Chapter 591: Chapter 186: Monk? Evil Monk! The So-Called Instant Enlightenment! (10,000-word Mega Chapter, Please Subscribe)_1
Witch Immortal!!
This was the second wild Evil God that Fan Wu had encountered within the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he also had irreconcilable differences with it, a conflict that had already escalated to a life-or-death situation.
However, in recent times, Fan Wu had never come across the Witch Immortal. He even wondered if the Central Prefecture of Great Zhou was not actually the territory of the Witch Immortal?
Or could it be that the Witch Immortal did not yet possess the capability to extend Its reach into the Central Prefecture of Great Zhou?
Unexpectedly, it was he, Fan Wu... who underestimated the Witch Immortal.
The Witch Immortal’s reach had long since extended into the Central Prefecture.
It was just that the other party was hiding very deeply within the Prefecture, and the previous Fan Wu had not encountered it, that’s all.
Standing beside Fan Wu, Yun Jiuqing’s hand wielding the sword made a light turn.
The Red Jade Short Sword stuck in a monk’s thigh flew back to her hand.
After disdainfully wiping the blood off with a handkerchief,
she looked at Fan Wu with a puzzled expression, "Daoist Priest Fan, did you just say Witch Immortal?!"
"Mhm," Fan Wu nodded.
Confirming once again.
"Hiss!" Yun Jiuqing couldn’t help but draw in a breath of cold air. What kind of terrible misfortune was this, encountering people from the Blood Gu Sect in the Imperial City? And after leaving the Imperial City, to come across someone from the Witch Immortal.
Or was it that the Great Zhou Dynasty was truly on the brink of a dynasty’s end? Was it because the Great Zhou Dynasty was too chaotic that they were experiencing such bad luck?
However...
These monks did not seem to be followers of the Witch Immortal at first glance.
Because she didn’t feel the fluctuations of mana emanating from these monks, indicating they weren’t even cultivators.
Could a group of monks who were not cultivators also be involved with the Witch Immortal?
Or had the Evil God become so desperate for followers?
Not only targeting cultivators to become Its followers but also setting Its sights on these non-cultivator monks?
Yun Jiuqing’s mind was full of question marks.
On the other hand.
As they watched their two companions fall to the ground, the remaining two monks wielding long spears were utterly shocked.
"They are cultivators!" one of them cried out in alarm: "It seems... all of them are cultivators!"
The other, with a panicked and ugly expression, exclaimed, "Why is tonight so unlucky?"
Obviously... they had no desire to encounter cultivators tonight, especially the meddlesome kind.
But such an event had just occurred to them.
Fate had played a trick on them once again.
"Run!" The two monks holding long spears simultaneously threw their spears down, then reached into their robes. The next instant, they flung their hands forward, scattering a large amount of lime.
Xing Fengzi immediately closed his eyes.
To prevent them from being scorched by the lime.
The monks who had dropped their spears took advantage of this opportunity to turn their heads, spin around, and desperately flee for their lives.
To run as fast as possible.
"Just some petty tricks." After saying this, Xing Fengzi produced a talisman in each hand, rapidly chanting the unique incantations of the Di Zu Guan.
"As swiftly as the decree!"
With his shout, the two talismans folded themselves automatically, taking the shape of origami cranes.
The two origami cranes made from the talismans moved at a high speed, closing in on the two fleeing monks. Dipping lower, they pecked gently at the heel of the monks’ trailing leg.
They actually pecked through the tendons of a leg of each monk!
The monks both screamed at once, tumbling to the ground.
They were so badly injured that it was hard for them to even crawl.
Let alone escape.
"Strange..." Fan Wu and Yun Jiuqing, seemingly out of nowhere, stood before the cage. Yun Jiuqing examined the down-and-out monk inside the cage: "This guy seems about to run out of oil, and even the best physician’s treatment probably won’t keep him going for long."
Yun Jiuqing frowned: "And why is there a smell of blood? His whole being looks weak and limp, with even lifting his head and opening his eyes appearing to be a huge effort."
"How does he have the strength to sit up? His posture is a bit odd, like he’s been fixed in place."
At that moment, Fan Wu said, "Indeed he’s been fixed, there’s a bit of blood on his robe at his legs."
Yun Jiuqing was taken aback.
Looking at the monk’s legs inside the cage, indeed, she saw a lot of blood.
Yun Jiuqing immediately climbed onto the prison cart, unfolded the casually hung chain lock, opened the cage, and then... addressed the monk sitting inside, "Monk? Monk? Are you okay?"
"I... I don’t want to become a Buddha... I want... I want to live... I don’t want to become a Buddha..." The monk inside the cage kept repeating these few words.
He had clearly lost his sanity and was on the verge of his light going out.
Suddenly, like realizing something, Yun Jiuqing looked at the monk’s back.
She was startled!
She saw that the monk’s back seemed to have been pierced by something, with a very clear trail of blood. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an iron ruler, with twisted and strange talismanic scripts faintly engraved upon it.
The iron ruler seemed to have penetrated his entire body.
If her guess was correct, the other end of the ruler should be... at the vital spot of his lower body?
Thinking this,
Yun Jiuqing was dumbfounded.
