightly and bowed to me, saying: "Benefactor, for your righteous help, your merit is immeasurable."

I repaid the favor with a bow: "Don't say that, Master. Your strict adherence to the precepts is the true embodiment of boundless Buddhist teachings. Thank you again for your help."

The itinerant monk shook his head and said, “Even if I don't intervene, you would have been able to escape safely... The profound mysteries of Taoism are indeed beyond words. This old monk sincerely admires them. Today, my Buddhist sect has encountered such a difficult situation, luckily the two of you came.”

I'm not good at dealing with this kind of situation. My brother waved his hand and said, "Come on, it's about friendship and camaraderie. Since we're all righteous people, let's cut the formalities... You're all disciples of Buddhism. Puji Temple is in trouble this time, and I hope you can stay here temporarily to help Huiqing get through this crisis... That fake monk has been holding on for many days, it hasn't been easy."

The wandering monk uttered a Buddha's name: "Two benefactors, you are kind and righteous. This old monk admires you. We disciples of Buddhism should help each other and subdue demons."

I pressed my face against the window, peering out. The thick evil presence had darkened the sky, making it almost midnight. Even now, Jiang Qiyun and the others were still locked in a struggle with the Corpse Demon in that dilapidated hut on the back mountain.

If this piece of wood is the portal to the Corpse Demon's space, then now it's divided into three parts. The Corpse Demon can attack from three places, killing just a few people at a time would be a profit!

Because the person who can stay by the side of three big shots must be a capable and reliable assistant.

"Xiao Qiao, don't worry, your husband will be fine." My brother thought I was worried and reached out to rub my head.

I'm a little worried: "Brother, when can we go back I'm afraid Yu Gui and You Nan won't have enough to eat..."

He cleared his throat: "Cough, you're worried about this... Didn't you leave enough for a day Even if you eat it all, there's still milk powder to top it off. Don't worry! Grandpa is here at home."

Oh...

But it's been a day, and I miss my baby so much.

The corpses outside seemed to have no signs of receding for a while. It seemed that the Corpse Demon hadn't been defeated yet, otherwise these corpse pools would have run away immediately.

Every time these corpses appear, it's when Situ Lin shows up.

He also appeared just now, but he had become a monstrous figure.

"Xiao Qiao, you said... Could it be that he was severely injured last time, so he wanted to use refining corpses to make up for the damage to his body My brother said he wasn't there, it must be because he can't be seen by people." My older brother calmed down and began to think about the reason.

It's possible. Last time, Jiang Qiyun was too ruthless. He not only destroyed his two souls and body, but also hid a backhand in Meng Shu's lotus flower incarnation, blowing up the Corpse Swamp with flesh flying everywhere. He should have been blown to pieces as well.

His body was immobile, so he could only be hospitalized for treatment... But if he were to be hospitalized, then Lin Yanhuan would be able to find him easily.

If using dark magic to fill the... no, no, looking at how he was in the corpse marsh just now, Situ Lin was obviously also a corpse.

"If this really is his body, and he's going to refine it himself, then what about the demonic soul" I asked.

Could it be that the heretical sect aims to dismember and dissolve their physical bodies, then ascend into corpse immortals

My brother also frowned, he slowly said: "Did you also think of it Maybe Situ Lin's body has already been used to refine, and that evil soul... is in the old man Situ's body!"

This is bad.

He is currently the chairman of the National Association of Daoists and a member of the CPPCC from the religious sector. If we harm him, the state will definitely arrest and prosecute us!

He doesn't play our "dark" games, he plays our "bright" games, and we can't beat him!

Suddenly, the roof of the main hall was pounded with a loud clattering sound, like a heavy rainstorm hitting tiles. Water droplets splashed down, and shortly after, something else crashed onto the roof with a resounding "bang."

Our hearts skipped a beat: could the Corpse Demon have been dragged out!

Then, with a rumbling sound, something rolled down from the roof and landed in the courtyard.

We peered in and saw a swollen finger, thicker than an adult's thigh!

The Corpse Demon's finger was severed and flew over here! How intense was the battle at the back mountain

That piece of finger dropped to the ground, my brother recklessly rushed out and stuck a few talismans on it, burning it into ashes.

"Burning it won't do anything... Maybe if the Corpse Demon eats a bit more, it could still refine another finger." I scoffed.

"That has to be burned too, after all, any amount that can be destroyed is a good thing!"

The black clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the horizon in the distance turned a blue-gray.

It was getting light.

The two energies of Yin and Yang rise and fall, and with the disappearance of the night, the dark and evil energy swiftly dissipates.

Sun and moon alternate, clouds break through the sunlight.

The corpse mire on the ground began to contract, and the monks in the main hall sensed the change, their chanting becoming increasingly resonant.

A gust of wind, falling into the room.

Jiang Qiyun stood in the courtyard.

His long sword was thrust into the ground, its blade sunk deep into the heavy blue brick.

The evil qi above the entire temple and the black mist on the ground that had no time to escape were all shattered by this sword.

A ray of dawn light shone in the sky, reflecting on the glazed tiles in front of the hall.

Seven-colored Buddha's light shone brightly, blinding the monks' eyes.

That robe of dark blue, with flowing sleeves that rippled like clouds, also swayed my heart.

All things are ordered, and worldly affairs change constantly.

He could have stood by and watched, but he chose silent guardianship.

Immortals determine their "position" based on "occupation."

Because of his compassionate good deeds, is that why those great deities just turn a blind eye to his whimsentle, with a low and magnetic voice, like a light gauze brushing against the skin on a moonlit night. It's slightly rough to the touch, yet it softens the heart."...Mu Xia Qiao not only trusted the t...