Chapter 111: Don't Kill Me, I've Even Treated You to a Meal Before

An evil god statue carrying the scent of blood and incense — the Eight-Faced Ghost Buddha, a deity worshipped by some wicked head-lowering masters in the Nanyang region for over two hundred years.

It primarily takes human sacrifices, and favors children, especially those under eight years old.

In the mortal world, it is a demonic evil guilty of the ten unforgivable sins.

You have established a sect and become the Twenty-Fifth Patriarch of the Daoist Gate, hold the Los Angeles Daoist Branch, and should cut down mountains and smash temples to sweep away demonic evils, purify the universe, and slay it on the spot!

Actually, upon seeing this, Chen Yaozu had already planned to turn and run — an evil god worshipped with bloody methods for over two hundred years.

With what could he slay it? Use his own head to slay it?

Fortunately, a line of information below put his heart completely at ease.

After you saved people from disaster, merit envelops you, making it hard for gods and Buddhas to invade — let alone an evil god! Moreover, the other party has seized control of this land but has not been registered, so the divine methods it can use in this world are subject to many restrictions.

Furthermore, you are the master of the Eastern Daoist Lineage, and are also registered in this country; your Qi Luck is unrestricted, not hindering the Celestial Dynasty's legitimate stance toward Southeast Asian tributary states.

You need only hold the Three-Foot Merit Sword, carry the seal forward, and chop this minor evil god helping a tributary state down from beneath the altar!

This is a great good; killing to protect life — it will bring great merit!

Also, after slaying this evil god, you may use the Los Angeles Zhi Zhong Gongyin to devour the incense divine power it has accumulated from over two hundred years of offerings, wash away the impurities, and feed it back to your own cultivation, quickly opening the gate to cultivation.

But you must know: the Way of Heaven harmonizes the orthodox and the unorthodox, existence and non-existence give birth to each other; therefore this matter has benefits but also drawbacks.

The Eight-Faced Ghost Buddha is an evil god of Siam; having received offerings from believers for over two hundred years, its bloody and bizarre nature has harmed countless lives over two centuries — its karmic sins are extremely heavy.

If you accept its divine power, you are accepting a portion of its karma.

Although you have merit protecting you, and the Daoist Gate's Twenty-Fifth Patriarch Zhi Zhong Gongyin helps you refine the impurities, it is ultimately impossible to remove all its sins.

Those who cultivate using its divine power are easily misled by karma, their nature changes, and they enter the demonic path.

You can also take it slow, spend a sixty-year cycle slowly grinding...

A sixty-year cycle? Crazy — sixty years to slowly grind.

If you want to quickly remove the karma from the evil god's divine power, there is a way! In the eleventh year of Zhengtong Era Era of the Great Ming, the court readjusted and reestablished three Pacification Commissions and six Appeasement Commissions on the southwestern border of Yunnan.

Besides the domestic portion, the scope of the three Pacification and six Appeasement Commissions roughly includes the present-day Blackjack people, Siam, and Laos — all those in Dianzhong who can be mobilized.

That is to say, Siam is a tributary state under the court's governance!

If you can rebuild the Great Ming Pacification Commissioner Office, you will be conquering the evil god in the legitimate name of the court — justified cause; the other party's divine power becomes spoils of war, and the karma is reduced by half.

Then, within the Great Ming Pacification Commissioner Office, using Humanity's Qi as firewood, add a flame to the great furnace where the Zhi Zhong Gongyin refines divine power.

Note: the more people under your governance, the more flourishing the Pacification Commission's Humanity's Qi, the faster the divine power is refined!

Tip: the other party has received offerings for over two hundred years — only the Three-Foot Merit Sword can kill it; if you don't know what the Three-Foot Merit Sword is, retreat immediately!

Otherwise, the vast merit on you is also something the other party covets!

Hiss...

Chen Yaozu thought he was the hunter; before reading that last tip, he had always thought he was the hunter.

But after reading the last line, he understood — he could be the hunter, or he could be the prey.

Does the other party have the ability to harm him?

Looking at the Eight-Faced Ghost Buddha kneeling on the ground before him, unable to rise, glaring at his skeleton with a gaze that wanted to kill him — he knew the answer.

Gods and Buddhas find it hard to invade — not that they cannot invade.

Liu Xing heard the Eight-Faced Ghost Buddha's greedy murmur just now; after most of his blood Qi and lifespan were devoured, his hair turned gray-white like a skeleton's, and he laughed.

"Hahahaha, good, good, good! Just now I was regretting that my revenge had no hope! Yet I never expected you have something on you that the Venerable God wants!

Chen Yaozu, today you cannot run!

The Venerable God will eat you!

Hahahaha!"

Looking at this skeleton-like ghostly appearance, Chen Yaozu knew the person before him was undoubtedly the one who sent ghosts to ambush him.

That the other party's evil god wanted something on him — of course it was merit; he already knew.

But seeing how confident and arrogant the other party spoke, the Eight-Faced Ghost Buddha must be quite formidable.

He cautiously planted his feet, neither advancing nor retreating, then asked with curiosity: "Revenge — does Your Excellency have a grudge against me?"

"Of course!"

Liu Xing struggled to his feet, swaying, and gritted his teeth: "My father Liu Ben, also called Kaduo, the leader of the largest Chinese gang in Southeast Asia.

Originally, all of this was mine.

But your uncle Tage, in order to seize the top position, has spent these years recruiting the gang's elites and has completely sidelined my father!

A man with a terminal illness about to die, childless — why does he want the top position so badly?

It's all for you! Once he takes the top position, even if he dies, his loyal subordinates will surely bring you over to inherit his everything! So I tried to kill you first, but why didn't you die? I'm unwilling..."

Chen Yaozu suddenly understood — so everything the original body encountered before he transmigrated was because this person thought San Shu was seizing their family foundation for the original body, so this head-lowering master struck at him?

But the original body was truly wronged; San Shu held the status of Grandfather — even if he took the top position and died, the one taking over his forces would definitely not be himself.

So the original body merely suffered an undeserved disaster.

But there's no need to explain now; the person before him — tonight was no longer that important.

Looking at the increasingly gloomy and dense Thousand-Handed Eight-Faced Ghost Buddha before him, he suddenly woke up, his gaze sweeping the surroundings — he discovered this place had changed.

It became a pitch-black void; distant lights could not be seen, and even the Ghost Mirror Troops he had stationed around could not be sensed. Here, the only things clearly visible were this altar table, the ferocious god statue on it that seemed to be sneering, and the trembling skeleton man before the altar.

Himself, and Li Jianguo behind him carrying the Ghost Mirror.

Ghost Wall? A higher-grade Ghost Wall.

Or, one could say this is an Evil God Domain.

An alternative, simpler, and temporary domain similar to a Cave Heaven Blessed Land created by an evil god.

Now even if they wanted to rush to the god statue, they couldn't — a layer of misty black fog had appeared there too.

Li Jianguo saw it too; he asked with some tension: "Seal Mastery Celestial Master, we might be in danger now — what should we do?"

What to do? There's nothing for it but to go all in!

But Chen Yaozu glanced at the Los Angeles Zhi Zhong Gongyin in his own hand — the Seal was there, but where was the Sword?

Not to mention him, even Li Jianguo didn't have any blade or sword on him!

They only had guns! Since they had no swords, why did the Deduction Probe's Eye give a solution saying to wield the Three-Foot Merit Sword and behead the enemy?

As he pondered, the eerie Evil God domain of darkness around them was slowly shrinking, and growing ever thicker as it pressed toward them.

Faintly, they could already hear children's weeping, young girls' screams, and people's shrill, venomous curses emerging from the gradually compressing Evil God domain.

One could even see countless hands in the dark mist — as if the moment they brushed close, those countless hands would grab them and drag them into the black fog.

Li Jianguo held the mirror horizontally before him with a tense face, shielding himself and the frown-knit, thinking Chen Yaozu.

Sword? What is a Sword? A flash of insight struck his mind, and he looked at Li Jianguo beside him.

"Old Li, what is the Son of Heaven's Sword, the Prince's Sword, the Commoner's Sword?"

Old Li was a professor; even though the situation was urgent now, his knowledge reserves hadn't deserted him.

"Zhuangzi on the Sword?"

He looked up in surprise at Chen Yaozu — for him to suddenly ask this question in such a crisis, it was obviously because it could resolve the current crisis.

"Exactly! I am the Seal Mastery Celestial Master of the Daoist One Lineage; a Celestial Master has rank and grade, and is a Prince! Today I would wield the Prince's Sword to slay this Evil God! Li Jianguo, will you serve as the three-foot Merit Sword's edge for my god-slaying?"

Li Jianguo nearly went dumbfounded at hearing this.

He knew what the Prince's Sword was — the Prince's Sword uses the wise and brave as its edge, the upright and incorruptible as its guard, the worthy and good as its spine, the loyal and sage as its pommel, the heroic and outstanding as its flanking plates.

This Sword, thrust straight it has no equal before it, raised it has none above it, pressed down it has none below it, wielded it has none beside it.

Above it models the round heaven to follow the three lights, below it models the square earth to follow the four seasons, in the middle it harmonizes the people's will to pacify the four districts.

Once this Sword is used, it is like the shock of thunder — within the four borders, none fail to submit and obey the lord's command.

This is the Prince's Sword!

Now?

Myself as the Sword's edge? That's not how it's explained!

That's a principle of statecraft!

But since Chen Yaozu put it this way, there was definitely his reasoning.

Li Jianguo looked at the seemingly sneering Thousand-Hand Eight-Faced Evil God statue before him, then turned back to Chen Yaozu currently holding up the Great Seal, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: he really thinks highly of me!

"Seal Mastery Celestial Master, Li Jianguo is willing to be the Sword edge of the Three-Foot Merit Sword in your hand!"

The moment the words fell, even he could see golden light on Chen Yaozu's body, and the mirror hugged in his own arms also burst forth with dazzling golden radiance.

And on his own body, a layer of merit light so faint it was almost invisible instantly surged, merged, and covered himself as well as the sprayer in his hand.

The mirror floated up and hovered above the two men's heads in midair, like a suction vent it suddenly erupted with a suction force targeting only the Evil God domain pressing in from all around, sucking the surrounding pitch-black dense fog into the mirror.

"Prince's Sword — wise and brave as the edge."

Li Jianguo roared these words, the fifty- or sixty-year-old biting his cheek raised the sprayer in his hand, red eyes charging dead at the Thousand-Hand Eight-Faced Evil God statue.

"Boom—"

The shotgun in his hand, covered in golden light, let out a roar like never before; the muzzle flash spraying out, for the first time felt that clear, that blinding.

Chen Yaozu at the side, holding the Great Seal, followed close behind — one kick sent the skeletal Liu Xing flying, then after Li Jianguo's shotgun shattered the statue's features, his Great Seal slammed down ruthlessly.

"Roar…"

A shrill howl.

From the Eight-Faced Guifo shattered by the shotgun, a divine soul struggled out and flew toward midair like a meteor — it knew that if struck by the Celestial Master's Seal, it would likely meet its end here.

But it seemed too late.

A palm-sized golden Seal manifested in midair, suddenly appearing before the fleeing Eight-Faced Guifo's eyes, and ruthlessly one Seal smashed down onto its forehead.

Gods and spirits also have weight, even if only a divine soul that has already left the statue.

Heavily smashed to the Ground, then the shotgun in Li Jianguo's hand, covered in golden light, pressed against its head, about to pull the trigger.

The Eight-Faced Guifo's divine soul was full of terror — this shot down, and it would scatter from this World.

It hurriedly knelt prostrate on the ground, begging for mercy from Chen Yaozu who held the Great Seal with shining eyes.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! Celestial Master, in the Zhengtong Era Era Era, I at the Pacification Commission once treated you Dragon Tiger Mountain Celestial Masters to a meal!"

(Chapter End)