Violently Subduing Monsters (Continued)

The monk with the Zhenmian, that is, the fat-faced monk, looked around and saw that the inn was bustling with activity, with no seats available. A large group of martial arts practitioners were toasting and shouting loudly, creating a lively and boisterous atmosphere.

"With so many people, where are we going to find a seat? Junior sister, how about we go to another place?"

The Zhenruo nun Zhenruo advised, "Brother, this is the middle of nowhere. Where else can we find another shop? I reckon if we miss this one, there won't be another. Let's make do. Besides, there are so many customers here, doesn't that prove this isn't a shady inn?"

Si Ming, listening from behind, rolled his eyes. "You know this is the middle of nowhere. Would anyone open a shop in a place like this? And with so many customers? It's completely illogical. Anyone with a brain knows something's wrong. If a normal person encountered this, their first reaction would be to turn around and run."

But the Zhenmian Monk clearly didn't think so. He nodded in agreement, saying, "Junior Sister is right. I imagine these fellow martial artists are all rushing to Alan Temple to help in the battle. They are all Old-Fashioned Warmheartedness and righteous heroes who hate evil. You and I are new to the martial world and lack experience, so it's a good opportunity to learn from them."

Si Ming ignored the two newcomers to the martial arts world, fearing that listening to them too much would lower his IQ. He looked around but couldn't find any flaws, though he knew he had most likely entered the Otherworld Domain of some Monster Race.

Everything in this Otherworld Domain is distorted. What you see, hear, and smell may all be illusions. Unlike ordinary illusions, this Otherworld Domain distorts its own things, not the human mind. Therefore, the person in question will not notice anything amiss because their five senses are functioning normally.

For example, if a man sees a woman of average appearance, illusion magic will affect his mind, making him think that the woman is very beautiful. In other words, in Otherworld Domain, makeup is used to transform a woman from ordinary to stunningly beautiful.

In the former case, if a truly beautiful woman appears, the contrast creates a conflict in the man's logic, and he will sense something is wrong. However, in the latter case, unless a man has the ability to see through makeup, even if a woman with natural beauty appears, he won't feel anything is wrong because his aesthetic sense hasn't been distorted.

The Glazed Temple possesses a special eye technique that can counteract Otherworld Domain magic, allowing one to see through illusions and directly perceive the true nature of things. However, Si Ming did not cultivate it, nor did he need to. He activated the Vajra Demon-Subduing Power, concentrating it in his eyes and ears, and immediately the scene before him changed.

All those guests, who had been clinking glasses and exchanging toasts, had turned into dead men, lying motionless on the tables, their bodies stiff and covered in blood, buzzing with flies, some even infested with maggots. The commotion was created by the Otherworld Domain themselves, not emanating from their mouths.

The Vajra Demon Subjugation, as the name suggests, can subdue all kinds of external demons. Here, "demons" does not refer to the Devil Race, but to demonic nature. Anything that distorts common sense and conceals the true nature of things is a demon.

The fat-faced monk was right about one thing: these people were indeed martial arts practitioners heading to Alan Temple to help in the battle. Unfortunately, the Monster Race wasn't stupid either; they sent strongmen to ambush them on the way, setting a trap to surround the enemy and attack their reinforcements.

At this moment, Zhenmian patted his stomach and said to the waiter, "I've been traveling for a long time and I'm really hungry. What dishes do you have to recommend?"

"Young master, you've come to the right place. Our restaurant has a dish that's famous far and wide; every customer who passes by asks to try it."

The waiter led the two to a huge fireplace, turned the mechanism to open it, and saw golden roast pigs hanging inside. Each pig was coated with honey and seemed to be stuffed with fragrant fruit. Under the high temperature, they emitted an enticing aroma, and drops of golden fat dripped down, making a sizzling sound. Just hearing the sound was enough to make one's mouth water.

However, in Si Ming's Demon-Subduing Eyes, everything was revealed. These roasted pigs were real, not faked with anything else, but each roasted pig had a person stuffed inside. Clearly, people were used as stuffing, and the fat from human flesh was used to enhance the aroma of the pork, which is why it had such a unique flavor.

The aroma was Zhenmian enticing that his mouth watered, but he still hesitated. "We've mastered Internal Cultivation arts and have given up meat. It's not really appropriate to secretly eat meat, is it?"

Zhenruo wiped the drool from her mouth and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Master doesn't know. Besides, we can suppress our Internal Cultivation and lower our Cultivation Body to below the minor completion stage. That way, we won't need to observe the vegetarian precept, and it won't be considered breaking the precept."

Zhenmian nodded and said, "Junior Sister is right. You are indeed very clever. Waiter, bring us half a roast pig. We martial artists have big appetites, so don't worry about us not being able to finish it."

Then he turned to Si Ming and asked, "Senior brother, it's fate that we met. My treat, why don't you try some?"

He thought to himself that as long as this person also tasted the roasted pig, he would be considered an accomplice and would not be able to complain to his master.

Although telling the truth after these two novices have eaten the pork might teach them a lesson, Si Ming had no patience to play along any longer. He was in a hurry to get on his way, so he directly said to the waiter, "Who is your owner? Tell him to come out; I need to see him."

"The master wishes to see the shopkeeper. Okay, please wait a moment."

The waiter bent down and went into the inner room. A moment later, a handsome man in flowing Baiyi emerged. His skin was so smooth and shiny it could be used as a mirror.

"It looks, smells, and tastes amazing! Perfect!" The infatuated little nun was immediately captivated, her eyes sparkling.

The monk with the Zhenmian suddenly felt like his girlfriend had been stolen away, and he was filled with regret. He should never have brought his junior sister out to see the world. Sure enough, she couldn't resist the temptation and was seduced by that guy who was all show and no substance.

"Young master, do you own this shop?"

The shopkeeper smiled and nodded, but didn't say anything; his expression was somewhat stiff.

The monk with the Zhenmian immediately feigned anger and said, "They're asking you a question, why aren't you answering? That's so tactless! Junior sister, let's go!"

Zhenruo pushed him away, continuing to stare at the shopkeeper with fascination, and asked, "Young master, am I not pretty enough? Why won't you talk to me?"

The shopkeeper shook his head, still remaining silent.

Zhenruo pleaded coquettishly, "Please, young master, just say one thing to me!"

The shopkeeper made a helpless expression, had no choice but to agree, and then opened his mouth—

"Roar!"

He opened his gaping maw, larger than a human head, his upper and lower jaws filled with messy beast teeth, with bits of food stuck between them, emitting a foul stench of rotting food, which came rushing towards us with a roar.

Zhenmian Zhenruo frightened that her face turned pale, and she felt as if her soul was about to leave her body. Just as she was about to scream, an even louder voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Shut up, if you have bad breath, shut up!"

Si Ming activated the Kui Drum Thunder Sound, suppressing the opponent with an even louder sound. The rolling thunder sound contained the pure Yang power to ward off evil. Under the impact, the shopkeeper's disguise was broken, revealing a terrifying pig's head, clearly a pig monster.

"You can all stay here and be my filling."

The pig monster roared, grabbed the candlestick on the wall, and pulled it, which transformed into a rake-shaped weapon. With a powerful swing, it swept halfway around and smashed towards Zhenmian Zhenruo.

Zhenruo Zhenmian second-rate martial arts skills, he could have avoided the attack if he had tried his best to dodge. However, the two of them had no martial arts experience and lacked practical combat skills. They were so frightened that they stood there motionless, watching helplessly as the nine sharp spikes pierced towards them.

"Using a rake as a weapon? Do you think you're Zhu Bajie from Journey to the West?"

At the critical moment, Si Ming stepped forward, his right hand spun in an arc, bypassing the nail teeth and cutting into the stick. Using the force against him, he changed the direction of the force, causing the rake to smash into the ground, sending shards of stone flying. Then he rushed in, his left hand transforming into Mighty Vajra Palm, striking the pig monster's chest with a loud "boom," sending the pig monster flying. It crashed into three walls with a series of thuds before being buried under broken furniture.

"Senior brother, thank you so much for saving my life," Zhenmian said, trembling.

Si Ming said impatiently, "Hurry up and run! What are you doing here? The other side isn't dead yet. Once it comes out, you won't be able to escape."

Zhenruo asked, "Senior brother, is the other party Monster Race?"

"Is that even a question? It's clearly an ambush force sent by the Monster Race to intercept and kill you reinforcements from Alan Temple."

Zhenmian swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he said, "We are not cowards who fear death. It is everyone's responsibility to eliminate the Monster Race. We will never leave you alone to cover our retreat, Senior Brother."

Zhenruo also said, "Me too, I'm willing to stand with my senior brother through thick and thin."