Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 669 - 25: One Stick of Incense in the Mortal World (Part 3)

As for Yun Wangi, when the Minotaur struck out in anger, he immediately blocked him, but when the Minotaur retreated in defeat, he stood still, not moving at all.

They were just passing strangers, and he didn't want to completely fall out with the Underworld.

If he truly killed the Minotaur, this matter would likely not rest.

Without the aid of this true disciple of the Daoist sect in detaining him, Lu Shanjun, who isn't skilled in spells, truly had no way to deal with the Minotaur's spell-induced escape.

A wave of swirling ghostly fog cleared away.

When the Minotaur's figure reappeared, it had already fled several miles away. It turned its head back in resentment, quickly turning into mist and disappearing into the night.

But for some reason, it felt a chill at the back of its neck, as if someone had marked this bull's head.

——Mark successful!

Duncan's gaze was cold, watching as the Minotaur's figure completely disappeared, his sight fixed on the distance, towards the direction of Fengdu, his thoughts unknown.

"How did you provoke the soul-reaping messenger from the Underworld?"

Lu Shanjun looked at Duncan behind him and said solemnly, "If I hadn't arrived in time, you all would have suffered a great loss!"

This was a soul-reaping messenger with the position of a Yin god.

Though Buddhism spread to the Central Plains, this class of foreign Yin gods' status wasn't that stable, they weren't something ordinary people could handle. Even if Daoist masters encountered bull-headed and horse-faced demons, they usually had to be polite.

While speaking, Lu Shanjun took out a few oddly colored fruits from his bosom, giving one to each person, distributing them cleanly.

Lu Shanjun had his own fortune, discovering a plant of mixed Zhu fruit in Dang Mountain, and later finding many strange flowers and fruits in the mountains of Fujian. Now he had broken through and entered the Dao, refining True Yuan, these exotic fruits were no longer greatly useful to him.

During the recent confrontation, he could have easily forced back the Minotaur, but instead, he wanted to injure it, hoping to settle today's enmity on his own, as he wasn't under the jurisdiction of the Underworld.

If they wanted to seize his soul, they'd have to summon the Emperor of Fengdu.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Just then, a human head hanging from Lu Shanjun's waist suddenly spoke, uttering "Amitabha Buddha," leaving even Bu Jie the monk momentarily stunned.

Only at this moment did the others notice the bizarre demon monk's head.

Jiu Mo Luye now only existed as a head-turned-ghost, his eyes gleaming with a strange bloody light, examining Duncan's physique, his eyes brightening, "Benefactor, your innate potential is exceptional!"

"Would you be willing to cultivate my 'Great Wisdom Love Sutra'?!"

"You will surely achieve the Great Joy Fruit Position in the future!"

Where did this head come from?

Its sudden speech startled everyone.

"Shut up!"

Lu Shanjun reprimanded, and the demon monk's head instantly fell silent, though his eyes remained fixed on the young man in front of him.

This young person should enter my Great Joy Sect, and one day will cultivate the third level of the Great Wisdom Love Sutra, reaching the realm of true emptiness and wondrous existence, entering great blissful samādhi.

Yet alas, now he's already dead, turned into a spirit, without freedom, his life and death hanging on Lu Shanjun's thoughts.

This demon monk hailing from India had no respect for the Minotaur.

Yun Wangi looked towards Lu Shanjun with great wariness, while among those present, only Fu Jianhan and Lady Jade Face had previously met Lu Shanjun, others showed signs of apprehension, some even dared not get close.

Bu Jie the monk remained silent.

This one is truly fierce.

It seems only Senior Brother Bu Tan can hold him down, I must find a way to notify Senior Brother Bu Tan.

Lu Shanjun arriving here was somewhat by chance, after leaving Fuzhou, he intended to locate Duncan's whereabouts and happened to see ghostly energy rising dozens of miles away, without knowing the situation, he decided to come and investigate.

If it weren't for his appearance, the Minotaur might not have been driven away so easily.

Morning light emerged.

The meditating Yun Wangi opened his eyes, first glancing at the burly Lu Shanjun, then clasped his fist at the leading youth, indicating, "Matters here are resolved."

"I bid farewell for now."

"If you ever have time, feel free to visit Mount Kunyu in Qingzhou."

Not everyone dared travel with the Mountain Monarch, yet the young man was quite audacious, feeling restless staying with Lu Shanjun, as if subdued by the regal might of a tiger, unable to calm himself.

Yun Wangi departed swiftly, a talisman appearing at his fingertips, his figure already a distance away.

"Truly a remarkable person."

Lu Shanjun stroked his tiger's whisker, showing admiration, understanding the ins and outs of the situation, Yun Wangi's relentless chase after the ghost general was unlike any Daoist person he'd known before.

Everyone reaped great benefits from this battle.

Fu Jianhan's sword energy advanced, his courage consolidated into intention, showing signs of reversing the congenital with the acquired. Though Bu Jie the monk didn't distinguish himself in this battle, he didn't hold back the group, yet for some reason, his brows knitted, remaining silent as if in a vow of silence.

Those present were all intelligent, aware of the peculiarities in today's events, questioning whether the ghost general was initially intended to be 'summoned,' integrated into the Underworld's framework.

Only in Buddhism do people speak of laying down the butcher's knife to immediately become a Buddha.

Yet the youth still severed it strongly.

The enmity was already formed.

As for the future, Bu Jie the monk was equally uncertain, wondering if today's actions would account for merit or fault.

The great monk valued merit highly.

He was uncertain whether this merit would be recognized by Buddha when they met.

Regarding Lady Jade Face, at some unknown time, the mark on her seemed to have transformed into five golden stars, none knew when she broke through, her state of mind too profound for outsiders to grasp, but she had clearly stepped onto the threshold of 'entering the Dao.'