The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 29 I've found you, Wang Chun!
Looking at Shen Cangming with his eyes closed, Zhou Yan felt intense guilt in his eyes. The excitement he had felt just now from obtaining an interesting trophy vanished instantly.

At the spot where Shen Cangming's arm was severed, there was a peculiar residual mark, like a sword constantly colliding with Shen Cangming's own blood and qi. Under the light of this lamp, it looked as if a knife was repeatedly severing the arm.

There is no evil spirit.

It was simply the residual power colliding with the powerful blood and qi of a martial artist.

The cycle of rebirth is constantly repeated, and the cycle of reincarnation is severed.

This means that the pain of losing an arm and gouging out eyes will constantly reappear. Every moment, as long as Shen Cangming is alive and the original deal still exists, it will never leave him.

He turned off the light and, like Shen Cangming, hugged his knife and leaned against the tree trunk.

In the darkness, Zhou Yan's eyes reflected the fire like knives. He was no longer passionate, but quiet, as if repeating something, speaking calmly in his heart, word by word.

Master of the Azure Netherworld.

I'm going to kill you.

I cannot cut off your arm, pierce your eyes, or tear you to pieces, Zhou Yan.

I vow never to be human.

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The next day, Zhou Yan did not show anything unusual. He did not want Shen Cangming to know that he had seen through something, nor did he want to expose Shen Cangming's actions. Just as Shen Cangming was enduring the pain, Zhou Yan also suppressed his resentment and guilt in his heart.

He silently added to his mind that he must resolve Uncle Shen's situation first.

He had no idea that Shen Cangming had been enduring such pain.

While washing up, Zhou Yan focused his attention on the jade book. The book was quickly turned and opened, and when he came to the page about the rat spirit, a picture with a charm was drawn on the page in the style of ink painting.

The silhouette was ethereal, resembling a temple, with the Buddha statue's eyes lowered.

Various fruits and exquisite oil lamps were offered before the Buddha. A mouse had wrapped its tail around the lamp and was stealing some of the lamp oil. Under the light of the lamp oil, the mouse's fur reflected a peaceful, pale golden glow.

Zhou Yan's mind went blank.

On the jade scroll, the rat with pale gold tail fur, just like Zhao Man, seemed to emanate from the ink painting, seeping into Zhou Yan's mind and transforming into the origin and story of this rat spirit.

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Long ago, there was a temple with a large reclining Buddha statue inside. This temple was called the Reclining Buddha Temple. There were many novice monks in the temple. These monks diligently chanted scriptures every day, hoping that one day they would understand the Dharma.

However, the diligent monks failed to notice that there was a hole in the Buddha statue, and a rat was inside.

I really don't know if it's fake diligence or genuine diligence.

This rat is grayish-brown all over with a gold-tipped tail. It often hides under the Buddhist shrine and licks lamp oil.

Day after day, night after night, listening to the chanting of scriptures and the sermons of monks, he actually gained spiritual wisdom. He stole oil every day to fill his stomach, and during the day he hid in the hollow of the Buddha statue, watching all kinds of people come here and kneel in front of the Buddha statue to chant something devoutly.

I can't remember much, I only know those two words.

As you wish, as you wish.

The donation box opens and closes, and believers pour money in like rain, while the abbot's face shows compassion.

As evening fell, the compassionate abbot stroked the gold ingot, the prayer beads between his fingers gleaming, his face still showing the same sorrow.

The mouse's pupils reflected the candlelight.

The night the rat spirit left the temple, it carried away half of the lamp wick.

It wandered through many places and met many people, but none of them were its home. Finally, it arrived at the gambling den and saw the owner shaking dice on the roof beam, as if reciting scriptures. It saw the gamblers staring at the two dice with red eyes, chanting something.

Open it wide, open it narrow.

As I wish, as I wish!
The rat spirit suddenly had an epiphany.

Alas!
But it is also a Buddhist temple!

However, the abbot here is not wearing a kasaya (Buddhist robe).

When the gambling den owner was worshipping the God of Wealth, the Rat Spirit pushed over the God of Wealth in the shrine, and the God of Wealth killed the gambling den owner. The Rat Spirit then transformed into a wealthy man, placed a Buddha statue in the shrine, and put the green lamp in the Buddha shrine as an offering.

Every day I see people talking about "opening up the big guns, opening up the big guns."

As you wish, as you wish.

It felt like I was back in the temple.

Such good days did not last long. A very beautiful woman and a real great demon came here. He gambled with the rat spirit three times and won all three times. The woman asked him if he wanted to go with her to open a gambling den in the demon market.

The rat spirit thought about it and then refused.

It says this is its temple.

The great demon seemed somewhat surprised upon hearing this, and as he left, he said with a smile:
"When the oil in the lamp is exhausted and the lamp is extinguished, even a rat's eyes can perceive the mind of Zen."

"The chanting of Buddhist scriptures is mixed with the stench of money; the sea of ​​desire is exchanged for a golden body."

"Good monster, good cultivation."

The rat spirit's attention quickly returned to the gambling den itself. The sounds of people praying for their wishes were familiar and intoxicating. In those sounds, it seemed to hear the woman's voice chanting.

"It's really strange. None of the monks who chanted the sutras had any magical powers, but a mouse that listened to the sutras became a spirit."

The rat spirit no longer cared; he just hoped that more and more people would come here to gamble.

As I wish, as I wish!
Behind it were the shrine and Buddha statue. Beneath the shrine and statue, a blue lamp burned, just like in a temple.

The Buddha statue's face was gentle, half-covered by the light, revealing a soft and compassionate smile as it 'looked' at the rat spirit. Below the Buddha statue, the rat spirit looked at the crowd, who were looking down at the gambling game.

As you wish, as you wish.

"Huh, the gambling dens in the Buddhist kingdom are all battlefields of hell, and they're just changing into monks' robes."

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These images and memories slowly faded away.

Between Zhou Yan's middle and index fingers, a jade talisman appeared. At the same time, he learned the name of the rat spirit, which was called "Dengying'er". The jade talisman had a faint golden hue, which was completely different from the one given to the hungry ghost.

The jade talisman of Dengying'er does not have the ability of the [Hungry Ghost] to distinguish between vital energy and food with the naked eye, nor does it have the ability to devour food and quickly digest it into vital energy.

As expected, a rat spirit cannot be compared with the hungry ghosts of the Hungry Ghost Realm, one of the six realms of Buddhism. In terms of both upper limit and basic abilities, the rat spirit is completely inferior to the Hungry Ghost Jade Talisman.

However, this jade talisman also possesses an extremely powerful spell.

[Dark shadows].

"With the help of lamp oil, one can use magic to transform into a black shadow and move swiftly like a galloping horse. One can even pass through narrow places. The stronger the magic and the higher the cultivation, the faster the speed and the longer the distance."

Zhou Yan seemed to see from the jade talisman the movements of the rat spirit casting spells. Under normal circumstances, these movements were more agile than when he fought the rat spirit. It seemed that the rat spirit's cowardice prevented it from unleashing its full potential.

However, within the lingering divine intent of the jade talisman, the shadow of the rat spirit seemed to flicker and move beneath the lamp's shadow. If they weren't inside the house, Zhou Yan wouldn't have been able to kill it so easily.

Zhou Yan thought to himself, "The rat is very slippery, but it is bound by greed."

Suddenly, within the divine intent of the jade talisman, at the optimal state for casting the spell, a finger appeared before the rat spirit, which had transformed into a shadow. It was fair and slender, yet it seemed to have fallen from the sky, directly shaking out the rat spirit's three souls and seven spirits.

This finger seems to exist in my memory.

Zhou Yan grunted as he took control of the jade talisman.

He also experienced the oppressive feeling of that finger through the rat's expression. It was as if it fell from the sky, directly touching his brow, shaking the rat spirit out, and as if it were crushing an ant, crushing Zhou Yan to death.

The illusion of that finger is almost visible to the naked eye.

Press down.

The sound of the blade being drawn was shrill.

The Hungry Ghost Blade was drawn and slashed forward.

It was like slashing at an unseen opponent; the fingers were naturally nonexistent, but this youthful vigor shattered the fear and dread within the rat's mind into a complete mess in one fell swoop.

"Damn it, you're trying to scare me!"

Zhou Yan gasped for breath, his back completely soaked with sweat, and his left hand trembled unconsciously. This was not out of fear, but rather a biological instinct in the face of a terrifying being.

His right hand gripped the knife, as if it were cast from iron!
Zhou Yan now knew who the being in the story of the rat spirit was.

Master of the Azure Netherworld.

This scared Pei Xuanbao away, forcing Uncle Shen to pay the price.

A true, great demon.

A sure-kill item!

Unexpectedly, the rat spirit had actually fought this guy before, making Qingming Fangzhu the rat spirit's inner demon.

Zhou Yan sat back down, his breathing becoming somewhat heavy.

He was not afraid of the Qingming Fangzhu's terror, or rather, because of his relationship with Shen Cangming and his own personality, that fear turned into a kind of anger that was most characteristic of his generation.

Death? I'll splatter your blood even if I die.

Zhou Yan slowly caught his breath, thinking of the enemies, gripping his knife. At first, he felt fear and confusion, but thinking of the magic in the Rat Spirit Jade Talisman, he became determined.

He's getting stronger, getting stronger little by little.

Right now, we can only kill bandits and minor demons. One day, we will be able to kill Wang Chun and finally, slay the Qingming Pavilion Master. This spell is the first step.

"We have to try it, let's try it for real."

"It's a pity Wang Chun isn't here..."

When Zhou Yan thought of Wang Chun, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

He stood up abruptly, took out all the official documents for the sea hunt, and pulled out a rough map of the mountains in the area. Then, he took a twig, touched the soil, and marked out Wang Chun's activity points on it.

Then these points were connected one by one using the diagonal connection method, and then perpendicular bisectors were drawn for the multiple long diagonals.

Quickly, the lines intertwined.

Finally, they converged on a stable area—a mountain. Using the core coordinate positioning method that the search and rescue team would employ, Zhou Yan's lips twitched. His killing intent from just moments before had completely coalesced; he had found his target.

The intelligence gathered along the way finally came in handy.

Thanks to the volunteer search and rescue team.

"Got you."

"Wang Chun".

(End of this chapter)