infodatos Chapter 22 Fulong Zhenren
Chapter 22 Fulong Zhenren
Huge rocks rolled down, and the mountain peak shattered.
The scene, resembling an earth dragon turning over, swept across the surrounding mountains for dozens of miles. The ground shook violently, rivers overflowed, and it looked as if the end of the world was about to collapse.
This is not because the cadaver dog actually has such abilities, but because it has been locked inside this mountain for decades.
Its aura had long since merged with the mountain peak, and coupled with its rudimentary understanding of the "Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness" technique, it could naturally influence the mountain to the greatest extent.
However, its actual combat strength is not as exaggerated as it appears.
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Qingyang Town
Inside the dimly lit hall of the Liu family mansion
Liu Yiheng stared at Liu Shende with a crazed expression, his veins bulging all over his body, making him look exceptionally ferocious and terrifying.
"Manager Liu, you once said that as long as the remnant souls of my father and grandfather are taken back, I can completely control that mindless corpse-digging dog."
Now, all the conditions are in place. Why is there not a single sign of activity? Are you perhaps trying to deceive me?
With bloodshot eyes, Liu Yiheng stared intently at Liu Shende. If Liu Shende's answer did not satisfy him, then another corpse would be added to this place.
Liu Shende ignored it, instead pushing open the door and pointing out of the town.
"Young master, please calm down and look here."
Even though the moon is bright and the stars are few, you can still vaguely see the trembling mountains in the distance.
Liu Yiheng snorted coldly and then slammed the door shut.
A figure had appeared in the shadows of the flowerbed. If Fang Hongxuan were here, he would surely recognize this person as Ban Yinuo, the bandit leader.
"how?"
Liu Shende, whose face had been full of flattery, gradually changed his expression. His face turned frosty, and his tone became icy: "It has reached the edge of getting out of control. It seems that this method has completely failed."
"No, there's still a chance of life in He Nianwei's womb."
Ban Yinuo scratched his curly hair, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Am I going to have to stay here for several more years? You know, I've suffered countless humiliations trying to disguise myself as an ordinary bandit."
"Even when encountering minor constables, I have to take a detour. Despite my determination to grit my teeth and persevere, the exhaustion in my body makes it difficult to continue."
Liu Shende's face showed displeasure: "Even if you're sad, is it more than my job of serving others? Besides, we're both trying to share the burden for our master, so why are you so impetuous?!"
Ban Yinuo grinned, but did not answer.
"Take He Nianwei away. Even if you and I wanted to keep her, the Demon-Slaying Captain on the mountain probably wouldn't allow it." Liu Shende sighed softly, his mind racing.
"Him? Even if we joined forces, we wouldn't last more than a few rounds against that corpse-digging dog. What can a mere brat do?"
"Let's get to work as soon as possible; the peaceful days are coming to an end. We need to hurry and accumulate merits to earn honors."
At this point, Ban Yinuo's eyes lit up, filled with longing. His previous displeasure vanished instantly.
"This would at least require a Class C merit award..."
As they chatted, the two gradually approached He Nianwei's room. Ban Yinuo made no attempt to tiptoe; instead, he mustered all his strength and kicked the door.
"Bang"
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"Bang"
Fang Hongxuan coughed up stagnant blood and broke free from the stone wall.
The giant, bull-sized scavenging dog pierced through the air currents and charged straight towards Fang Hongxuan. However, it was engulfed by the red and black golden bell shield.
"This beast is truly made of steel."
Spikes formed from resentment and malevolent energy viciously pierced into the body of the corpse-digging dog. However, it did not react at all, but continued to move forward despite the flipping golden bell shield.
Fang Hongxuan took out the talisman given to him by the old Taoist priest from his pocket, intending to activate it with his internal energy. However, he was surprised to find that the talisman, which the old Taoist priest had mentioned was used to suppress evil spirits, was now continuously supplying energy into Fang Hongxuan's body.
"This time, it truly is a case of escaping death."
Fang Hongxuan felt a bitter taste in his mouth and didn't know what to say for a moment.
It should be noted that Fang Hongxuan's original plan was to use himself as bait, seize the opportunity to attach the talisman to the corpse-digging dog's body, and then use the Iron Shirt technique to crush its head in one fell swoop.
Who could have predicted that after Fang Hongxuan activated his talent, the talisman's effects would be reversed?
What made Fang Hongxuan feel even more burdened was that, due to his constant preparation for defense, the Yin Pill was being consumed several times faster than he had anticipated.
The yin pill, which was the size of a pigeon egg, has shrunk to the size of a bullet!
The gaping maw, the size of a millstone, was already wide open, waiting for the Golden Bell Shield to disappear so the Corpse-Digging Dog could taste Fang Hongxuan.
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"In a little while, we will be able to escape from this mountain range. At that time, even if the corpse-digging dog comes down the mountain, I am confident that I can escape from it."
Just as the old Taoist was speaking eloquently, the memorial tablet of "Qingzhen Shie Taixuan Fulong Zhenren" inside his clothes was burning hot, like a hot coal.
At the same time, Li Shouxin gradually stopped walking. He was struggling internally, but eventually calmed down.
"Master, I have to go back."
Li Shoujing also turned around and stared at Li Shouxin for a while before finally staying where she was.
The old Taoist priest in front hurriedly pulled out the memorial tablet and was about to throw it on the ground, but the hot tablet gradually calmed down.
The old Taoist priest's expression shifted repeatedly as he stared blankly at the memorial tablet in his hand. After a long while, he finally let out a soft sigh.
"Go away, go away. Money is easy to repay, but feelings are hard to repay."
Li Shoujing was about to follow, but the old Taoist priest stopped him: "Where are you going? Stay here and help me."
The two disciples exchanged a glance, both looking puzzled.
"Does Master have some other tricks up his sleeve?"
The memorial tablet, bathed in a soft light, stood firm, its inscription "Qingzhen Shie Taixuan Fulong Zhenren" shining brightly.
"Although the ceremony was simple, without an altar or offerings, we can't worry about that right now," the old Taoist sighed again.
"After this, Qingzhen Temple will have no further tricks up its sleeve..."
Thinking of this, the old Taoist's eyes welled up with tears.
"Master...your disciple is incompetent..."
The old Taoist priest closed his eyes to calm himself, then shouted sternly, "Go now!"
Seeing the old Taoist priest's beard and hair standing on end, his expression one of utter fury, Li Shouxin dared not utter another word and turned to rush towards the mountain peak.
At the same time, the old Taoist priest used a tree branch to demarcate an area, and arranged three cups of Hundred Immortals Wine in a triangular shape, with incense sticks rising gently behind the wine cups.
"Master...this is..."
Li Shoujing was puzzled and asked in a low voice.
"In the past, the Qingzhen Temple had a total of 27 memorial tablets in the ancestral temple. Now, only one tablet remains."
Do you know why this is so?
"This disciple does not know..."
Li Shoujing shook his head, waiting for the next part to continue.
"The fundamental reason is that there are too many incompetent disciples like me, who can only rely on the legacy of our ancestors to overcome difficulties..."
Thunder from heaven strikes fire from the earth.
The thunderclap struck the rocks with a clanging sound, and flames burst forth among the grass and trees. The crackling sounds were incessant in an instant.
"You must protect the incense and make sure it doesn't go out," the old Taoist priest instructed, then closed his eyes and began chanting.
The crimson memorial tablet began to shake violently, and as time went on, the frequency of the shaking actually aligned with the mountain in front of it.
"You beast, let me show you why our patriarch is called 'True Man Who Subdues Dragons'!" The old Taoist's veins bulged all over his body, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead like raindrops.
"Start an uprising!"