Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 74 Mahakala Buddha Mother

"You evil Taoist, how dare you use such methods to corrupt the hearts of my fellow disciples!" Fazhi roared angrily, pulling his junior brother away in a violent retreat.

The two Miaozhuzi stood holding swords, identical except for their clothing, like two sides of a mirror.

"How ridiculous! You yourselves lack resolve, yet you blame me." Miao Zhuzi laughed charmingly, and two identical voices rang out at the same time.

Wearing a Taoist robe, Miao Zhuzi stretched out her long, fair legs and twirled them beautifully like a sword. Wearing a bellyband, Miao Zhuzi bent down slightly, revealing half of her snow-white breasts inside.

Clearly, this attack was more effective than the iron sword. The golden light on Fazhi and Fakong peeled away layer by layer. Once it was almost gone, even the strongest bodies of these two could not withstand a single sword strike.

However, the two bald men were clearly not going to sit idly by and wait for their doom; they closed their eyes, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate.

"Master, do you think your eyes are empty just because you close them?"

"Hehe, Master, I've heard that Buddhist disciples are far more thirsty than ordinary people. Once they have a thought, they can't stop themselves. You might as well make yourself feel better."

The two magical beads spoke in turn, one gently approaching the other, preparing to kill the two monks.

Sweat beaded on the faces of the two monks, just as Miaozhuzi had said, they were overcome by an uncontrollable impulse. They chanted obscure and difficult scriptures, their chanting reaching the heavens.

The clouds in the sky grew thicker, seemingly bearing witness to their unwavering commitment to Tao.

However, the situation was different in the eyes of the two Miaozhuzi. Each of the two Miaozhuzi had a physical eye from their original body and a Dharma eye born from the ultimate attainment of the Dao.

Black-gold blood flowed from their two divine eyes, all because of what they had seen.

Two black, sticky tentacles descended from the sky and slowly climbed onto the heads of the two bald monks.

Despite the stinging pain in her eyes, Miao Zhuzi stared intently at the fleshy tentacles descending from the black clouds. She had seen this form not long ago; these tentacles, composed of organs, were part of the Living Curse!

"A curse! A living curse? No, this must be something beyond a living curse!"

"No wonder you bald monks are immune to all evil spirits, so that's what you rely on!"

"You even call me a heretic, but who is the real evil heretic?"

"So this is what your Buddha is like!"

Miao Zhuzi knew that this thing would be useless with conventional methods, so she quickly threw out several Taoist talismans.

When the talisman touched the tentacles, it emitted puffs of black smoke, but the tentacles only twitched a few times and then had no effect.

Black tentacles, dripping with slime, pierced into the monk's bald head. The monk's eyes emitted black smoke, and his body was covered in black, oil-like slime, obscuring the areas lacking golden light.

Of course, this is from the perspective of Miaozhuzi's Dharma Eye. To the naked eye, it just appears that the monk chanted a few sutras and the golden body was restored.

Fazhi smiled and said, “Senior Sister, you are mistaken. Our Buddha is compassionate and loves all people, and will not allow the Dharma to be lost. Senior Sister, you are only concerned with appearances and do not distinguish between good and bad. As long as you lay down your butcher’s knife and convert to Buddhism at this moment, Mahakala will not hold it against you.”

"I'll give you my grandma's leg!"

"Keep your mother's stinky feet for yourself!"

The two Miaozhuzi cursed together, and charged straight at the monk with their two long swords.

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Lin Fan weaved through the darkness, the sound of horses' hooves echoing throughout the county town. It wasn't just the yamen runners and constables; even the town's militia had been mobilized, searching the entire city for the murderer of the registrar.

Lin Fan had a place to go, so he had no choice but to go around in circles, avoiding the search party, and slowly make his way there.

The sound of horses' hooves approached. Lin Fan, hiding in the shadows, peeked out and saw Constable Li galloping towards them. Lin Fan kept his body low to the ground, trying his best to avoid being noticed.

"Whoa!" Officer Li suddenly reined in his horse and stopped, his nostrils twitching as he looked suspiciously at the shadows where Lin Fan was hiding.

Oh no, how is this guy so perceptive? How did he find me in the dark, when I was hiding in the shadows?

It is said that Officer Li is a fourth-level martial artist. I wonder how strong he is. If I were to suddenly launch an attack, would I be able to successfully ambush him?

I doubt it. According to the Dogskin Taoist, a fourth-level martial artist can fight a person possessed by a flesh relic for several days. That thing has skin of copper and bones of iron and no sense of pain. Before, under the subjective enhancement of the illusion, I only caused some superficial injuries to it.

There was no point in thinking about it anymore; Lin Fan had already decided that he would just wait for him to get close and then stab him directly.

Just then, the sound of galloping horses came from afar again. A constable hurriedly jumped off his horse and said, "Officer Li, Masters Fazhi and Faming have both been killed. Their bodies are lying at the entrance of the yamen. You should go back quickly."

"I was only gone for a short while, and so much trouble has happened! What have you all been doing!" Officer Li roared, clenching his fists, seemingly venting his anger on someone else.

He ignored the constable's explanation and rode straight to the yamen.

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief and silently thanked the Daoist nun Miaozhuzi; this nun really had some skills.

Lin Fan flashed into a nearby courtyard, where a plaque above the entrance read "Shenmu Academy".

With flushed cheeks, Duanmu Yu pushed open the academy's gate and staggered in.

He burped, and the smell of alcohol was strong.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let's gather with a few close friends to admire the moon and recite poetry. I imagine the pipa player, initially half-concealing her face while holding her instrument, then, with a series of gentle strumming and plucking, the beaded curtain falls, revealing a few pairs of hands. Ah, what a delightful experience.

Duanmu Yu savored the moment, then took another swig of wine. He pushed open his bedroom door.

"Duanmu returned home so late. I thought I wouldn't be able to wait for you tonight."

Upon seeing the figure in the room, Duanmu Yu sobered up considerably and nervously clutched his long robe. "I wonder which friend has come to visit so late at night. Let me, Duanmu, prepare some wine to entertain our distinguished guest."

A flicker of candlelight, its cool glow illuminating half of the man's bloodied face. He was about middle-aged, a large patch of skin torn from his face, making him look particularly grotesque. Dressed in coarse cloth, he resembled a sturdy farmer.

"No need. Does Dean Duanmu still recognize me?"

A ghost? Duanmu Yu was startled, his palms already drenched in cold sweat. Damn it, who would remember someone who looked like a country bumpkin?

The "ghost" held the candlelight close to his face, the faint light illuminating his pale and terrifying face, making him even more frightening. "Take a good look around the yard again, we saw it just a few days ago."

Duanmu Yu racked his brains but couldn't figure out who this was; he had absolutely no recollection of them.

The "ghost" seemed a little unhappy because it hadn't been recognized, and said in a low voice, "I am Lin Fan, the Lin Fan who can write."

Cold sweat dripped down Duanmu Yu's forehead as he bowed and said, "Officer Lin... what brings you here so late at night?"

Duanmu Yu could barely recognize some similarities on his face and was shocked. What exactly was this Lin Fan? He was a country bumpkin who could write before, then suddenly became a constable in the county government, and now he had become this half-human, half-ghost.

However, Duanmu Yu felt that he was a human, since even he himself had never seen a ghost. If ghosts really existed in this world, they wouldn't be like this now.

Lin Fan brought his bloodied face closer. "It's nothing important, I just have some questions for Dean Duanmu. Who wanted to expel me from the academy? And who wants to kill me?"

Duanmu Yu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, took off his wine flask and took a sip. "I'm not too sure about that, but I think it was most likely Old Chen who did it. This isn't the first time he's done it."

Lin Fan grinned, the blood on his face turning into a smile, "Master Chen? I think so too, this fat guy doesn't look like a good person at all."