Chapter 934

Just as General Chilaowen was trembling with shock and confusion, that hoarse voice appeared once more.

"Who exactly are you?"

General Chilaowen could not help but demand inwardly.

This Shinto shrine was truly bizarre.

When he had just entered, he had not felt the slightest suppression in terms of Xin Qiji.

Now, not only could he not release even a trace of Xin Qiji outward, but this abruptly rising strange voice made General Chilaowen's heart feel a bit creeped out.

"Ill-mannered thing, when asking questions you must use honorifics!

I am Renguang; the Buddha you worship is none other than this venerable one."

The voice first gave a scolding remark, sounding extremely displeased.

Then, without holding anything back, it directly revealed its own identity.

Upon hearing this, General Chilaowen was startled once again, and immediately raised his eyes to look at the withered corpse on the high platform.

He was surprised to discover that the withered corpse, which had originally had its eyes closed and sat upright on the high platform, had at some unknown moment opened both eyes.

Those eyes were not only incomparably clear, but also carried a somewhat mysterious and unfathomable feeling.

Just one glance, and General Chilaowen felt a wave of dizzy infatuation.

Afterwards, his head even felt a bit muddled and heavy.

"Not good!"

In his daze, General Chilaowen suddenly came to his senses.

He circulated his own true essence, forcibly waking himself up.

At this moment, he saw that on the withered corpse on the high platform, an expression of surprise had actually appeared on its face,

"Oh? Your cultivation is not bad, to actually be able to withstand this venerable one."

"Demonic Buddha!"

General Chilaowen roared in fury.

After all, he was once one of the thirteen wings of the former Great Yuan, a top expert on the Nine Provinces Heavenly Dao Combat Power Heaven List.

Yet who would have thought, in this remote temple, he would suffer the bewitchment of such a strange monster, one beyond description in any language.

He had nearly lost his mind and allowed it to be slaughtered.

"Are you trying to use a demonic art of mental control to control me?"

Although the path of the spirit was not General Chilaowen's forte,

he was, after all, a supreme expert of the Mythical Realm, his divine sense incomparably condensed.

How could a mere withered corpse bewitch him?

"Hmm! Sort of, and sort of not."

The withered corpse grinned and chuckled lightly, just like the novice monk Renguang,

"This venerable one is Buddha Renguang, here to ferry you into the Buddha's Pure Land.

This is bestowing you an opportunity, not any bewitchment at all!"

"Bullshit!"

Although General Chilaowen believed in Buddha, he would not blindly trust such an evil Buddha.

He cursed once, preparing to act directly.

It was only that the true essence circulating within his body could help him stay clear-headed.

But when he wanted to move, he felt as if his whole body was pressed down by a force of ten thousand jun.

Not to mention moving, he could not even move a finger.

What demonic art was this exactly?

At this moment, General Chilaowen could not help but feel a bit panicked.

"Enough! Little one, enter my Buddha-land, become my follower, and you shall enjoy endless benefits!"

The withered corpse grinned with a strange laugh.

Suddenly a wave of fragrance assailed his nostrils, and the next moment, the scene before his eyes changed drastically.

There was no longer a Buddhist hall, nor any green lamp or withered corpse.

Instead, he had arrived at a place of wind and moon, where countless You Dongying beauties, as lovely as celestial maidens and voluptuously graceful, surged toward General Chilaowen from all directions.

In the distance, a monk identical in appearance to Renguang was smiling amiably,

"As long as you let go of your obsessions and take refuge in my Buddha,

these beauties shall all be yours."

"Master, just yield to the Buddha!"

Following Renguang's words, these You Dongying beauties gathered around General Chilaowen and employed every trick they had.

General Chilaowen tried to resist, only to discover that all his supreme Mythical Realm strength had vanished.

At this moment, he was not even a fraction of his former great expert self, not even comparable to his past self as Grand General.

He was clearly just like a sickly man without the strength to truss a chicken.

He could only drift along in the fragrant wind and sensual rain.

These sensual stimuli, if replaced by anyone else, would be impossible to resist.

Yet General Chilaowen felt incomparable agony.

He could clearly feel that if he truly sank into the midst of these beauties,

then he would never again be himself, and would be unable to turn back.

He could only become a puppet of this evil Buddha Renguang, manipulated at his will.

But for some unknown reason, General Chilaowen's full strength was completely suppressed.

In this situation, he had no method other than anxiety.

As time went on, the movements of these You Dongying beauties grew ever more suggestive.

General Chilaowen was never an ascetic to begin with, and amid wave after wave of pleasure—

He actually felt himself gradually falling into confusion, and beginning to sink within it.

In his heart he could not help but think: if he just sank like this, wouldn't that be wonderful too?

"Boom—boom—boom……"

Suddenly, a peal of heavenly thunder split across the sky.

The next instant, General Chilaowen jolted awake.

Looking around, the rouge-and-powder beauties at his side had already vanished without a trace.

In the tall, bright Buddhist hall, a great hole had been smashed open right at the top.

He saw a human figure, bathed entirely in flames, slowly descending from above that great hole.

The dried corpse let out howl after howl of roars at that figure.

Wave after wave of invisible mental force surged toward that figure.

But the moment the mental force neared the firelight, it was all burned clean away.

It could not slow the figure's descent in the slightest.

General Chilaowen's heart was both overjoyed and greatly alarmed.

The joy, naturally, was that he had escaped death—he had nearly lost control just now and been manipulated by that dried-corpse-like Renguang Evil Buddha.

The alarm, however, was over who exactly this flame-wrapped figure was.

Even he himself, a master of the Thirteen Wings and Heavenly Dao Gold List caliber, had nearly fallen at the hands of the Renguang Evil Buddha.

So how could this person break through the Renguang Evil Buddha's methods and make its mental force return empty-handed?

"Boy. Who the hell are you, exactly?"

The Renguang Evil Buddha, unable to slow the figure's descent despite repeatedly urging its mental force, could only resort to trash talk.

"I am Wu Dangqixia's Mo Shenggu."

The newcomer was unafraid and actually announced his own name.

One of the Wu Dangqixia, the seventh knight Mo Shenggu?

How could it be him?

This Mo Shenggu had once joined hands with his six senior brothers to lay down the True Warrior Seven-Section Formation against Long Xiang Seng.

Though that battle made them famous across the Nine Provinces, and made no one ever look down on Wu Dang again,

It also exposed the fact that not a single one of the seven possessed the strength to make it onto the Heavenly Dao Gold List, did it?