Spirit Vessel

struggled to get up.
He finally got into the meditative position with both hands still low on the ground and began drawing.

Rhino saw that the youth had stopped speaking and crouched down too.

***

The five ladies made it through the red entrance but the rich scent of incense and monks were nowhere to be found.
Only a creepy, bizarre silence was left behind.

“Feng Feiyun said that the man might be the mysterious number one on the upper historical list.” Ling’er exercised prudence as her spirited eyes darted everywhere.
The white wolf behind her felt the same anxiety.

“Be careful, everyone.” Qinghua felt something ominous as well.

“I smell meat.” Ninth Sister sniffed.

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The smell of meat coming from a shrine? It was becoming heavier too.
They followed the scent into the garden and saw something they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Numerous nefarious characters occupied this place.
They used sharp branches to skewer some white-robed monks and burned them over bonfires.
Some have finished roasting and were being eaten.

The stench of meat came from human flesh.

There were hundreds of open fires burning the monks.
Some were still alive and screaming – a scene of hell.

“Amitabha… you monsters… eating people like this… you will suffer in hell…” This old monk was tied up by iron chains and skewed above the fire.
His skin was either falling off or charring by this point.

“Haha! We cultivate the heretical dao anyway and will feast on you all to absorb the Buddhist energy in your flesh, changing it to our own power.
You’re not bad, eating you will save me thirty years.”

“Don’t, don’t eat me, I’ve only become a disciple of Ancient Path recently… I don’t have any Buddhist affinity in my body…” A fifteen-year-old monk pissed in his pants, paralyzed on the ground.

“How foul! You’re ruining my appetite!” A man with purple skin sighed and unleashed a wave of energy, killing the youth.
He then threw the corpse into a dying fire, rekindling it once more.

Qinghua felt as if she had just walked from a Buddhist shrine straight to hell with a single step.

The cultivation ground of Buddhist has been taken over by the heretics for who knows how long now? Their mean and ferocious expression along with their terrorizing laughters scared the girls.

The four turned pale, nearly vomiting and no longer dared to look forward.
They felt a chill stopping them from channeling spirit energy.

That devil Feng Feiyun? He was cute compared to these men.

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“Haha! A Buddhist Supreme from Beastmaster is here, we’ll have softer and more flavorful meat on the menu, boys.” An old man with three black wings growing on his back stood up.

The wings were more than ten meters long.
His hair was completely silver.
His eyes were pushed deep into the decrepit sockets with two green lights shooting out, just like an asura from hell.

Qinghua could face these people calmly and said: “White hair and black wings, you cultivate the Nether Devil Wings Art and Nine Firmaments White Hair Law, two of the twelve ultimate heretical laws of the Senuo.
Only a Death Walker in each generation could learn two heretical laws at the same time.”

The old man laughed, carrying death and coarseness in his inflection: “Quite knowledgeable, worthy of being a Buddhist Supreme! Yes, I am Shi Taluo, the Death Walker of this generation.”

Senluo Temple used to be the strongest heretical sect, even stronger than the current Mount Potala.

Below the Heretical King were four walkers – Birth, Aging, Sickness, Death.
Even the sect masters back then would shudder after hearing about these beings.

However, when the previous Heretical King disappeared, Senluo was divided into ten halls.
The four walkers disappeared with him.

Qinghua was certainly alarmed seeing one of them right now.

She emphatically responded: “Senluo is no longer the same as before, plagued with constant internal conflicts in the ten halls.
You aren’t a real Death Walker even though you cultivate two ultimate heretical laws.”

“Keke! The ten halls shall become one again, our young lord, the future Heretical King, will unite us and the heretical factions.
We’ll devour everything under the heavens and it will be our world then! Jin? Sacred Spirit Palace? All will be ashes.”

His hands seemed to be made out of metals.
When his fingers rubbed together, fiery sparks came out: “If you think I’m not worthy of the Death Walker title, then please, withstand ten moves from me.
If you win, I will kneel and call you grandma every time I see you in the future.”