Chapter 362: The Strongest Du Shi Zhen Jing

You think everyone else is a fool, but in the end, you realize you're the idiot.

That feeling isn't pleasant at all.

Tian Hejin recalled everything he had done along the way, thinking he was striking at Yu Kongyuan.

In her heart, he was probably as ridiculous as a jumping clown.

He always thought he was a great villain, but compared to the people around him, he turned out to be the innocent little white flower.

Probably only Fei Yuan Shisan is more simple-minded than him, Tian Hejin, but Fei Yuan Shisan is a tool person after all.

This guy's head only contains thoughts like "get stronger," "protect the master," and nothing else.

Wiping the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, Tian Hejin roared and charged at Yu Kongyuan once more.

No matter, he has an undying body; even if the other party's power is stronger than his...

Fei Yuan Shisan flashed into view before Yu Kongyuan, the sharp blade in his hand slashing horizontally, drawing a black dark gleam.

A deep wound, visible to the bone, appeared on Tian Hejin's chest, blood flowing continuously.

The recovery speed was much slower than before.

"Hm?" Yu Kongyuan was somewhat surprised.

"Master." Fei Yuan Shisan turned his head slightly, revealing a profile, "My power has finally increased."

Affected by the "Du Shi Zhen Jing" in the Scripture Pavilion, and then saved back by Tang Luo.

Inside his body lies a portion of the life force belonging to the Scripture Seeker.

Fei Yuan Shisan turned misfortune into fortune; he is now a Ghost Driver, fully capable of forming his own Ghost Driver clan.

Strength skyrocketed, incomparable to before.

"Good." Yu Kongyuan revealed a faint smile, stepped to the side, and looked at the struggling-to-recover Tian Hejin, "We are enemies now, which wastes time, dragging each other down."

"What?" Tian Hejin asked.

"Master Xuanzang has gone to the Scripture Pavilion. Whether he ultimately wins, or Huangquan wins." Yu Kongyuan said, "If we internally consume each other here, I'm afraid neither of us will survive."

"Huangquan is one thing. If Master Xuanzang wins, why wouldn't we survive?" Tian Hejin said.

Yu Kongyuan shook his head: "Can't you see? Master Xuanzang has his own purpose; he's different from us. He's fundamentally not a Scripture Seeker born from this Ginseng Fruit Tree."

Tian Hejin was slightly stunned, recalled many details, and immediately reached the same conclusion as Yu Kongyuan.

That Tang Xuanzang is simply too powerful.

He doesn't share the same origin as them; one could say he is of the same source as the Du Shi Zhen Jing, has the right to choose, can actively accept the Du Shi Zhen Jing's power, rather than passively.

It is because he is powerful that the Du Shi Zhen Jing has no effect on him.

"I don't know what Master Xuanzang's purpose ultimately is." Yu Kongyuan said, "But we must prepare for the worst."

"Alright..." Tian Hejin nodded, admitting Yu Kongyuan made a lot of sense, "So what do you plan to do?"

Yu Kongyuan walked to the Ginseng Fruit Tree, touched the main trunk, his expressionless face changing to reveal a hint of a smile: "Of course, eat it."

"We can become its fertilizer, so why can't it become our fertilizer?"

Tian Hejin laughed: "Hahaha! Yu Kongyuan, how many people have you fooled looking like this?"

Yu Kongyuan shook his head: "I've never deceived anyone. I want to obtain the true Du Shi Zhen Jing to save the world. Before that, I need power. That Huangquan was right; only power can save the world. If you can't even control your own destiny, how can you talk about saving others?"

"Good." Tian Hejin clapped twice, "However, I don't agree."

"Hm?" Yu Kongyuan froze, not expecting Tian Hejin to give such an answer, "Why?"

The old monster, tortured for decades with a long-twisted heart, revealed a malicious smile: "Nothing to be surprised about. The reason I don't agree is simple: I just don't want to make you happy."

You're unhappy, I'm happy.

Harming others without benefiting oneself, harming others and harming oneself — this is Tian Hejin's choice.

As he spoke, the injuries on Tian Hejin's body had fully recovered: "Hey, undying body, I like this ability, hope you have it too."

Saying this, he charged at Yu Kongyuan again.

Yu Kongyuan shook his head, opened his mouth and spat out the word "Stupid."

Stupid? In her view perhaps it is stupid, but from Tian Hejin's angle: it feels damn good! That's enough.

Xiaotianquan leaped up, detached from the top of Yu Kongyuan's head, and landed on the roofs around the courtyard.

This little girl no longer needs her protection.

Come to think of it, if Xiao Chan were this calm, the master wouldn't need to worry... Huh, who is Xiao Chan? Who is the master?

Xiaotianquan shook its head, memory fragments flashing back, like waves on the shore, fleeting as a night-blooming cereus.

Yu Kongyuan glanced at that cute little cat, then focused her attention back on the Ginseng Fruit Tree, the hand pressed on the trunk clenching slightly with force.

The Ginseng Fruit Tree's leaves rustled without wind again, making a "shasha" sound.

Listening closely, it faintly sounded like countless people humming in low voices.

Over there, Fei Yuan Shisan blocked the reckless, truly undying Tian Hejin, creating more time for his master.

But he would occasionally look toward that high tower, the Scripture Pavilion.

That place is the most critical spot.

Inside the Scripture Pavilion, Tang Luo looked at the Du Shi Zhen Jing beside him.

"This one won't do."

"This one is too trash."

"What flashy nonsense, still need to sway back and forth posing for minutes, are you an idiot?"

One "Du Shi Zhen Jing" after another was evaluated by Tang Luo as worthless.

Ao Yulie's body was shrouded in the protective power of the Merit Jade Lotus; borrowing the Merit Jade Lotus's power, he tried his best to expel the influence of the toxic Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi on him.

Huangquan walked at the very front. After the Du Shi Zhen Jing on the first floor were all disparaged by Tang Luo, he led the two toward the second floor.

The second floor was no longer simply a Scripture Pavilion; it was also Huangquan's laboratory.

All kinds of twisted corpses were piled up, and there were also quite a few living things wriggling on the ground.

There were also severed limbs of flesh avatars that looked almost exactly like Huangquan, just casually discarded on the ground.

As Huangquan walked over, he even kicked his own "head" to the side without a care.

The second floor of the Scripture Pavilion looked not much better than a slaughterhouse.

However, this place was not shrouded in a layer of sound like that, not to the point of causing people to continuously mutate.

"Only the True Scriptures on the third floor count as powerful; it's a pity that for many years no scripture-fetcher has been able to set foot there." Huangquan led the two to the stairs leading to the third floor.

Just as they stepped on them, Ao Yulie, whose ears had been quiet, heard bursts of faint, strange sounds again.

It was hard to distinguish whether they were human or beast, crying or laughing.

A trace of red light flashed in his eyes; he shook his head, suppressing all kinds of chaotic thoughts.

As Tang Luo ascended the steps.

The number of "World-Crossing True Scriptures" on the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion decreased greatly, only a sparse dozen or so.

And, judging by appearance, they were all humanoid.

Only a small portion had some mutated features; these features were just like Ao Yulie actively transforming into his dragon-man state.

They did not make them look twisted; on the contrary, they looked quite extraordinary.

But those sounds far exceeding the first floor, driving one mad, spoke of the danger level of these "World-Crossing True Scriptures."

The seemingly extraordinary appearance was merely a disguise.

"Take a look." Huangquan's face was full of fanaticism and excitement, "If you can smoothly accept the power of these True Scriptures, then perhaps you can try to go see the greatest True Scripture!"

"The greatest True Scripture?" Ao Yulie looked at Huangquan.

"Yes." Huangquan nodded, pointing at the top of his head, "At the top of the tower, there is the current greatest World-Crossing True Scripture."

"Then let's go see." Tang Luo said.

"You don't even think these are worthy of a look?" Huangquan looked at Tang Luo and asked, "Or, why not try one first?"

"How to try?" Tang Luo casually grabbed out, seizing one of the "World-Crossing True Scriptures" in his hand.

"Just like this, this works." Huangquan said, "Do you feel it? A force surging in..."

Before his words fell, a flash of firelight sparked on the "World-Crossing True Scripture" in Tang Luo's hand, then it turned into a pile of ashes and fell.

"Trash." Tang Luo said rudely, "Let's go, go see the greatest one."

"... Okay." Huangquan blanked for a moment, but didn't get angry because the World-Crossing True Scripture was destroyed, and continued leading Tang Luo and them upward.

Leaving the third floor, the sounds by their ears instantly vanished.

Ao Yulie let out a slight breath of relief; this world was already bad enough to begin with, and this place was the "top priority" of that badness.

If possible, he hoped to leave quickly.

Of course, Ao Yulie had never forgotten their most fundamental purpose: they had come to find Third Senior Brother Sha Wujing.

Up to now, they had already found "traces" left by Third Senior Brother.

They even unexpectedly saw the crookedly grown, already bizarre Ginseng Fruit Tree, yet still did not see Third Senior Brother.

Could it be that he had already found a passage or gate to other worlds and left this world that basically allows a triple-kill?

Or perhaps...

Thinking of another possibility, Ao Yulie couldn't help but clench his fist; dragon scales could be seen faintly appearing.

Arriving at the fourth floor, what the three saw was no longer "World-Crossing True Scriptures," or rather, a part of a World-Crossing True Scripture.

A pair of large, greenish-black feet.

Withered and thin, skin over bones, nails extended out, extremely sharp, like black curved blades.

Looking up, one could see thick black mist shrouding it, covering most of the body, like a half-body black robe.

This massive, withered body like dry bones occupied the remaining portion of the high tower.

Standing here looking, one couldn't even make out the true appearance of this "World-Crossing True Scripture."

To the side, there was a cylindrical pillar going up, with spiral stairs winding around it.

"Please follow me." Huangquan said, heading up along the stairs.

Ao Yulie took a deep breath and followed behind Tang Luo.

The three's steps were extremely fast; they soon reached the small platform at the top of the stairs.

They saw the true appearance of "this person."

An iron-green face, not a shred of flesh, like a layer of skin directly covering the skull, a head of red, disheveled hair.

Eyes wide open, almost perfectly round.

Yet the pupils were dull and lusterless, not a trace of spirit, like a dead object.

Further down, ribs thicker than house beams were clearly visible; hanging on the chest was a string of "Buddhist beads."

Not round beads, but huge white skulls one by one, not human, but all kinds of bizarre skulls, nine in total.

"How great, every time I see it, I can't help but want to..."

Before Huangquan's words fell, a gust of strong wind rushed at their faces.

Ao Yulie transformed into his dragon-man form and threw a punch, striking straight at Huangquan's face.

The dragon-claw fist stopped before Huangquan's eyes; the fierce gale blew Huangquan's monk robes flapping loudly.

Yet he didn't show the slightest fear, just calmly watching Ao Yulie.

"Master?" Ao Yulie turned his head in shock.

He stopped his fist, not of his own will, nor did Huangquan make a move.

A hand grabbed his wrist, blocking Ao Yulie's fist; it was none other than Tang Luo.

"You two, want to obstruct the great undertaking of fetching scriptures?" Looking at Tang Luo, Huangquan took a step back, his gaze gradually turning dangerous.

"Still not awake?" Tang Luo released his hand, looking at Huang Quan, "Wu Jing."