Taoist priest, let’s become immortals together!

Two figures walked one in front and one behind, leaving two long afterimages behind them. After a while, Wuxiang Bodhisattva brought Chen Yuan to the door of a dilapidated temple.

Chen Yuan turned his head slightly.

The murals on the dilapidated temple walls turned white.

The red paint of the tightly closed temple door was only half left after being washed away by the rain, making it look like flowing water. I pushed the door open, walked through the temple courtyard overgrown with weeds that were half a person's height, and entered the main hall.

Inside the palace.

A broken statue of Bodhisattva comes into view.

The Bodhisattva has a kind face and a solemn appearance. Although covered with dust, people still look up to him. Chen Yuan's expression remains unchanged, and there is nothing strange about the Bodhisattva's appearance.

Standing under the Bodhisattva's Dharma image.

Like a grain of sand in the ocean, as small as a speck of dust.

Calm down a little.

It's relatively stable for now.

"Where is this?" Chen Yuan gripped the hilt of his sword, looked around, and raised his head slightly to look at the image of the Bodhisattva. He said in a deep voice, "What does this have to do with resolving the issue in my soul?"

The Formless Bodhisattva turned his back to Chen Yuan, clasped his hands together, and worshiped respectfully in front of the Bodhisattva's image, reciting obscure Buddhist scriptures. The flesh-and-blood dress hanging from his body swayed gently, and the sound of chanting rang out all around, which was particularly strange in the desolate and dilapidated temple.

"Alright." Wuxiang Bodhisattva turned around and said, "Donor, if I want to remove the things from your soul, you must be able to endure the pain. The pain of stripping away the soul... is much more painful than physical torture."

Chen Yuan didn't care, "Let's get started quickly!"

He is not even afraid of death.

The pain of having one's soul torn away.

Nothing at all!

"I understand."

After saying this, Wuxiang Bodhisattva once again recited the obscure scriptures. In an instant, the entire main hall of the dilapidated temple was shrouded in the sound of scripture recitation. Under Wuxiang Bodhisattva's flesh and blood dress, the flesh and blood squirmed, bringing out various Buddhist musical instruments made of flesh and blood, such as wooden fish, meat pans, and drums.

It is like an umbilical cord connected to the body of the formless Bodhisattva.

The sound of musical instruments rang out.

The sound of scripture recitation is endless.

Chen Yuan looked solemn, with a furrowed brow and a tense expression, staring at the Formless Bodhisattva. If the situation went wrong, he would immediately release the Blood Curse Sutra to get rid of the influence of the Formless Bodhisattva's magical powers!

Dang Dang Dang~~

The wooden fish kept beating.

Chen Yuan's eyes were blurred. In front of him, the Bodhisattva images of various shapes and colors seemed to be moving and deforming like wriggling tadpoles, and the faces with moving features drilled into Chen Yuan's mind!

hiss~

Excruciating pain.

Chen Yuan's soul felt like a series of blunt knives stabbing back and forth in his mind. Under the sound of the Bodhisattva's chanting that sounded like laughing but not crying, Chen Yuan seemed to see his soul being pulled out in a trance.

"Taoist! Run! I beg you! You will regret it!"

Bai Lian was pulled apart from Chen Yuan's soul. The feeling of being torn apart alive, mixed with Bai Lian's terrified roar, made Chen Yuan grin and laugh.

"Haha~~"

"Hiss~ It really works!"

"Haha! White face! Get out of my soul!"

"Taoist! I beg you! Don't let him capture me! As long as you agree, I can give you all my magical powers! You've seen it! The magical power that can take away everything, almost indistinguishable from the real thing, that is the real magical power to become an immortal!"

"It's much more orthodox than your military evil spirit!"

"Ahh! Damn it!"

The white face twisted, tore, and pulled.

That feeling of almost suffocating the soul.

It made Bai Lian deeply frightened.

The pale face twisted rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it transformed into Chen Yuan's appearance. It roared, "Chen Yuan! Quickly tell Wuxiang Bodhisattva to stop!"

"I can't live without you!"

"Donor, come with me." The soul of Wuxiang Bodhisattva pulled again, and the strip of flesh like an umbilical cord tore the white face tightly. The face that was exactly the same as Chen Yuan's was full of fear.

"Haha~ You are scared! There will be a day when you will be scared too!" Chen Yuan was in a good mood.

The white-faced man actually dared to play tricks on him.

There has always been a weird feeling in my mind.

it's good now.

Finally got scared.

"Go ahead, Bodhisattva!" Chen Yuan bared his teeth, enduring the severe pain in his soul, and shouted sternly, "Don't let Bai Lian get away with it!"

Temporarily, the Bodhisattva Wuxiang was indeed helping him.

So you must not hold back!

"Please be patient for a moment, benefactor."

The throat of the Formless Bodhisattva moved, and the sound of the obscure and difficult-to-understand scriptures became even louder and deeper, echoing from all directions. The fat umbilical cords of different Bodhisattva images were stretched out and wrapped around the pulled white face, tightly entangled!

Tear it apart!

"Ah~~" Chen Yuan's soul was almost torn apart.

The immense pain made him kneel on the ground, his entire flesh and blood body twitching violently, beads of sweat the size of beans dripping down, but the corners of his mouth were raised high, and he was smiling happily.

Haha!

The white-faced people are finally being driven out!

This extremely noisy dog thing hidden in the soul!

Finally, I'm going to get rid of it completely!

"Damn it!" The pale opera mask changed its expression, cracked its eyes, and screamed miserably, "Chen Yuan! You can't do this! Don't kill me! I haven't had enough~"

"Fuck!" Chen Yuan shouted angrily.

Still want to play!

That's really perverted.

"Oh?" Wuxiang Bodhisattva clasped her hands together, her flesh-skin dress swaying. Her smooth, greasy face, devoid of features, looked at Baimian, her voice slightly surprised. "I was wondering who it was. Turns out it's Baimian from the mask-making school. He's just an ordinary Baimian who plays tricks on others for fun, and he can't even stir up a wave."

"If it was a fierce yellow face, I might not be able to take him down so easily."

Bai Lian heard Wu Xiang Bodhisattva reveal his identity.

Totally desperate.

In front of the Bodhisattva Wuxiang.

He was only at the second stage of practicing the face-changing ability.

He is no match for the yellow-faced elders in the sect. Each of the yellow-faced elders has cultivated the ability to change faces to the point of superimposing dozens of yellow-faced soldiers. Just one roar from him and his white-faced elder would probably be annihilated in an instant!

He's just a pawn.

In front of the elders, they are not even as good as ants.

The Formless Bodhisattva was actually at the same level as the Yellow-Faced Elder. Moreover, his physical body was now completely destroyed, leaving only his broken soul and white face. He was no match for the Formless Bodhisattva in a single blow.

Can only wait to die.

"Collect!" Seeing the white face, Wuxiang Bodhisattva was also delighted. He opened his fat and white palms, and the white face's spirit twisted like a whirlpool, rushing madly towards the palm of Wuxiang Bodhisattva.

Taoist Wuwei grinned, but suddenly his face turned gloomy. He immediately pulled out a bloody sword from his back. In an instant, the bloody sword was covered with strange words, and bloody tentacles squirmed out, shooting out and heading straight for Wuxiang Bodhisattva!

"Damn it! How dare you touch my things? Who gave you the guts?"

Taoist Wuwei was covered in blood, and the blood curse seemed to be branded on every inch of his flesh and blood. A strange and creepy aura, wrapped around a long sword of flesh and blood with fine flesh buds, hit the Dharma body of Bodhisattva Wuxiang fiercely!

Pfft!

A sword was drawn out.

The entire body of the Formless Bodhisattva is from the center of the face.

Tear apart together!

It turned into two pools of blood and mud, splattering all over the hall.

On the solemn statue of Bodhisattva, streams of thick, greasy meat paste slowly flowed down the face of the Bodhisattva, leaving behind streaks of pungent and greasy oil stains.

The white-faced man took a breath, opened his mouth wide, and said in horror,

"Really! Taoist Wuwei's memories are real! You really do have two souls!"