Chapter 454: Zuo Qianhu Becomes a Player

In the world of *A Chinese Ghost Story*, following the death of Shuyao Laomu, a portion of the pollution was cleared, and some lives that had fallen into darkness and lost their senses gradually began to wake up.

Jinluan Dian.

A figure draped in red monk robes inlaid with gold silk trim sat upright on the dragon throne.

On both sides sat red-robed monks dressed in the same fashion.

The head monk, Pudu Cihang, had a fair face and a compassionate expression, as if he were a reincarnation of a golden cicada; his red robes were so vibrant they seemed to burn, setting him off like a Noble of Ling Shan.

Vast Buddha sounds echoed.

Sandalwood incense filled Jinluan Dian, as if one were placed in a golden Buddha kingdom.

Inside Jinluan Dian, countless high officials and Nobles knelt, bathing in the Buddha sounds with pious expressions, seeking transcendence.

They knelt all the way out of the hall, occupying the wide plaza.

Looking over, it was a sea of black, all believers of the Buddha kingdom.

Suddenly,

the moment Shuyao Laomu died, the gray mist permeating the sky seemed to thin slightly.

A figure kneeling in piety suddenly trembled, then, as if waking up, slowly raised their head.

"Pudu Cihang?"

Zuo Qianhu shook his head, feeling a splitting headache.

Inside Jinluan Dian, the Imperial Preceptor Pudu Cihang was actually sitting on the throne?

Audacious!

Zuo Qianhu subconsciously wanted to draw his blade, only to find his waist empty.

He was actually wearing the red monk robes of the Imperial Preceptor's followers.

Scanning left and right,

he discovered that the entire plaza and Jinluan Dian, the kneeling followers of the Imperial Preceptor, actually included most of the high-ranking officials and dignitaries of this country.

Now, they were all prostrate on the ground, kowtowing to the demon monk on the dragon throne!? "Demon monk!"

The rage in Zuo Qianhu's eyes was almost ready to burst forth.

【Pudu Cihang】, a cultivator of mysterious origin, had used various miraculous means to gain the Emperor's trust in just a few months, serving as the Imperial Preceptor of Da Ming Guo.

Loving the house and its crow, the Emperor's respect for the Imperial Preceptor led the entire imperial court to follow suit and worship the Imperial Preceptor.

Even he himself was a loyal believer 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 sovereign and patriotism were his duty. Because the Emperor liked Pudu Cihang, he was willing to kneel to the Imperial Preceptor.

But now,

Pudu Cihang dared to lay a hand on the dragon throne. In Zuo Qianhu's eyes, let alone a mere Imperial Preceptor, even if it were a royal relative, it was a capital crime deserving of death.

The sky-filling Buddha sounds poured into his ears,

but they could not break Zuo Qianhu's angry emotions, nor could they convert him.

"Demon monk, give me your life!"

Zuo Qianhu stood up abruptly, tore off the monk robe draped over his body, and swung his fist to kill the nearest 【Imperial Preceptor believer】.

"Who dares to cause trouble in the Zhenlong Daochang?"

This movement was particularly conspicuous in the midst of the crowd of piously kneeling believers.

Holding a pestle, the solemn-faced Imperial Preceptor believer opened his eyes, his lips stopped moving, and his brows stood upright.

Vajra glaring!

A mental shock mixed with evil energy enveloped Zuo Qianhu.

Zuo Qianhu only felt dizzy,

and in his mind, bursts of golden Buddha Light appeared, with the demon monk Pudu Cihang sitting in the center, and countless ravings rang out, wanting to convert him.

"Traitor! Demon monk! Die!"

Zuo Qianhu roared in anger, his rough and high-pitched voice actually shattering the mental shock released by the Imperial Preceptor believer.

Bang, bang, bang.

The Imperial Preceptor believer was full of shock, not expecting Zuo Qianhu to be able to ignore his magic.

Before he could dodge, two fists smashed down.

Although Zuo Qianhu did not know magic, he had tempered his physical body for many years; looking across the entire Da Ming Guo, he was a top-tier martial artist.

Crack!

One fist smashed into the red-robed monk's cheek; the skull crunched, and the head deformed.

The second fist landed on his chest; the sternum snapped, bone shards pierced into the living heart, and fresh blood pumped out continuously.

Blood spilled from the red-robed monk's mouth, his eyes were bloodshot, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

Zuo Qianhu had beaten him to death with two punches. However,

the dead red-robed monk suddenly underwent a strange change; his flesh melted away like snow, leaving only a white skeleton.

The skeleton was covered in black centipedes, each two feet long.

The longest centipede, black with a hint of red, was as thick as an arm and coiled inside the white skull.

It twisted its dense, numerous centipede legs, trying to burrow into the ground.

"A centipede? It can actually parasitize flesh and pass for the real thing?"

Bang! He raised his right leg high and stomped it to pieces.

Zuo Qianhu felt his right leg go numb; he had the sensation of crushing rock. Based on the hardness of this centipede alone, it was likely on the verge of becoming a monster.

【Killed low-level centipede spirit, Reward Point*20, Experience Value*20】

Notification: First kill successful, some functions of the Samsara Game have been unlocked.

"Samsara Game... is this Genjutsu?"

Zuo Qianhu was slightly stunned, but he quickly turned his head away, not continuing to immerse himself in it.

Because inside the Jinluan Dian,

Pudu Cihang, who had been chanting Buddhist sounds, had stopped, opened his eyes, and looked toward the plaza where the disturbance had appeared.

With fingers pinched in a flower gesture and a smile on his face, he said, "Who is it that dares to act violently in the Zhenlong Daochang and slaughter my disciples?"

The voice was like a great bell, magnificent and reverberating, as if ten thousand catties were pressing down from above.

Zuo Qianhu secretly thought it was bad and hurriedly covered his ears, but he was still shaken by this sound, his internal organs churning, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.

He raised his head.

At the end of his line of sight, the Pudu Cihang on the Jinluan Dian had his fair, clean skin split open on both sides, revealing two ferocious, serrated tentacles.

In the abyss-like mouth that almost pierced through his throat, countless pale arms wanted to reach out, but it was all in vain.

They were all high-ranking court officials and imperial relatives swallowed by Pudu Cihang.

Possessing the nation's destiny, they could help Pudu Cihang ascend to heaven and transform into a true dragon.

"Monster!"

Although Zuo Qianhu was reckless, he was not a fool.

The imperial palace had clearly been occupied by the monster, and vaguely, hundreds of centipede demons clad in red monk robes were surrounding him.

And since his weapons and Armor had been taken away, even if he could fight a hundred men, he could not fight hundreds of monsters empty-handed.

Leave first!

Zuo Qianhu exerted force with his legs, stepped on the backs of the kneeling people, and ran rapidly toward the high walls of the imperial palace.

"You wish to leave just like this? Benefactor, your killing intent is too great; only by converting to my sect can you eliminate your karmic obstacles!"

The magnificent, abyss-like voice echoed.

Countless kneeling people had crazed expressions, like fanatics obsessed with the Buddhist sounds, and began to tear at their own skin and flesh.

Zuo Qianhu paused for a moment, then, as if unaffected, stepped on the head of a centipede demon, used the force to leap at the wall, grabbed the top of the wall with both hands to flip over, and ran wildly into the distance without looking back.

"To be able to ignore the 【Soul-Slaying Buddhist Sound】, interesting!"

Two expressions, one of compassion and one of ferocity, appeared on the face of Pudu Cihang.

He raised his hand to grab a kneeling believer, threw them into his mouth at will, and began to chew with a crunching sound.

Having run all the way out of the imperial capital,

In the gloomy, desolate forest, "What a terrifying monster, it cannot even be suppressed by the dragon Qi of the imperial palace!"

Zuo Qianhu panted heavily, his back against a rough tree trunk, barely suppressing the fear in his heart.

The entire imperial city had become the Daochang of the demon monk, and everywhere there were centipede demons disguised as humans.

In his years of traveling far and wide, he had relied on his own savage blood and exquisite martial arts to kill several century-old demons.

But the feeling Pudu Cihang gave him,

Was an aura that even hundreds of the century-old demons he had killed could not compare to.

A thousand-year-old demon!

Against a monster with this level of cultivation, even if he risked his life, it might be useless.

What should he do? Zuo Qianhu knelt on the ground, his eyes lost.

Suddenly, he remembered that when he was escaping just now, a special power had resisted the strange Buddhist sound of Pudu Cihang.

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 (End of this chapter)