In the world of a chinese ghost story,
With the death of Grandma Tree Demon, some of the pollution was cleared, and some corrupted, dark, and mindless beings gradually regained consciousness.
Golden Imperial Hall.
A figure in a red monk's robe with gold-threaded edges sat on the dragon throne.
On both sides sat red-robed monks dressed similarly.
The head monk, Pu Du Cihang, had a fair complexion and a compassionate expression, like a reincarnated Golden Cicada; his fiery red robe accentuated his noble appearance, as if he were a dignitary from the Spirit Mountain.
A majestic Buddhist chant echoed.
Sandalwood incense filled the Golden Imperial Hall, as if one were in a golden Buddhist kingdom.
Inside the Golden Imperial Hall, countless high officials and nobles knelt, their expressions devout as they bathed in the Buddhist sound, seeking transcendence.
They knelt all the way out to the wide plaza, filling it completely.
A glance revealed a dense mass of Buddhist kingdom believers.
Suddenly,
The moment Grandma Tree Demon died, the gray mist pervading the sky seemed to thin slightly.
A figure, devoutly kneeling, suddenly trembled, then slowly raised his head as if waking up.
"Pu Du Cihang?"
Zuo Qianhu shook his head, feeling a splitting headache.
Inside the Golden Imperial Hall, the Imperial Preceptor Pu Du Cihang was actually seated?
How audacious!
Zuo Qianhu instinctively wanted to draw his saber, but found his waist empty.
He was actually wearing the red monk's robe of the Imperial Preceptor's followers.
He looked around,
And found that the entire plaza and Golden Imperial Hall were filled with kneeling followers of the Imperial Preceptor, encompassing most of the high-ranking officials and nobles of this nation.
Now, they were all prostrate on the ground, kowtowing to the demonic monk on the dragon throne!?
"Demonic monk!"
The rage in Zuo Qianhu's eyes almost burst forth.
Pu Du Cihang,
A cultivator of mysterious origin, had gained the emperor's trust through various miraculous means in just a few months, becoming the Imperial Preceptor of the Great Ming Kingdom.
Out of love for his master, the emperor's respect for the Imperial Preceptor led the entire court to follow suit, worshipping the Imperial Preceptor.
Even he himself was a loyal follower of the Imperial Preceptor.
However, Zuo Qianhu was different from most people.
All his respect for the Imperial Preceptor stemmed from the emperor; loyalty to the monarch and patriotism were his duties, and because the emperor liked Pu Du Cihang, he was willing to kneel before the Imperial Preceptor.
But now,
Pu Du Cihang dared to lay claim to the dragon throne. In Zuo Qianhu's eyes, let alone a mere Imperial Preceptor, even a royal relative would be guilty of a capital offense.
The pervasive Buddhist chants poured into his ears,
But they could not break Zuo Qianhu's furious emotions, nor could they convert him.
"Demonic monk, prepare to die!"
Zuo Qianhu suddenly stood up, tore off the monk's robe he was wearing, and swung his fist towards the nearest Imperial Preceptor follower, intending to kill him.
"Who dares to cause trouble in the True Dragon Dojo?"
This commotion was particularly conspicuous among the devoutly kneeling believers.
The Imperial Preceptor follower, holding a demon-subduing staff and with a solemn face, opened his eyes, stopped his lips from moving, and furrowed his brows.
Vajra's furious gaze!
A spiritual Shock mixed with evil energy enveloped Zuo Qianhu.
Zuo Qianhu felt dizzy and disoriented,
Golden Buddhist light appeared in his mind, with the demonic monk Pu Du Cihang sitting in the center, and countless whispers arose, trying to convert him.
"Traitor! Demonic monk! Die!"
Zuo Qianhu roared suddenly, his rough, high-pitched voice shattering the spiritual Shock released by the Imperial Preceptor follower.
Bang, bang, bang.
The Imperial Preceptor follower's face was filled with shock; he hadn't expected Zuo Qianhu to be able to ignore his magic.
Before he could dodge, two fists landed.
Although Zuo Qianhu did not know magic, he had tempered his body for many years and was one of the top martial artists in the entire Great Ming Kingdom.
Crack.
A punch landed on the red-robed monk's cheek, his skull cracked, and his head deformed.
The second punch landed on his chest, breaking his sternum, and bone fragments pierced his living heart, causing blood to pump out continuously.
The red-robed monk's mouth overflowed with blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and he collapsed limply to the ground.
Zuo Qianhu had killed him with two punches.
However,
The dead red-robed monk suddenly underwent a bizarre change; his flesh and blood melted like snow, leaving only a skeletal frame.
The skeleton was covered with black centipedes, each two feet long.
The longest centipede, black with a reddish hue, was as thick as an arm and coiled within the white skull.
It wiggled its dense centipede legs, trying to burrow into the ground.
"Centipedes? They can actually parasitize flesh and blood, creating such a perfect disguise?"
Bang!
He raised his right leg high and stomped it down.
Zuo Qianhu felt his right leg go numb, as if he had crushed a rock. Just based on the hardness of this centipede, it was probably close to becoming a demon.
[Killed a low-level centipede demon, reward points * 20, Experience Points * 20]
Tip: First kill successful, some functions of the Reincarnation Game have been unlocked.
"Reincarnation Game... an illusion?"
Zuo Qianhu was slightly stunned, but quickly turned his head, not dwelling on it.
Because inside the Golden Imperial Hall,
Pu Du Cihang, who had been chanting Buddhist scriptures, had stopped and opened his eyes, looking towards the commotion in the plaza.
He formed a hand seal, a smile on his face,
"Who dares to act violently and slaughter my disciples in the True Dragon Dojo?"
His voice was like a grand bell, resonating majestically, like a thousand pounds pressing down.
Zuo Qianhu thought, 'This is bad,' and quickly covered his ears, but he was still shaken by the sound, his internal organs churning, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.
He looked up,
At the end of his sight, Pu Du Cihang in the Golden Imperial Hall, his fair skin split open on both sides, revealing two hideous, serrated tentacles.
A gaping maw that almost penetrated his throat, and countless pale arms trying to reach out, but to no avail.
They were all court officials and royal relatives devoured by Pu Du Cihang.
Possessing the nation's destiny, they could help Pu Du Cihang ascend to heaven and transform into a true dragon.
"Monster!"
Although Zuo Qianhu was reckless, he was not a fool.
The imperial palace was clearly occupied by monsters, and hundreds of red-robed centipede demons were subtly surrounding him.
And his weapons and armor had been taken away. Even if he could fight a hundred men, he couldn't fight hundreds of monsters bare-handed.
Leave first!
Zuo Qianhu pushed off with his legs, stepping on the backs of the kneeling people, and quickly ran towards the high wall of the imperial palace.
"Do you intend to leave just like that, benefactor? Your killing intent is too great; only by converting to my sect can you eliminate your karma!"
The profound voice echoed.
Countless kneeling people's faces became frenzied, like fanatical believers enchanted by the Buddhist chants, and they began to tear at their skin and flesh.
Zuo Qianhu paused slightly, then, undisturbed, stomped on the head of a centipede demon, using its body to push off the wall, grabbed the top of the wall with both hands, flipped over, and ran wildly into the distance without looking back.
"To be able to ignore [Soul-Reaping Buddhist Chant], interesting!"
Both compassionate and fierce expressions appeared on Pu Du Cihang's face.
He raised his hand, grabbed a kneeling believer, casually threw him into his mouth, and began to chew with crunching sounds.
He kept running until he fled the imperial capital,
Into the eerie desolate forest,
"What a terrifying monster! Even the dragon qi of the imperial palace can't suppress it!"
Zuo Qianhu panted heavily, leaning against a rough tree trunk, barely suppressing the fear in his heart.
The entire imperial city had become the demonic monk's dojo, filled with centipede demons disguised as humans.
In his years of traveling, he had even killed several century-old great demons with his brute strength and exquisite martial arts.
But the feeling Pu Du Cihang gave him,
Was an aura that even hundreds of the century-old great demons he had killed could not compare to.
A thousand-year-old great demon!
A monster of this cultivation level, even if he risked his life, might be useless.
What should he do?
Zuo Qianhu knelt on the ground, his eyes lost.
Suddenly, he remembered that when he was escaping, a special power had resisted Pu Du Cihang's strange Buddhist chant.
He fiddled with it for a long time, and a light screen popped up.
[Zuo Qianhu]
Level: Lv.1
Attributes: Strength 26, Agility 25, Constitution 25, Spirit 9
Profession: [Martial Artist Lv.17]
Equipment: None
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