The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 93 It's to My liking
Zhu Zicheng, who had transformed into his true form, felt a spiritual force locking onto him, and heard the old man's cheerful and gentle laughter as he cooked.

"Hehehe..."

"Oh hehehe..."

The surrounding air suddenly became scorching hot and churning, as if one had entered a frying pan or a steamer. The Xuan Guan level only represents one's own magical power and the strength of the supernatural abilities one has mastered.

Zhu Zicheng felt a burning heat all over her body, and she herself was emitting a faint fragrance.

Unable to fly any further, he swayed and fell, transforming back into human form and crashing to the ground, panting heavily. Zhou Yan did not yet possess the ability to use humanoid creatures as food, greatly diminishing the effectiveness of the Kitchen God Jade Talisman.

After the jade talisman was finished, Zhou Yan rushed forward with his knife.

Shen Cangming and Zhou Yan attacked simultaneously, their two swords slashing heavily!
The horizontal blade got stuck in Zhu Zicheng's wing. He held on tightly, and Shen Cangming's horizontal blade encountered almost no resistance. With a deep clang of the blade, one of Zhu Zicheng's wings was chopped off.

Zhou Yan's blade was stuck.

The body of a seventh-rank Xuan Guan demon was not something he could easily shatter with his current strength.

The power of the beacon fire erupted, flames surged on the blade, and it barely managed to cleave down.

That's how Zhu Zicheng was knocked down.

He was clearly powerful, but after his wings were cut off, he was curled up in excruciating pain, his body trembling, completely unable to escape. Zhu Zicheng looked at Zhou Yan, tears streaming down her face, and kept kowtowing, saying:

"My lord, I... I was forced into it."

"Weaver Girl, Weaver Girl is our common enemy, please spare me."

"Let me go."

"I have a pot of fine wine here, containing an absolutely precious spiritual item. After you drink it, it will greatly increase your magical power. It's a treasure that I myself am reluctant to use, but I'm willing to offer it to you in exchange for my life!"

Even now, he is still struggling, trying to rebel with that pot of wine containing insect eggs. Fear, sincerity, and resentment are still in his eyes.

This wine is certainly a good thing, but it has been laced with evil substances.

As long as you drink alcohol, it's fine.

You will all die then.

Zhou Yan accepted the wine, and Zhu Zicheng smiled apologetically.

The next moment, Zhou Yan thrust the knife forward, piercing Zhu Zicheng's mouth, then with a burst of strength, pierced through the back of her neck. Green blood flowed down the blade. Zhu Zicheng opened her mouth, which turned into a worm's mouth, biting the blade.

A burst of flames erupted from Zhou Yan's blade as he slashed horizontally.

The demon, a seventh-rank Xuan official, had its mouth slit open and half of its neck severed.

Zhu Zicheng.

die! ! !
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After Zhu Zicheng's head was cut off, his body trembled several times before slowly transforming into his true form, a huge insect demon. His body continued to tremble for a very long time before he gradually lost his vitality.

Even as he died, Zhu Zicheng's thoughts were still racing; he was unwilling to accept his fate.

His resentment stemmed not from his defeat, but from the fact that he had clearly told Bihen to come and support him, as two seventh-rank Xuan Guan level demons would be enough to restrain and suppress Shen Cangming.

But Bihen was never there.

He was filled with resentment and unwillingness, and he didn't know where she had gone.

As he lay dying, his mind became hazy, recalling the long years he had spent dormant in the earth. This kind of insect had to lie dormant in the earth for a very long time, until the thirty-seventh year, when it could emerge from the earth and sing loudly in the trees.

But when he broke through the soil, the world he saw was sunny and beautiful.

Then I saw that charming and gentle face.

"Oh, what a wonderful insect."

Why do I still think of the Weaver Girl in the end?

Zhu Zicheng realized his own incorrigibility and despair. Even on his deathbed, all he could think of was that face. He shed tears because of this unwillingness to accept his fate and his despair for himself.

Yes, he loved the Weaver Girl.

Bound by magic, supernatural powers, spider silk, and emotions, he must 'love' the Weaver Girl.

He realized this, but was powerless to do anything about it. Looking at the couple who had been separated by death for forty years, he felt resentment and anger in his eyes, but in the end, he felt envy. Finally, he thought about what he had seen and heard on the day he broke through the ground.

The sunshine is so nice...

It would have been better if I hadn't seen you that day.

The beheaded insect demon shed its last tear.

The soul is gone.

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Following Shen Cangming's instructions, Zhou Yan used the fire of the beacon tower to deliver the final blow.

They scattered Zhu Zicheng's soul.

In the jade book, there was a new ink painting of an old tree with a cicada on it, but that was a state that Zhu Zicheng could never reach. He was led out of the ground too early and was entangled in spider silk too early.

Zhou Yan read Zhu Zicheng's story.

In this story, the demon hidden beneath the seemingly corrupt surface is no longer the Lord of the Azure Netherworld, but the great demon Weaver Girl. Just as effortlessly, she leads out an evil demon.

In the ink wash painting, after Zhu Zicheng was bewitched by the Weaver Girl and lost his soul.

There are also some records.

Zhou Yan casually flipped through the pages.

Old Master Chen, now over fifty, grew increasingly fond of the pleasures of life. Hearing that the ancient Wofo Temple deep in the mountains possessed the Golden Cicada Dew, which could prolong life, he spent a fortune to obtain the secret recipe and ordered his servants to capture it day and night.

The servants went into the mountains for more than a month, losing seven men, but finally captured seven cicadas. These cicadas had golden markings on their bodies and red eyes. When they emerged from the ground, they were silent and unusually quiet. The high monk of the Wofo Temple said that this cicada was called the Golden Cicada, and that eating it would make one feel light and healthy, and prolong life.

One night, my daughter wanted to see cicadas while playing, but what she saw were human faces.

He reported this in a panic but was dismissed.

After eating cicadas, Master Chen became increasingly youthful, so he wanted to hold a banquet. However, for some reason, he gradually became averse to light and preferred dampness, crawling on the ground. Later, after eating all seven cicadas, he was still not satisfied and ate many every day.

His daughter secretly discovered that the missing servant was being held in a cicada cage in the kitchen, and his body was gradually transforming into a cicada. The girl tossed and turned, feeling that she could not let her father continue like this. She first went to report to the authorities, met a handsome Taoist priest, obtained a talisman, and went to confront her father.

After coming out, I returned to my room and fell asleep peacefully.

The next day, a maid brought water into the room and found the young lady lying stiffly on the bed, her face ashen.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that her mouth and nose were sealed by a layer of golden silk membrane. The butler mustered his courage and touched it, and the membrane tore open, revealing a hollow cavity beneath. The young lady's lovely and beautiful face, along with her features, was completely shed like a cicada's molt, leaving only a bloody and mangled cavity!

The shed human face, like a cicada's shell, was as thin as silk gauze, and the eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth were clearly discernible on it.

The handsome Taoist priest laughed: "The weapon-refining treasure that my godmother wanted has finally arrived."

"The rest are useless."

At the birthday banquet, Master Chen shed his human skin in front of the guests, transforming into a giant cicada that pounced on the crowd, feeding on everyone present. When the authorities arrived, they found only human skins scattered throughout the courtyard, with hundreds of fat golden cicadas flying around.

Chaos erupted in the manor, and rumors spread like wildfire. Much later, travelers who stayed overnight in the city could hear a continuous, chilling rustling sound coming from the leaves, as if countless cicadas were rubbing their elytra in the darkness.

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"It's the Reclining Buddha Temple again..."

Zhou Yan glanced at the jade book. The main materials for the Eighth Rank Mystic Official, as Uncle Shen had mentioned, were there. Deng Ying'er came from the Reclining Buddha Temple, and now, the Dharma provided by the Reclining Buddha Temple was inextricably linked to the Weaver Girl.

The magic that Zhu Zicheng gave was very simple; it was a transformation technique.

However, it's not very useful. It can only transform into the three forms in Zhu Zicheng's memory, and it has loopholes that are easy to detect. Unless it is combined with the Weaver Girl's unique magical artifact transformation, but now Zhou Yan already knows where those transforming magical artifacts come from.

Nausea.

A monster is a monster!
Zhou Yan turned to look at Yin Zichuan and Lian Niang over there.

The Buddha lamp burned gently, illuminating the surroundings and blurring the distinction between the human world and the underworld. Yin Zichuan slowly lowered his arm, not daring to turn around to look at Lian Niang. He gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face. Lian Niang also took a half step back, her face covered in tears.

One fears that he is already a ghost, separated from the living and the dead.

One person fears aging while the other remains young.

They know it's not right, but ultimately, they feel fear, apprehension, and hesitation.

Sometimes, fear and hesitation stem from caring.

The young swordsman, having exhausted his magical power, took the wine gourd that Black Wind had previously held, tilted his head back, drank, and his face flushed slightly with drunkenness. His magical power returned, and he immediately pointed his fingers at the tearful scholar, his supernatural abilities flowing freely. He said:

"Change."

The magic flowed, as if forty years had passed again. The scholar's hair turned white, wrinkles appeared on his face, and his eyes lost their brightness. Zhou Yan withdrew his finger.

If nothing in this world goes according to my wishes.

Then one will possess supernatural powers and all kinds of wonderful methods.

To uphold this path.

That is, spiritual practice.

For some reason, Zhou Yan always felt a mysterious and pleasant comfort in his heart.

Is this what true cultivation is?

He was gentle and mild-mannered, lacking the sharp edge he had displayed when he was slashing. He nodded to the two men, while the old man, supporting his back, came to Zhou Yan's side and said with a sigh, "My lord, this cup of wine is really hard to drink."

Zhou Yan patted the old man on the shoulder and pointed to the two people over there.

The old man subconsciously covered his mouth and nodded cautiously.

The one-armed hero, the swordsman, and a local deity; Zhou Yan dragged the monster's corpse out; Shen Cangming walked slowly; even Da Hei was walking with the wrong gait, its hooves rising high and landing gently.

Tick ​​tock.

As the old man walked to the end, leaning on his cane, he looked back at this scene. He had been here for far too long, and to him, young and old alike looked no different.

So he saw the boy who sat quietly in his youth and the girl who pulled him to play, the girl whose health was gradually deteriorating and the boy who frantically learned everything, and the two young people who got married.

Watching their lives improve, with the daily necessities of life, and then watching their lives collapse again.

'You're going to gather herbs, when will you be back?'

"Wait for me, Lianniang. I will return when the locust flowers bloom."

The old land deity of Guhuai Village turned around and slowly walked forward, looking at the young swordsman in front of him. Zhou Yan looked at the locust tree, picked the flask of spirit wine from Hei Feng, handed it to the old land deity, and said, "Land Deity, may the locust tree be allowed to open for one day?"

The old man said, "Young master, is it..."

Old Land looked at the two men and suddenly realized. He didn't accept the wine Zhou Yan offered, but simply opened his mouth, took out a cupful, swallowed it, and said with a smile, "My lord said before that one cup is enough!"

He tapped his cane on the ground, and the old locust tree in late autumn swayed its branches and leaves. The leaves rustled, and clusters of locust flowers sprouted anew. The young swordsman stood beneath the locust tree, his expression serene.

May all sentient beings find their proper place.

A faint fragrance wafted out, and then, the young scholar who had left forty years ago turned back.

Yin Zichuan looked at Lian Niang and choked up as he said:

"Lian Niang."

"I am back."

(End of this chapter)