Chapter 539: Jinlan Kasaya!

Hearing that cry, Princess Iron Fan instantly let out a huge breath of relief. It worked!

It finally worked!

If not for the wrong time and place, Princess Iron Fan would have loved to just lie there like this, thinking of nothing, quietly feeling the flowers bloom and fall, the clouds gather and disperse.

However, this relaxation was only physical.

Mentally, she still maintained a state of tension; she couldn't help but wonder what the demon monk Tang Xuanzang would do next.

Could her resurrected old bull even match up against this demon monk?

During the fight just now, Princess Iron Fan had already fully realized the demon monk Tang Xuanzang's strength. Compared to the berserk state of the past, the current him could only be described as unfathomable.

Princess Iron Fan was completely unable to fathom where Tang Luo's limits lay.

She also didn't know what trump cards he might have; that thing, after all, was...

"Let's go, take a look," Tang Luo said, looking at those monks, "Take good care of your Venerable."

"Take me too," Nezha immediately spoke up; he absolutely couldn't miss this.

"Mm." Tang Luo grabbed Princess Iron Fan (the Banana Leaf Fan had already been stowed away by her) and Nezha with both hands, heading toward the source of the Bull Demon King's voice.

"Father King..."

"Father King! Wake up a bit!"

The pale, weak Red Boy roared at the tall figure not far in front of him.

Mother hasn't left!

That figure was about three meters tall, a pair of black bull horns soaring skyward, not particularly sharp, instead possessing a kind of ancient, unadorned feel.

A square face, thick brows and big eyes, wide nose and broad mouth, seemingly carrying a trace of honest, simple aura.

The premise being you don't look at his eyes; those crimson pupils were filled with nothing but ferocity, brutality, madness, and pain!

That berserk aura lived up to the name Bull Demon.

In many places, his body was composed of the special materials seen on the Two-Faced Buddha, Ananda and Kasyapa.

He wore a suit of red-black armor, his legs were shaped like bull hooves, and a bull tail was swaying behind him.

A half-human, half-bull, half-mechanical Bull Demon King, red light still emanating from his body, towering ferocious flames.

Following Red Boy's shouts, the Bull Demon King abruptly turned his head, looking at Red Boy; the pained expression on his face became even more pronounced, red patterns beginning to surface.

On the black-red armor, blood light surged, as if fresh blood was welling up, flowing across it.

As he looked at Red Boy, the Bull Demon King reached out; at first it still seemed like a gesture to touch his child with fingertips or the back of his hand.

Halfway extended, the motion suddenly changed; palm turning toward Red Boy, five fingers spread, sharp "claws" ejecting.

Like knives.

Unknown whether he intended to claw five holes in Red Boy's head — or directly twist this brat's head off.

Red Boy barely dodged.

This grab of the Bull Demon King carried a massive suction force, making it impossible for him to break free and escape.

Red Boy's condition was naturally terrible; leaving aside the injuries from the Shanhai Realm's collapse that had never fully healed, they just weren't that severe.

Later, fighting Nezha, the black smoke he spewed wasn't without cost either.

Not to mention the enormous expenditure of using Samadhi True Fire to deal with the Two-Faced Buddha.

Assembling the final piece of the puzzle, resurrecting the Bull Demon King, basically put Red Boy in the same situation as his own mother.

Even moving a little was an extravagance.

At the critical moment, a sturdy figure appeared before Red Boy, wielding the Nine-Toothed Rake, bracing against the Bull Demon King's grab.

"Hiss..."

Pigsy sucked in a cold breath, nearly stepping back, "Shancai, what good stuff did you guys outfit your dad with? This power..."

This power was already in no way inferior to the Bull Demon King of old.

Even the berserkness had a few points of surpassing it.

Red Boy had no time to answer; Ao Yulie arrived at his side, reached out to grab him, and carried him off like a chick.

"Let him go!"

The Bull Demon King roared, withdrawing his hand to chase after Ao Yulie, himself perhaps unclear whether it was to protect or to kill.

The Nine-Toothed Rake blocked his path.

Pigsy said: "Before Master arrives, you'd best behave and stay right here."

The Bull Demon King abruptly turned his head, crimson eyes looking at Pigsy, two streams of scorching white smoke blasting from his nose.

Without another word, his massive body crouched down, fists clenched at his sides, then a single charge, both fists blasting out simultaneously.

A massive phantom of a giant bull emerged behind the Bull Demon King, head lowered, using its horns to thrust upward at Pigsy from below.

Bull Demon Props Up Heaven!

Only a fool would contest brute strength with this wild bull; Pigsy swung the Nine-Toothed Rake, flames and snowflakes, divine light surging, slightly hindering the Bull Demon King's motion before his body retreated rapidly.

The Bull Demon King pursued Pigsy relentlessly.

The two began to skirmish.

"Let me ask you something!"

Over there, Ao Yulie grabbed Red Boy, whose face was wooden yet couldn't hide his panic, "Among the things you 'installed' in your dad? Is there my Master's Jinlan Kasaya!"

By the end, his tone was incomparably severe.

Red Boy was just about to answer when a black shadow swept past carrying a gale; he turned and saw Tang Luo arrive dragging Nezha and his mother.

After landing, he even tossed the two onto the ground.

"Mother!" Red Boy shouted loudly.

Ao Yulie also let go, tossing Red Boy over there; mother and son reunited, without any scene of embracing and weeping bitterly.

Princess Iron Fan looked toward the battlefield of Pigsy and Bull Demon King, sensing that crazy, violent, and pained aura from her old bull: "What's going on!"

"I don't know." Red Boy carried a hint of a sob in his voice, "It clearly should have been fine!"

All the steps were correct; there was no reason Bull Demon King would suffer such agony from the obsidian poison, even go mad, and his madness didn't seem entirely caused by pain either.

"Master..." Ao Yulie walked to Tang Luo's side, whispering a few words.

"For real?" The expression on Tang Luo's face was a bit strange, the corners of his mouth twitching twice.

He walked over to this mother and son: "You used my Brocade Cassock, wanting to suppress the obsidian poison?"

"Is there a problem?" Red Boy asked, "Holy Monk, your cassock..."

"Heh, truly an old birthday star hanging himself — tired of living." Tang Luo said, "Do you know the origin of my Brocade Cassock, that you dare use it recklessly?"

"... Isn't it a Buddhist supreme treasure bestowed by the Buddha?" Nezha asked in puzzlement.

Tang Luo's Brocade Cassock was a Buddhist supreme treasure bestowed by the Buddha through Guanyin when he journeyed west.

The specific effects were not clear to everyone.

Nezha only vaguely knew this cassock had remarkable defensive and transformation abilities, and being a Buddhist supreme treasure, it would more or less have the effect of exorcising evil and averting calamity.

Not to mention being able to clear the obsidian poison, if it exerted its effect, suppressing its poison for a period of time should be no problem.

Within this time, at the very least it would be a Bull Demon King at full strength; perhaps he could find a better method.

After Princess Iron Fan and Red Boy unintentionally found the Brocade Cassock, this was their plan.

For this plan, they acted, and ultimately "succeeded".

"Although the cassock was bestowed by the Buddha, it wasn't a magic treasure he refined; it belonged to Golden Cicada." Tang Luo said, "It isn't some magic treasure with healing, exorcising, or calamity-averting abilities. If anything, it's about the same as your Silk Sash."

The Brocade Cassock Guanyin handed to him was a magic treasure left behind by Golden Cicada in his past life.

Whether hearing about it, seeing it, or even on the surface, it was thoroughly a Buddhist supreme treasure; using it even made one feel warm and comfortable, extremely deceptive.

But it really wasn't some "compassionate salvation" magic treasure.

"Even my Silk Sash." Nezha said, "If I were the one using it, to a certain extent it could also suppress the obsidian poison."

The Silk Sash can attack, can defend, and can more or less suppress the obsidian poison — even if the poison erupts inside the body — after all, it's a magic treasure connected to one's own mind and spirit.

The connection between Tang Luo and the Brocade Cassock had already become very faint, about the same as the connection between Nezha and the Gold Brick.

Only now, being this close, could he barely sense the existence of the Brocade Cassock.

To regain control of this magic treasure, he would need to be even closer... and moreover, this magic treasure was now in Bull Demon King's "hands".

Like an unbridled wild horse, not something Tang Luo could recall with just a few casual calls.

"Could it really not work? I clearly used the Brocade Cassock before, it can suppress the obsidian poison!" Red Boy said.

Princess Iron Fan also stared at Tang Luo.

They certainly couldn't have just gone all-in based on the Brocade Cassock's reputation; they had done experiments beforehand, and the Brocade Cassock indeed could suppress the obsidian poison to a certain extent.

There was no problem with this point.

"Too shallow." Tang Luo said, "You only saw the surface, didn't go deeper..."

"Forget it."

Thinking it over, he didn't continue explaining; Tang Luo shook his head, "You'll see for yourselves."

As he spoke, he slapped a Flight Talisman onto himself, drifting leisurely toward Bull Demon King.

Bull Demon King, still wildly attacking Pigsy, seemed to sense something; he instantly stopped his movements and looked toward Tang Luo.

On the black armor, fresh blood flowed more and more.

Red light permeated, almost becoming substantial; the red patterns on his face grew denser, and had already turned dark red, faintly turning black.

Anyone could see Bull Demon King had almost fallen into a desperate situation.

The obsidian poison had not been suppressed by the Brocade Cassock; on the contrary, it seemed to have been stimulated, forming another kind of "poison".

A deadly poison that drives one mad, to die in agony.

Pigsy flew behind Tang Luo, wiping sweat from his forehead: "This old bull, really treating old Pig me like his father-killing enemy."

"He's already lost his reason; he sees everyone as an enemy." Tang Luo said, "First kill all living beings before him, after killing destroy everything destructible before him, then..."

Then either self-mutilate and commit suicide, or be eroded to death by the deadly poison.

The threat Tang Luo emitted only made the mad Bull Demon King pause slightly.

A moment later, heedless of everything, he launched an attack at Tang Luo, the source of the danger he felt.

"Moo!"

Accompanied by a bull demon's furious roar, the earth began to shake; incomparably heavy power surged toward Tang Luo, about to drag him down, pin him on the ground unable to move.

Then trample him to death directly with his bull hooves!

"Let you see the true face of the Brocade Cassock."

As Tang Luo descended, he reached out, aiming at Bull Demon King, a finger moving.

On the armor Bull Demon King wore, which could be said to be part of his body, the flowing fresh blood instantly "sank in", forming cracks.

Shard by shard it shattered and fell, red light blazing greatly.

One could see a red "tattered cloth" covering his body, with golden patterns on it; the red cloth was partly connected to his body, just like a component of his body.

It was precisely the Brocade Cassock.

Around Bull Demon King's body, within the red light, a large number of illusory faces suddenly emerged — demons, ghosts, monsters, fiends.

Each letting out roars of madness, despair, fear, and distortion coexisting.

Towering ferocious flames, incomparably fierce.

The source of these illusory faces was precisely the cassock on Bull Demon King!

"This is the Brocade Cassock; who knows how much blood and lives of demons, ghosts, monsters, and fiends it has been stained with — it is a top-tier ferocious evil magic artifact, merely covered by Buddhist light."