Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 66 Practicing Non-Action and Pure Cultivation Reveals the Great Dao; Seated High in the Myst

The autumn rain, like needles and foam, sprinkled finely on Baishi County. The county town was quiet at night amidst the sound of rain, and a few streaks of crimson were gradually washed away by the flowing water.

The county government office, shrouded in mist and rain, exuded a faint, refreshing aura. This place, where the people's wishes converged, naturally served to ward off evil spirits.

However, this natural protective shield is essentially nothing to the Living Curse.

The living curse, whose body was closer to that of a human child and who had grown considerably taller, struggled to squeeze in. The entire county government compound presented him with an invisible resistance.

Achoo! He sneezed loudly, his body jerked, and as if he had adapted to the incongruity, he nimbly ran on all fours.

After finding Lin Fan, the Living Curse uncertainly tapped his motionless body with its tiny finger.

Lin Fan stood in the rain with a hoe in his hand, his body completely still, like a stone statue, except for the occasional muttering to himself.

The Living Curse scratched his head in confusion. He possessed two sets of sensory organs, one for curses and one for humans, and they were now giving him different answers.

The curse's intuition told him that the person in front of him was his 'mother', while his sight and smell told him that the person in front of him was the bad guy who had hit him before.

His tiny head and newly formed consciousness seemed to prevent him from thinking about such complex things.

He can only solve problems by relying on habit.

what--

The experience in the illusion made Lin Fan break out in a cold sweat; he almost got 'possessed'.

Lin Fan used the hoe as a crutch to prop himself up, and opened his eyes with great discomfort. Rainwater slid down his eyelashes and into his eyes, making him instinctively want to close them.

Blood red?

Lin Fan was somewhat surprised and couldn't believe that what he was seeing in front of him was a gaping maw that was even taller than himself.

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Cognition! Yes, that's cognition!

Lin Fan suddenly realized that what he had previously thought was just a phantom of the past might not be so.

For them, the treacherous realm is the present world.

Even if ordinary people know that they are living in an illusion, they cannot immediately believe or get rid of this identity.

However, Ma Liangcai was no ordinary person; his knowledge and wisdom allowed him to quickly dispel ignorance.

In modern terms, it means having the understanding to break down the fourth wall.

"My beauty, I'm coming in." Ma Liangcai approached Lin Fan with a maniacal laugh. For someone like him, the curiosity and thirst for knowledge about the unknown was an unparalleled joy. Uncertainty was more alluring than any power or money.

Lin Fan said to him, "I am indeed not as smart as you, but I've always been the kind of person who is less willing to give you something the more you want it."

Seeing that Lin Fan was rejecting him, Ma Liangcai hurriedly comforted her, saying, "My beauty, it would be too much of a waste for you to miss this opportunity. I will only use my body to advise you. In the future, if you encounter such a dangerous situation, wouldn't you want someone to be there to give you advice? You will have complete control. Moreover, I know a lot of things. Whether you want power, money, or men outside, I can help you."

Lin Fan said disdainfully, "Don't bother with me. I'll get what I want myself. I wouldn't cooperate with someone like you. Just stay here and rot."

Ma Liangcai gently stroked Lin Fan's face. He didn't understand why the person who had been so hesitant just now had suddenly become so determined. He silently thought to himself: That's why I don't like most women. You can't guess what they're thinking at all.

He said gently, "Little cutie, don't worry. I think we have plenty of time. If you could get out of here on your own, you would have done so already. How about this, open up your memories for me to see, and I'll help you find a way to escape."

Lin Fan had a sudden inspiration and said softly in a gentle voice, "As long as you don't torture me, although I can't access my memories, I can tell you slowly."

Ma Liangcai frowned and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "So that's how it is. Your way out is to be tortured, right? And you can't do it yourself, so you have to make me do it! What you're saying might be useful to an average smart person, but it's too deliberate. If it were me, I could naturally deduce that you're using a feigned retreat to advance."

Lin Fan cursed inwardly, thinking, "This guy is too smart."

Ma Liangcai continued, "It seems you're in a bit of a hurry to get out. What will happen if you don't get out? Will you never be able to get out? Why don't you consider my suggestion?"

The flesh on Ma Liangcai's left shoulder writhed, and with a bang, a delicate arm grew out. Ma Si Niang, who had been silent for a long time, blushed and let out a soft moan.

"Look, I can do this now. Even if we merge, I can still take action. Whether you want to self-harm or commit suicide, just leave it to me."

Lin Fan was stunned. Could it be done like this?

"Mom..." The eerie voice rang out again, and it was even closer than before.

Lin Fan quickly asked, "Ma Er, did you hear anything?"

“Yes, the sound of the wind and rain outside, our breathing and heartbeats,” Ma Er replied calmly. “Don’t try any tricks; these methods won’t work on me. Trying to stall for time?”

Lin Fan was certain he wasn't lying and was convinced he was stalling for time. A chill ran down Lin Fan's spine; a sense of crisis crept into his heart.

Can't delay any longer.

Lin Fan made up his mind and decided to take a gamble.

Lin Fan took a deep breath and murmured, "Homage to the Celestial Venerable Xuanqing, and the True Lord of the Heavenly Throne..."

Ma Liangcai had never heard the incantation Lin Fan uttered before, but a sense of fear arose in his heart. He immediately reached out and covered Lin Fan's mouth, saying, "Stop chanting! What are you trying to do!"

Lin Fan's voice trailed off. Seeing Ma Liangcai's reaction made him think it was feasible even more. He smiled slightly and continued chanting.

"Thirty-six methods are applied, and the body remains imperishable through trillions of reincarnations..." Lin Fan's profile showed a newly grown mouth as he continued reciting.

Ma Liangcai quickly reached out his second hand to cover it.

"Cultivating oneself in stillness and purity reveals the Great Dao; sitting high in the Mysterious Heaven, one surveys all living beings..." The voice rang out from Lin Fan's abdomen.

Just as Ma Liangcai covered his abdomen with his third hand, the voice rang out again from Lin Fan's shoulder.

Bang! A fourth hand burst out from Ma Liangcai's right shoulder.

But Lin Fan's mouth escaped to another place.

Lin Fan quickly discovered Ma Liangcai's limit: after absorbing Ma Siniang, the two of them only had four hands. Lin Fan, on the other hand, only had one mouth, which could emerge from all parts of his body.

Ma Liangcai panicked, but he couldn't cover the wound with his hands.

He glanced at the scissors on the table. Yes, if they cut off his tongue, he would never be able to make a sound again.

Ma Liangcai freed one hand and quickly grabbed the scissors.

No, could this be another trap? Could his goal be to get me to cut off his tongue?

With just a moment's thought, Lin Fan had already read the last sentence.

"This disciple humbly offers his own body as firewood, and respectfully begs Your Excellency to descend upon us."

"Hurry up as a law!"