Chapter 382: Flesh Puppet, a Snake Skin

The steel crutch fell to the ground with a clang. The crutch did not look too tall, but it was the fruit of Qi Wuji's hard work. He had to dig the soil and refine the iron and essence in the cold winter, and he had to spend countless iron tools and mica to make it. He also had to spend countless years carefully cleansing it with magic power, refining it with Taoism, and filling in the restrictions bit by bit to make it a treasure.

It looks exquisite, but it weighs thousands of pounds. Relying on two steel crutches, he traveled all over the country, committed many serious crimes, and survived many disasters, which made many righteous people scratch their heads. It can be seen how helpful this magic weapon is to Qi Wuji.

The steel crutch slipped out of his hand and fell straight down without any support from the magic power. The two objects collided with each other and created circular holes on the ground.

Such a rare treasure had no owner, but no treasure-loving person would reach out to ask for it, saying "a natural treasure belongs to a virtuous person, and one who keeps silent will be punished if he does not take it". Instead, Du Jiang and the other man who were closer were so scared that their buttocks were trembling, and their crotches were a little wet. However, they were afraid of losing control in front of the great monk and causing annoyance, so they forced themselves to hold it back.

Qi Wuji's soul was broken by a crutches, and his true spirit reincarnated and left, leaving only a fleshy body. After all, he was once a cultivator in the realm of refining spirits. His body did not decay, and his blood color did not fade. Instead, his divine light was restrained, and the disgusting feeling brought by his ferocious and ugly face also faded a lot. He lay quietly on the spot, as if asleep.

Gu Qingyuan reached out and grasped the re-refined Nine Yang Pill, put it into the treasure gourd, and then looked at Qi Wuji's corpse.

Qi Wuji should be thankful for his death, as the saying goes, if you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening. He first observed the way of alchemy and then received the wonderful method. It was really a feast for the eyes and a great opportunity.

He was certainly not the kind of person who would obediently die just by hearing the word "suicide". If it were really that easy, he would not have entered the paranoid evil path. You know, in the orthodox Xuanmen, there are many monks, Taoists, and nuns, all of whom are gifted with clever words and are good at making witty remarks, discussing Zen, and debating on the mysteries of the mind.

If Qi Wuji did not have such a firm devilish heart and devilish thoughts, he would have been persuaded to surrender by the monks and Taoists, and recruited as a thug with a red flower stick, to help spread the reputation of the great monk as the one who could save the devil with his iron mouth.

Gu Qingyuan already had a plan in mind. He could detect the slightest emotion and understand the woman's desires. He had a better understanding of the woman's human heart.

He provoked him with words, saying that he had an ugly face. Qi Wuji was furious but clear-headed. Only when he talked about the art of alchemy did he hit the point. He was furious and had to argue even when a battle was about to begin.

So Gu Qingyuan used the method of gathering qi to make elixirs as bait to mobilize the desire in Qi Wuji's heart, used lust as a net to attack his mind, and turned it into a bundle of immortal ropes to eat away at his mind step by step.

The more he saw and heard, the more his thoughts were controlled by Gu Qingyuan. When he was obsessed with refining the Shengyang Pill, his soul and thoughts were completely grasped by Gu Qingyuan, who could then use verbal commands and a single word of suicide to take his life.

'This magical power relies on the power of the sword of wisdom to see through people's desires and cut off troubles. It uses desires as a net and attacks with words. It has a bit of the meaning of the great sage Shen Gongbao persuading the immortal to die. It can be used as a sound attack magical power. It can also make the cultivators in this world who want to pass on their names and make harsh words before the war suffer a little. If they listen, they will be trapped and their cultivation will be in vain.'

Gu Qingyuan stretched out his hand, and all of Qi Wuji's assets and his body were gathered into the bag, filling the treasure bag of the not-so-rich Master Gu.

The reason why he put so much effort in was naturally not just to kill Qi Wuji, but to verify his supernatural powers and deduce the great Dao. That was how he obtained the Wisdom Sword, and the same was true for the current sound attack method.

As I said, magical powers and techniques are just the products of the clear Tao. Deducing magical powers is to explore the Tao. If you only pursue killing power and great power, you will end up inferior.

Gu Qingyuan was quite satisfied with this sound attack ability. After some thought, he decided to name it "Xiyin Xuanlei". Xiyin means mysterious and wonderful speech. It uses tongue as a sword and makes sounds like thunder, which is Xiyin Xuanlei.

"My magical power has not been fully deduced yet, but it has a bright future. Perhaps I can use the Buddhist lion's roar, the method of a wake-up call, and the Xuanzong Daoyin Tongxuan method to complete it. However, it is a bit troublesome to express it aloud. With my training in refining instruments, it would be a waste of talent if I don't refine a flute and xylophone as the basis for my magical power."

The method of sound attack is also a mysterious way. Let's not talk about that way, just talking about Buddhism, that group of monks have made great use of sound attack. There is the lion's roar with the powerful tiger and leopard thunder sound that stimulates people's heartbeats. After a roar, people will bleed from all seven orifices and their lungs and internal organs will be damaged.

There is also the method of hitting the stubborn stone on the head, which is a wake-up call. It uses the essence of Buddhism to preach the entrance to Zen. After one sound, the evildoer can be bathed in the vastness of Buddhism, distort his mind, give up the devil's way, and devote himself to Buddhist principles. Therefore, the eminent monk is always followed by a few so-called evil disciples who have returned to the right path and laid down their butcher knives. They call it "conversion", but in fact they have fallen into a trap, so that the evildoer will change his temperament, restrain his behavior, and wholeheartedly admire the power of Buddhism to become a Dharma protector.

Gu Qingyuan's method was not bad either. It was rare and precious in the Qingzheng method. He spoke like thunder, and guided Qi Wuji step by step. With one shout, he asked Qi Wuji, who was oppressed by calamity and blinded by calamity, to clear the dust from his spiritual platform. He made him understand the cause and effect of his life, and knew that his life had come to an end and there was no chance of turning around. Gu Qingyuan did not even use the method of controlling Qi Wuji's mind. He just pushed Qi Wuji lightly, told him to commit suicide, and asked him to be reborn.

It seemed that Gu Qingyuan was forcing him step by step, but in fact, everything was Qi Wuji's own choice and his own thoughts.

Yes, what Qi Wuji said was true, this was the place where he experienced tribulation. Even if Gu Qingyuan and the other two had not come, there would be other people who were entangled in cause and effect and would come here to slay demons. They just happened to be here.

Thoughts flowed so quickly, and there were thousands of knots in his heart. The outside world was only a few breaths away. Gu Qingyuan smiled and looked at Du Jiang and Li Sheng: "Master Dao, I have started a killing spree today. Since the two of you can survive my Immortal Slaying Flying Knife, it is also a blessing. You can go!"

Du Jiang and Li Sheng thought that they had no chance of survival, but unexpectedly they saw the daybreak after the clouds parted and they managed to save their lives. They could not suppress their joy and kowtowed like pounding garlic, until their foreheads turned red. They did not dare to take off, for fear that if they rose too high, they would stand above Gu Qingyuan's head and cause his displeasure, and they would become targets, thus ruining the chance to survive that they had worked so hard to get. The two of them left with their feet dangling and pulling each other.

Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, Gu Qingyuan had an idea. Du Jiang and Li Sheng, who were like headless flies, stopped and ran in a direction. Judging from their direction, they would meet Chongxu in a few steps. You know, when Gu Qingyuan was refining the elixir, every word he said was precious. Qi Wuji could hear it, and Du Jiang and the others could hear it even more clearly!
After the matter came to an end, Gu Qingyuan looked towards the other side of the battle. The man in black was a genuine spiritual cultivator. If he met him again, it would take some effort for him to defeat him. But now the man in black was covered in blood, and his robe was tattered. It was all because he was facing a Buddhist thug of the immortal level, the monk Qiuzhen.

There was no unnecessary movement by Qiu Zhen. His palms flipped over and over again. Every time he waved his hands, a huge golden palm appeared. Every time he raised his elbow, a golden seal appeared. The golden seal was called the Bodhi Buddha Palm, and the golden seal was called the Inner Demon Subduing Seal. Every palm and seal made the man in black robe half bend over and unable to stand up.

“Ahem… Qiuzhen, if you want to kill me, then kill me. Torturing me like this will make you lose the bearing of a great Buddha.” The man in black robe held up his magic treasure, but was hit on the head with a golden Buddha seal and was knocked away.

"There is only this little monk Qiuzhen here, and no great Buddha Qiuzhen. How can we talk about magnanimity or not? Donor Nie Hai has been scheming and doing many unjust things, harming countless lives. It is destined that I will suffer this disaster, and you still haven't woken up!" Qiuzhen's face was calm, but his movements were a little fierce.

Another palm extended, a huge golden Buddha palm slapped Nie Hai, pressing him into the mud, opening his mouth to spit out a blood mist, tendons and bones were broken, blood flew, bone fragments penetrated his body, but Nie Hai seemed to feel no pain, his nose moved, sucking the dissipated blood mist back into his body, and his injuries also improved a little. "Unjust? What is justice? It's just some high-sounding words. I know that the weak are preyed on by the strong, and the strong are selected by nature. It's just devouring a few human souls. You want me to wake up, what should I wake up, what should I realize, how many of my fellow tribesmen have been skinned and boned by you human cultivators, and refined into magic weapons, is this justice?"

Nie Hai couldn't help but yell. His body stretched out suddenly, his cheeks flattened, his nostrils on the left and right, actually they were dimples: "Today I just didn't expect you to become a wandering immortal. You rely on your strength to bully the weak. Isn't this the law of the jungle? How can you be justified!"

He roared, and scales covered his body, turning him into a half-human, half-snake monster. The muscles in his arms swelled and he forcefully blocked the Buddha's palm that was attacking him again.

Qiu Zhen, however, no longer had the good temper he had when discussing with Gu Qingyuan, and did not respond to what Nie Hai said. He just glanced at Gu Qingyuan, then covered his body with his big palm and suppressed the demon snake that had just risen up.

When cultivators communicate, they are naturally not restricted to words, but use their spiritual thoughts to transmit. Just a glance can contain countless information, and also let Gu Qingyuan learn a lot of inside information.

Nie Hai is a demon, not a human. It is really difficult for a demon to practice cultivation. He needs to shed his demon body and achieve a human-shaped innate Taoist body. The cheapest way is to devour human souls.

The snake demon Nie Hai was such an evil demon. He roamed around villages and towns, carrying people on his shoulders for food. Qiu Zhen got the news and chased him for six thousand miles, but he managed to escape. Qiu Zhen decided to refine the purple gold bowl in order to deal with this slippery and evil demon that came and went like the wind.

It's just that after three days of absence, one should look at him with new eyes. Qiuzhen has already become an immortal, so dealing with a little demon in the spirit realm is no problem for him.

He did not respond, but someone else was about to speak. Gu Qingyuan came up to Qiuzhen with his hands in his pockets, looked at Nie Hai and said, "You say the strong prey on the weak. Monk Qiuzhen is a wandering immortal, and you are just a spirit cultivator. You should know your own strengths and weaknesses. According to your philosophy, you should surrender obediently and become Qiuzhen's external merit. Why do you still resist and suffer so much physical pain?"

He was good at changing the concept. If Nie Hai had not been busy being beaten, he would have uttered some dirty words at this moment to let Gu Qingyuan know how powerful Shekou was. He looked at Gu Qingyuan coldly, and then stared at Qiu Zhen.

"My mother was killed on the spot by you in order to save me, and my brother was also seriously injured and died. What about the eighty-one lives in the old snake cave? How dare you tell me to wake up!"

Qiuzhen laughed and said to Gu Qingyuan, "I was young and ignorant, so I was a little ruthless. I destroyed a snake cave, leaving only one dead." He looked at Nie Hai again, "There is no point in arguing with you. I will bear all the consequences. I will repay tooth for tooth, blood for blood. I only know that I am a human being, and I am practicing for the human race."

"What can I say to a monster like you? A monster is a monster. Once you are a monster, you will be a monster forever. Humans and monsters cannot coexist. There is no morality at all!"

Gu Qingyuan just watched the show and added fuel to the fire, saying all the classic remarks. He was so confused that he did not stand on the side of the human race, but instead stood on the position of the monsters to speak for them. Monsters also have good and evil, but the monster race is the greatest evil to the human race, and it is a dispute over the great way.

有那人妖相恋的自寻个没人的地方卿卿我我去，有人认同妖善，只能说是物种多样性，顾清源袍袖里还有一灵兽呢，也不见他要打要杀，可若是有人跳出来显眼就不对了，你之理念，自己坚持便是，偏偏要让所有人都认同，这不纯纯找揍。

Nie Hai was still chirping non-stop. Gu Qingyuan looked at him and discovered that this monster was actually a giant python. It was not poisonous, but had great strength, which it relied on the two dimples on its face.

The cheeks bulged and the snake's tongue spit out, and he saw the weak point of the Buddha's palm power and sensed the discontinuity of the golden seal. Nie Hai then used his magic treasure to resist, which was twice the result with half the effort. That's why he could hold out for so long.

A Buddha's palm came down, and Nie Hai raised his arm, like a giant holding up the sky, to hold up the palm print and resist it with great force. He could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and he fell down in one breath. He lowered his body and knelt on one knee, unable to get up for a long time. He was about to be crushed into a meat pie by the Buddha's palm.

whoosh-

Nie Hai took a deep breath, his cheek sockets moved, a slight whistle sounded, and two streams of gray-black air spurted out from the holes in his cheek sockets. A series of shrill screams resounded through the air. It was actually a method similar to sound attack.

In the past, using this magical power would make people dazed and confused, and the situation of being successful in everything would be reversed at this moment. The monk who was cultivating his mind was unmoved, the Taoist who was cultivating his nature had no reaction, and they even had some emotional connection with the whistle and wanted to hear some rhythm and melody.

The Buddha's palm came down gently, and Nie Hai was crushed to death. Qiu Zhen raised his hand again and couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect it to be so simple."

"Yes, when you and I are fishing, there are other anglers watching us. Who is the bait and who is the one holding the fishing rod? There are still some calculations to make. Now the real owner is here." Gu Qingyuan said, and then looked at Nie Hai.

"It's just a puppet. He himself didn't even notice it. What a pity for his flesh and blood."

Qiuzhen chanted a Buddhist name: "Poor donor Nie, he doesn't even know he's a puppet, and he wants to ask questions through words, intending to plant a demon seed in me and destroy my perfect state of mind. How can a dead person do this?"

It seemed that Nie Hai was asking questions non-stop, but in fact he was taking the opportunity to talk a few words, using words as a guide and his cheek socket magical power as the main method to break the state of mind of seeking truth and perfection, covering his golden body with dust and planting a demon seed to disrupt the catastrophe in the future.

He got the magic skills from nowhere, and was determined to drag Qiuzhen into disaster. Unfortunately, Nie Hai had already become a puppet in the hands of others.

Suddenly, a figure appeared. He clasped his hands together and a tattered snake skin fell off Nie Hai's body and fell into his hands. As the snake skin was gone, the mess of flesh and bones inside fell to the ground, and the flesh and bones were separated, the flesh was flesh, and the bones were bones, like a pig being cut open.

(End of this chapter)