Left-handed immortality begins with the Demon Suppression Division

Chapter 83 Peng King's Demonic Fire

Boom!

The wooden door fell down with a thud, stirring up some dust.

Outside

The yellow horse, already foaming at the mouth, lay panting in the mud.

The pattering rain fell on the yellow horse, and the intense heat caused the rainwater to evaporate rapidly, forming a thin mist.

Zhiquan, having taken off his raincoat, also removed his bamboo hat. Holding a monk's knife, he stared at the four people inside the house with an icy expression.

"So there were four thieves after all..."

A faint aura of resentment permeated the surroundings. The swordsman's scarlet eyes turned to the monk's face, and he looked at Zhiquan indifferently.

"You ride your horse at breakneck speed, carrying malicious intent, and burst through the gate. What brings you here?"

The sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath, the hilt carrying a murderous intent as it pointed directly at the monk outside the door.

"To be able to calmly pretend that nothing has happened even when death is imminent, this humble monk is ashamed of his own lack of composure."

"Truly a rare and wondrous evil spirit..."

With a sarcastic tone, Zhiquan verbally attacked and insulted each of the four men. His righteous indignation did not resemble that of a monk who cultivated himself and studied Buddhism.

"Venerable Daoyuan, is this the Dharma that you, Daruo Temple, have studied and practiced?"

Daoyuan silently fiddled with the beads, not even glancing at Zhiquan, as if there was nothing in front of the four of them.

Fang Hongxuan's soft whispers reached Zhiquan's ears without missing a single word; though the voice was low, it was as loud as thunder.

Zhiquan, who had just calmed down, was now both surprised and suspicious. He stared intently at the swordsman, then shifted his gaze to the place where Daoyuan was.

"What nonsense is this evil spirit spouting? Where did this venerable one come from?! Is he perhaps trying to deceive this humble monk?"

"wrong!"

"How could he know that the Great Monastery was connected with the Tantric region? And where did he learn the title 'Venerable One'?"

With many doubts, Zhiquan looked at the four people in the room several times, and finally his gaze settled on the novice monk who looked about eight or nine years old.

"Could this be the person that the red-eyed evil spirit was referring to?"

Zhi, whose expression remained completely gloomy, stared intently at Dao Yuan, as if trying to see through him completely.

What Zhiquan initially thought was an ordinary novice monk turned out to be increasingly alarming, as it was not Dao Yuan who was emanating any particular aura.

But he's no different from any other child! That's the biggest problem!

That composure that didn't belong to a child, and that meditative appearance like an old monk, reminded Zhiquan of Abbot Huidu.

"Who exactly are you?!"

With his mind in turmoil, Zhiquan drew his dagger, pointing it directly at Daoyuan. His ferocious and terrifying face now held a hint of bravado masking his underlying weakness.

"A disciple of the Zhi generation has cultivated for five years but hasn't even opened his navel chakra. He truly lacks innate talent and has absolutely no aptitude whatsoever."

"Um..."

"The cultivation sequence of the navel chakra begins with the heart fire, no wonder you've mastered the first stage of the Garuda Demon Fire. You're trying to bypass cultivation by using heretical methods; even if you open your navel chakra, what then?"

Upon hearing this, Zhiquan broke out in a cold sweat, his back soaked through in an instant. He looked at Daoyuan in disbelief.

"Daoyuan Hutuktu can no longer be reincarnated; you could never be him! You fiend, how dare you impersonate the Venerable One of my Great Ruo Temple!"

"You truly deserve to die a thousand deaths; even the most cruel tortures could not atone for the sins that have befallen you!"

The cold, damp air began to distort and wrinkle. The phantom of the Roc King, formed from flames, slowly emerged.

Daoyuan's patched and faded monk's robes were beginning to show signs of burning. Zhiquan felt a little relieved upon seeing this.

"If he were truly Dao Yuan Hutuktu, there would be absolutely no way that the Peng King Demon Fire could burn him."

He must know of the Venerable One's whereabouts. If I capture him and bring him back to the meditation room, Master might even have a chance to compete for the abbot's position!

A greed and desire even more intense than before spread through Zhiquan's heart, and this evil force even overwhelmed his fear.

Dao Yuan sighed softly, and stopped fiddling with the beads in his hand.

"As a disciple of the Great Temple, you have committed treason and shown no respect whatsoever. You shall be punished by being burned by demonic fire."

"The Vow of Chaba Tuo Di! He really is Daoyuan Hutuktu!"

The blazing Peng King's demonic fire instantly spread around Zhiquan. Strangely, although the flames raged inside the house, they had no effect on other items.

Zhiquan screamed and scrambled to his knees before Daoyuan.

"Your Excellency, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please forgive me. From now on, I, Zhiquan, will serve you faithfully. If I disobey you, may I have my hands and feet cut off, my seven orifices destroyed, my tongue pulled out, my body sliced ​​apart, and my body drowned."

"You are unaware of sin; you only know that you are going to die..."

Upon hearing this, Zhiquan's face showed despair, and he knelt blankly before Daoyuan.

All his ambitions and schemes were burned away by the flames until all the ashes of his body were gone, and only then did the flames disappear without a trace.

"What kind of trick is this?! What exactly is this 'Chebadati's Vow'...?"

Fang Hongxuan was deeply shocked. If he were to put himself in Zhi Quan's shoes, he wouldn't even know how to react.

"hehe..."

"Benefactor Fang, he is merely bound by the 'Chapata Thothok'! If it were me now, I would find it difficult to subdue him on my own."

Daoyuan then walked to the dying yellow horse and gently stroked its head with his eyes closed. A burst of Buddhist light emanated from the surrounding area, accompanied by the faint sound of chanting.

The yellow horse, whose life was already in danger and whose death was inevitable, actually stood up. It affectionately nuzzled Daoyuan's bald head.

"Benefactor Fang, how do my methods compare to that mirage dragon?"

Fang Hongxuan had already been shocked enough tonight, but he was still stunned by Dao Yuan's words.

"How did he find out?"

"If I only had one horse, it would be quite tiring to travel to Daruo Temple. This fine yellow horse is just right to carry me."

...

Luo Quanzhou hurriedly arrived near Luo Ji's house, just in time to witness Master Zhiquan's self-immolation and the horse's resurrection.

"Even Master Zhiquan is no match for these two thieves? What about the thirty-seven households of my Shiliang Village then?"

"No, I have to get back as soon as possible to warn them. If the whole clan flees, at least I'll be mentally prepared and won't lose my composure."

Anxious and uneasy, Luo Quanzhou was about to leave quietly to inform his clansmen when he bumped into the strong arm of the swordsman and fell hard.

"Since you're here, why rush to leave? Why not sit down and chat about the old days of Shiliang Village?"

Fang Hongxuan looked down at the terrified Luo Quanzhou, his captivating crimson eyes fixed intently on Luo Quanzhou's neck.

Trembling, Luo Quanzhou tried several times to get up and escape, but his limbs were too weak with fear.

As the crimson eyes drew ever closer, he could no longer bear it and wet his pants. The pungent smell of urine made Fang Hongxuan frown.

"How dare you guide Zhiquan, yet lack the courage to confront me directly?"

Slightly depressed, Fang Hongxuan had no choice but to drag Luo Quanzhou, who was already limp as a rag doll, toward the house.

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