bookbashuk Chapter 162 Soul Fight
Chapter 162 Soul Fight
Yang Silang hurriedly dodged.
His first thought wasn't that he hated the other party for killing him.
Instead, they were thinking, "This patriarch who created the Ruyi Tianzun Sutra, you didn't steal these two volumes of the Warrior Scroll from other Taoist sects, did you?"
Otherwise, why would they shout and kill each other as soon as they meet?
No, which Taoist sect's warrior has cultivated such a demonic aura?
This must be a misunderstanding!
"Fellow Daoist..." Yang Silang used a teleportation technique, a gentle breeze carrying him through the air as he dodged, "This is just a coincidence... there's no need for a life-or-death struggle!"
As the opponent lunged at him, his facial features changed, and he became a burly man with a thick beard. This was nothing more than a minor skill for Daoist cultivators. Appearances can change easily, but the soul's essence is hard to alter. Spiritual perception is not based on appearance at all.
The person opposite him sneered repeatedly, only launching a relentless attack.
"You wicked thief!"
"They dare to do it but not dare to take responsibility!"
"Judging from your sneaky appearance, I know what kind of wicked scheme you're plotting."
"It just so happens that the Buddha is hungry. Swallowing your soul would be a great tonic. The temple eats vegetarian food all day long, it's so bland."
"You're just unlucky to have run into Buddha."
As they got closer, Yang Silang could see that the other person's soul was wearing an ancient paper mask with the number nine written on it. The mask had faint magical fluctuations that concealed his figure, so it must be a magical artifact.
The opponent unleashed a barrage of deadly attacks, wielding a vajra in his hand and smashing it wildly, unleashing a torrent of demonic energy.
The demonic aura was thick, mixed with a strong smell of blood, clearly indicating that many killings had taken place.
Yang Silang had been dodging and weaving, but seeing that his opponent was relentless, he finally lost his temper.
He squinted and thought that he had cultivated a Dao body but had never fought a battle. He might as well use this villain to practice his skills. Who knows, he might cause a massacre today.
Having made up his mind, Yang Silang no longer held back and immediately used his Vajra Pestle to fight back against his opponent.
At first, I wasn't used to it.
Physical combat emphasizes attacking vital points such as the eyes, throat, heart, and legs. However, combat of the soul is different. Since it is composed of soul power, strictly speaking, there are no vital points on the entire body.
It can be said that it is both a vital point and a non-vital point.
It is said that low-level cultivators rarely fight to the death, because they may end up in a situation where neither can kill the other, and then they will compete in terms of speed of escape.
Because it is too far from the physical body, even though the corpse lamp is lit, it cannot return to its own body in an instant and must use the escape technique to travel.
The two vajras collided, causing the souls of the two people to ripple, and their soul power was simultaneously scattered and drifted in the air.
If an ordinary person were to pass by, they would probably be scared out of their wits.
Two short chopsticks were fighting in the air, making a deafening clanging sound, like the ringing of a bell.
The opposing warrior exuded demonic energy, and with each strike, a shimmering green light would cling to the vajra pestle, seeping into Yang Silang's body. The opponent's soul power was slightly stronger than Yang Silang's.
Snowflakes of light fell from their bodies, representing the soul power they had painstakingly cultivated.
The person opposite attacked fiercely and laughed triumphantly.
"Does the Buddha think you, a little thief, have any real skill to impersonate me?"
"Look at your pestle! It doesn't even have the Buddhist six characters on it, and you still dare to call it a vajra pestle?"
Yang Silang was so angry that he laughed.
"Who told you that only Buddhist sects have the Vajra?"
"This is the Vajra Pestle of Taoism!"
"You're full of demonic energy, what kind of Buddha are you?"
"Could it be a petty thief hiding in a hole in the temple, stealing scraps of food and candles?"
He had only made a casual sarcastic remark, but to his surprise, the person opposite him flew into a rage, his demonic aura surged, and his Vajra pestle attacked wave after wave!
The two sides fought fiercely. Normally, a low-level Daoist cultivator's soul body should take the agile route, compete in supernatural powers, and flee when the situation is not good, prioritizing survival.
The two are now locked in a fierce battle, neither willing to back down.
After a short while, their souls dimmed and shrank by more than half, and their demonic aura also faded considerably, resulting in a draw.
However, Yang Silang's soul was slightly weak, and his body was stained green by the opponent's emerald light.
The person opposite burst into laughter.
"Let me teach you a lesson!"
"Although I, the Buddha, wield a vajra, I use my own poison."
"This poison's ability to dissolve flesh is merely ordinary; what's truly remarkable is its ability to suppress the soul!"
"Fight for just a little longer, and you'll be reduced to a puddle of light, all your years of hard work destroyed in an instant!"
Yang Silang said coldly.
"Have you said enough?"
"You've said enough, just go die!"
"Rejuvenation!"
With a thought, he used his Rejuvenation Divine Power. In an instant, his weak and dim soul became bright and solid again, and the demonic energy almost boiled up once more.
Although he hasn't recovered to his peak condition, he's already in much better shape than the person opposite him.
He possessed the supernatural ability to detoxify She Nu, and the mere demonic poison was merely dyed on him. In fact, to make the performance more convincing, he even deliberately dispersed some of his soul power!
"Oh no! You're bluffing the Buddha!"
The man opposite him was also decisive. He threw the vajra in his hand with all his might at Yang Silang, then turned and fled.
A gentle breeze carried his soul, which fled in panic like a defeated dog.
In the blink of an eye, he darted several feet away. Turning his head, he saw no enemy chasing him. The vajra he had painstakingly obtained fell to the ground, covered in dust.
He felt a pang of regret and wanted to turn back to retrieve the magical artifact, but fearing an ambush, he could only grit his teeth and continue running, vowing to get revenge someday and never let the Buddha find him...
He ran away cursing as he went, gritting his teeth in anger.
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Suddenly, a sound came from a place where there was no one around.
Are you insulting me?
The man was so terrified that he almost fell from the sky and fled for his life.
"middle!"
Then another cold voice came to my ear.
A golden light flashed in the air, and the opponent's vajra flew out of the void. After circling in the air, the vajra wrapped around his soul like a soft rope, binding him tightly so that he could not escape.
thump!
The man fell to the ground.
Yang Silang appeared from the sky, and with a wave of his hand, summoned the Vajra pestle and the thief who was bound back into his hand.
The area wasn't safe, so he simply dragged the thief down into the ground, found a tree root, and dug a large hole in it. Since they were now smaller than mice, they weren't cramped at all.
Yang Silang took off the nine-character mask from the other party and was speechless.
Beneath the mask was a hideous man with shifty eyes, a pointed face, and thin cheeks. He was small and thin, with two large front teeth that almost covered his lower lip. In addition, several long whiskers hung down from his mouth, making him look quite comical.
Looking at his attire, with a yellow turban covering his head and wearing a yellow robe, he does resemble the Yellow Turban Warrior somewhat, but there are subtle differences, and the style of his vajra is completely different.
"You framed me?" Yang Silang asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Your Majesty, spare my life!" The man, encircled by the vajra, pleaded, "I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. Please spare my life, and I will surely reward you handsomely!"
His eyes darted around as he spoke, clearly indicating that he was up to something.
"Are you a demon?" Yang Silang asked succinctly.
The other person was taken aback, wondering why they would ask such a question, as if you weren't a demon.
He nodded with a forced smile.
"Demons do not kill other demons..."
"Your Majesty, I am a rat demon."
"Living in the Dharma Protector Temple, one should respect the Buddha even if one doesn't respect the monks."
"Please let me go..."
Hufa Temple is a famous local temple, and Master Fashang is the master who solved Tong Baisui's problem. He is undoubtedly a Taoist practitioner.
Although not a prominent family, it had many followers and owned its own temple property, making it one of the major sects in Jiangdong Province.
Faced with his answer, Yang Silang nodded silently and only said, "It's good that he's a demon."
Bang!
The thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly squeezed the Vajra Ring in the middle. This kind of magical artifact could imprison soul power, so the rat demon screamed and its body exploded into countless points of light, disappearing without a trace and dying completely.
The rat demon died.
Sure enough, there was another notification in Yang Silang's inscription system.
"Slay one rat demon."
Reward: One demon soul.
Yang Silang curled his lip. Uh, this demon rat was too weak. It was like two chickens fighting each other. So apart from the demon soul, there were no other rewards.
soon.
Below the lotus platform of the Ruyi Tianzun in Yang Silang's Niwan Palace, another rat has appeared.
A thought flashed through his mind.
The rat demon, who kept calling himself "Buddha," appeared in front of him. Upon seeing him, the rat demon knelt down and kowtowed, trembling with fear.
"Greetings, sir..."
Yang Silang waved for him to stand up, since he was in a position to decide whether to let the other person live or die.
"What is your background?"
"Tell me from the beginning why you're here tonight."
The rat demon kowtowed and knelt on the ground to honestly preach.
It turns out he really was a house-born demon living in the Dharma Protector Temple.
It made its home in the corner of the temple's kitchen, eating the monks' leftovers. It wasn't that it hid well, but the monks said they couldn't bear to kill it, so they let it eat.
One day, the chef prepared a medicinal meal for the new abbot. During the meal, the monk who was in charge of the cooking had to urinate and left for a short while. At that time, the food was not yet sentient and did not know fear. It only knew that the aroma was so strong and alluring that it drank the meal. By a twist of fate, it gained sentience.
The monks captured it, preparing to kill it, but the previous abbot said that since it had eaten it, it was destined to be its, and they would spare its life.
Thus, the rat demon turned misfortune into good fortune, as the previous abbot had promised to spare its life.
Therefore, it not only lived comfortably in the dilapidated cave in the temple, but also secretly listened to the previous abbot's sermons. It entered the path of cultivation in a daze, practiced the introductory technique of the Dharma Protector Temple, the Dharma Protector Warrior Sutra, and combined it with its own demonic energy to create this incongruous form.
He also stole a bronze incense burner stand that was constantly worshipped in the main hall of the temple, and used it to make a vajra. He even gave himself the name Shu Miaosheng.
However, the good times didn't last long. The previous abbot passed away more than ten years ago, and when the new abbot, Master Fashang, took over, there were no monks to take care of it anymore.
Although it can stay in the Dharma Protector Temple, it can only settle around the stupa forest. It can forget about getting close to the core Buddhist temples and kitchens, and can only find cold meals offered by believers to fill its stomach.
Without cultivation resources, it had to rely on itself to venture out into the world. It killed people and was also cheated by others, and its hands were stained with a lot of blood.
Fortunately, the Bone Pagoda Forest was secluded and usually deserted. He carefully avoided the monks and managed to stay there peacefully until tonight when he met Yang Silang.
"Then why do you say I'm plotting against you?" Yang Silang retorted.
"I was ripped off the other day, and I was already angry."
"Your soul is very similar to mine. The fire in your heart is uncontrollable. I was blinded by greed and only felt comfortable killing you."
Yang Silang's eyes lit up when he heard the words "freelance cultivator".