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Looking at Black Wuchang, I couldn't contain my anger. What was going on? You just sit here sleeping peacefully? What does it mean to leave me outside?
"What’s going on?" I pointed at the person tied up at the door like a butchered pig, and, surprisingly, it was bound with my Daoist Robe. Have ghosts started to act so shamelessly now...
"What’s going on? It's just as you see it. We’re all so busy, where would we find time to mess around with you?" Black Wuchang stretched lazily. "We rushed straight to this guy's home yesterday and dragged him out."
"Who asked you that? I'm asking what it means that you threw me outside! Damn! Is there no loyalty left?"
"We had no choice. Ma Lao took action personally. We were hoping you would help out on the spot, but you slept like a dead pig. Ma Lao got busy and left directly, and Old Bai saw it was getting late and went back to prepare for duty. It was just me and Old Wen left, so we could only bring this guy back first. As for you, the Yin Qi in the forest has already been dealt with; sleeping a bit more won’t hurt."
My expression at that moment was like this: -_-
Although Old Black spoke lightly, it was clear from the person tied up on the ground that yesterday's battle must have been extremely fierce.
Mr. Cui was bound by an iron chain as thick as a thumb, piercing him from top to bottom, wrapping around him more than ten times from head to toe. His limbs were tied together with my Daoist Robe; it looked like this person was beyond saving.
"You guys were so ruthless?" I asked.
"Ma Lao did this. He has a strong aversion to those who practice Evil Techniques. If Old Bai hadn't stopped him, he would have been completely finished by now."
I never expected Ma Lao to be such a model of violent law enforcement...
While Old Black and I were talking, we hadn’t noticed that the person on the ground had already opened his eyes.
People always show extraordinary courage when they are at their wits' end.
Mr. Cui's lips trembled slightly, his pupils dilated suddenly, and blood began to flow down from his eye sockets.
"This is bad." Old Black noticed Mr. Cui's movements. "He’s trying to draw Resentment into his body and refine himself."
In the world of Evil Cultivators, the practice of refining oneself is not uncommon; it's their last resort. After refining themselves, the only outcome is complete annihilation of the soul. It was clear that Mr. Cui had completely lost his mind.
Black flames began to emerge from Mr. Cui's body, and he slowly melted away in the fire. I watched as his eyeball simply slipped down.
"Hiss..." The chains on Mr. Cui had completely fallen off. The Ghost Messenger's chains targeted souls, and Mr. Cui had already burned his soul. The Ghost Fire was the Ghost Fire he brought out from hell. His eyeball slid down his face, mouth open, screaming upwards, but unfortunately, he could no longer make a sound.
"Damn, this is really sinister," Black Wuchang shouted. "This guy was already prepared to drag you down with him."
Isn't that right? Old Black and the others were originally Ghost Messengers, protected by the Underworld. The only one who could perish with him here was me.
Just as Mr. Cui lunged at me, about to embrace me, a miracle occurred.
A Golden Palm shielded me from behind.
I didn't know where this Golden Palm came from; I only felt a flash of golden light enveloping me, accompanied by the Wonderful Sound of Buddha's Teachings.
The golden light formed a bell-shaped aura of Buddha's words that enveloped Mr. Cui. An Azure Lotus sprouted beneath him, lifting him up, while an image of Moon Over the Sea appeared behind him.
The person on the Azure Lotus was engulfed in flames and soon burned completely away.
Standing on the Azure Lotus should be what remained of Mr. Cui's soul.
Strangely, although I could vaguely recognize Mr. Cui's features in the appearance of the soul, his essence seemed to be Taiqing clear and pure.
It was completely unrecognizable as just a soul of an Evil Cultivator.
"Compassionate Bodhisattva," Black Wuchang suddenly knelt on the ground, prostrating himself deeply. "It is this person's fortune that the Bodhisattva wishes to save all beings."
In the ethereal space, a voice echoed: Buddha's Wonderful Sound.
"Amitabha."
The Golden Palm before me dissipated as the sound of the Buddha's chant faded, and the Azure Lotus slowly sank into the ground along with Moon Over the Sea.
In an instant, everything returned to calm, and Mr. Cui was also taken into the earth by the Azure Lotus.
What is going on? This twist of events is too strange! I was still in shock, unable to regain my composure for a long time.
As the strange phenomenon disappeared, Black Wuchang stood up from the ground. Unlike his earlier panic, his face was now replaced with ease and reverence.
“Old Black, what just happened?”
“Ksitigarbha, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who vows not to attain Buddhahood until hell is empty, intervened to save him.”
So it was that famous Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. No wonder! He is the greatest Bss of the underworld; saving such an Evil Cultivator must have been as easy as eating bean sprouts.
“So, is this matter resolved?” I asked Black Wuchang.
“The issue with Mr. Cui has been resolved, but there’s still the matter of the Yin Soldiers borrowing a path. That one is up to you,” Old Black unceremoniously vanished; he must have left.
I almost forgot that I still had the troublesome matter of the Yin Soldiers borrowing a path waiting for me to handle. Although the mastermind behind it had already been taken away by the Bodhisattva, I still had to clean up this last mess…
By the way, where is Wang Ni? I haven’t seen her for so long.
I hurried to the inner room, but she wasn’t there. Right! She must be in that grove!
I grabbed some dry rations and ran towards the grove while eating—how many times have I gone back and forth like this?
From my guess, Wang Ni must be looking for the bodies of Old Mao and his companions from back then.
Thanks to Ma Lao’s efforts, the grove no longer had the surrounding Yin Qi or uncomfortable feelings; it now resembled an ordinary forest almost indistinguishably. However, the deeper I went, the more I felt as if someone was calling me. Thinking of this, even under the blazing sun, I felt a chill run down my spine.
In the depths of the forest, a graceful figure was bending down and busy at work. It was Wang Ni.
I walked over to her; Wang Ni must have been out for a long time, standing under the blazing sun, sweat already seeping through her camouflage uniform. Her hair was completely wet, sticking to her face, and she was holding what appeared to be a miner's pickaxe, diligently covering a new grave with soil.
"Want some water?" I offered Wang Ni a bottle of mineral water. "Take a break; I'll take over."
Wang Ni said nothing, quietly accepting the water. She leaned against a nearby tree, one foot standing while the other rested naturally against the trunk.
I took the pickaxe and continued to help cover the grave.
"I'm sorry." After a long silence between us, Wang Ni suddenly apologized to me. "I shouldn't have involved you in this."
I put down the pickaxe and wiped my sweat.
"There's no need to apologize. This is part of our duty."
Wang Ni looked at me, her eyes suddenly dimming.
"It was my fault that Old Mao died. Now it's me who has dragged you into this crisis..."
"Beautiful women bring disaster, huh? That beauty hasn't harmed anyone yet," I quickly advised as I saw Wang Ni trying to take all the blame upon herself. "Have you considered what the root cause of this situation really is?"
Is it truly all Mr. Cui's fault? (That guy is also unfortunate; he got his soy sauce but didn't even get his name.) No, he is also one of the victims. If we trace it back, those human traffickers who abducted him are the real source of it all. Of course, according to him, none of Wang Ni's teammates besides Old Mao were good people either.
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