Chapter 204
The servants dared not dodge or shout, and were like a group of puppets, letting him do as he pleased.
Banjoku King lashed out with his whip several times, each lash becoming more brutal, until he actually shattered the eyeball of one of the servants.
He got bored with whipping it and threw it away.
With a squeeze of its legs, the Banjoku King spurred its horse and rode off alone into the forest.
Sunlight streamed through the trees, casting dappled shadows. The king grew increasingly excited, when suddenly he saw a swift shadow flash past.
"Haha, it's here after all!"
He spurred his horse forward, only to find a large tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead lying prone under a tree.
Banjoku King concentrated intently, drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and released it!
The tiger died instantly!
Banjoku King still wore an excited smile on his face, but then a sharp pain shot through his heart, as if he had killed his most important relative with his own hands.
"This is... damn it, this is what I...!"
"Your Majesty, how have you been?" Footsteps gradually echoed through the woods.
The newcomer was dressed in a gray robe, carrying a wooden cane and a water bottle.
Who else could it be but the Immortal Zhongyou?
Banjoku King, clutching his chest, disregarded their previous conflict and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, looking like a maggot.
"Immortal, save me! Immortal, save me!" Banjoku King gritted his teeth. "My chest hurts so much, it feels like my heart is about to burst..."
The Immortal Zhongyou looked at the Banjoku King, then at the tiger lying on the ground, their faces showing anger, which then turned to pity.
"Your Majesty, do you know what grave sins you have committed?"
"I really don't know," Banjoku King said, panting. "My lord, please tell me quickly, I can't hold on much longer."
"According to the Dharma," said the Immortal Zhongyou, shaking his head, "If a person kills his own parents, he will be rejected by heaven and earth. If he is of a low caste, he will die instantly from a heart rupture; if he is of a high caste, his blessings will be diminished, and he will be reborn into a lower caste in the evil realms in his next life."
Although Banjoku King was tyrannical, he was not stupid. He stared blankly at his friends.
"What a joke! My father is Wise King Gilgamesh who lives in harmony with my mother. How could he..."
"Does Your Majesty know where your title comes from?" asked the Immortal Zhongyou.
"Naturally, it's because my feet are mottled..."
"Then why doesn't Your Majesty take off your shoes and compare your feet with the stripes on this tigress's body?"
Banjoku King trembled as he took off his shoes. His feet were quite unique, with thick fleshy lumps on the soles and mottled lines.
This is why he was called the Banjoku King.
The tyrannical king took a few steps back in fear.
He already knows the answer.
He was actually a half-breed, a bastard born of his father and a tiger... and he had actually killed his own mother?!
"Immortal, save me! Immortal, save me!!"
Banjoku King knelt at the feet of the Immortal Zhongyou, crying out, "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
"I have seen that Your Majesty is truly determined not to die." The Immortal Zhongyou nodded slightly. "However, because Your Majesty killed your own mother, you have lost your blessings as Kshatriya. You will die soon."
"Your Majesty has committed so many atrocities. When you are no longer Kshatriya, those who died because of you will come to haunt you."
The Immortal Zhongyou revealed a cold smile.
His eyes were devoid of warmth, scrutinizing the tyrant like a scalpel.
"No, no..." Banjoku King roared frantically, "If you can save me, I am willing to give you half, no, my entire country!"
"I don't want your damn country." The Immortal Zhongyou kicked the Banjoku King with disgust. "But you do have a way. The higher castes always have more options than the lower castes. It just depends on whether you're willing to pay the price—"
"What price?"
"You eat people." The Immortal Zhongyou glanced at him coldly. "You have lost all your blessings and are about to die. But if you eat people, you will become Rakshasa Ghoul. As long as you keep eating people, you will not die."
"I thought it was something special, but it's just this." Banjoku King perked up immediately, licking his lips. "You wouldn't believe it, I've eaten the livers of thousands of people. If you ask me, the livers of seven- or eight-year-old boys are the tenderest, the hearts of seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girls are the sweetest, and the hearts and livers of warriors can be used as a snack with wine..."
"That's enough, you fucking deserve to die." A look of regret appeared on the face of the Immortal Zhongyou.
"Since you've already revealed the secret, why not go all the way and tell me exactly how to eat them?" Banjoku King rubbed his hands together. "I've eaten quite a few people before, so why haven't I become a Rakshasa?"
"It has to be at least Kshatriya. It won't work on lower castes." The Immortal Zhongyou sighed. "The higher the caste, the more blessed you are. If you're willing to risk the sin of Brahminicide and eat a hundred Brahmin, you can quickly become a Raksha."
After saying this, the Immortal Zhongyou refused to speak to Banjoku King anymore.
He turned and left, quickly disappearing into the deep forest.
Banjoku King stared blankly at the Immortal Zhongyou, as if he had been awakened to something. His eyes gradually turned red, and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.
He just felt that he had been really stupid before.
Those low-caste untouchables are like dirt and rubbish; how could they possibly satisfy his desires?
The sage is absolutely right; we must at least eat some Kshatriya.
Suddenly, he pounced on his mother and began to devour her food.
Soon, the Banjoku King swallowed the tiger on the ground whole, chewing it up and putting it down his throat.
But he did not feel full; in fact, he felt even hungrier.
"No, not enough, not enough... The sage is right. To satisfy this hunger, I can only eat Brahmin, and, and I am about to die..." Banjoku King squatted on the ground, letting out a terrifying, chuckling laugh. "Brahmin? Where are the Brahmin?"
He raised his head and sniffed the air like an animal. "Hmm, what a sweet smell of flesh and blood. But why are there Brahmin in my palace? Hmm, I can't worry about that now—"
Banjoku King suddenly leaped up from the ground and disappeared in an instant.
After he disappeared, the figures of the Immortal Zhongyou reappeared from the depths of the dense forest.
The immortal's face showed both the satisfaction of his hatred being avenged and a hint of regret.
A growing murderous intent was also rising within them.
He knew that his blood feud would be avenged today; but he also regretted that he had personally unleashed such a demon.
"I, the Immortal Zhongyou, hereby make this vow." He raised his right hand, palm facing the sky, "After Banjoku King has devoured one hundred Brahmin, I will break the Sage's vow not to kill and personally eliminate him."
"This matter arose because of me, and it will also end because of me. Once this matter is settled, my friends, you should all retreat from the world to cultivate yourselves, and practice asceticism for all Shudra and Dalit in the world for thousands of years and thousands of years!"
A muffled rumble of thunder suddenly echoed in the sky.
This means that his vow has been remembered by the Snow Mountain Pure Land.
Meanwhile, the Immortal Jiyu, who was holding a ceremony within the illusory curtain, was unaware that a Rakshasa Ghoul had awakened.
He also did not know that his sons would be devoured by hungry ghosts like pigs and sheep.
275 Demon King
During this time, the sons of the Immortal Jiyu were living a happy life in the palace of Banjoku King.
In the past, they followed the Immortal Jiyu in the Forest of Asceticism and never enjoyed a life of wealth, so they didn't feel any hardship.
It wasn't until they arrived in the territory of Banjoku King and Dasharatha that they realized how austere and impoverished their past lives had been.
The Wish-Fulfilling Divine Cow of the Immortal Jiyu is less a living creature and more Brahma Artifact bound to him.
While it may be able to meet the needs of Immortal Jiyu and his sons, Jiyu's own needs will definitely take precedence.
What special desires could a programmer like Jiyu, who spends his days surfing the internet in the Snow Mountain Pure Land, possibly have? Whether it's wanting to become the king of the world or being loved by everyone, these desires can be achieved through deep meditation.
In Hebe's words: The immortals are all otaku who prioritize online life over real life.
Wish-Fulfilling Divine Cow, who knows what new tricks they might come up with; in Jiyu's hands, it's just about producing functional drinks and pre-made meals on a daily schedule.
Oh, I almost forgot. Only Jiyu can drink the milk from the Wish-Fulfilling Divine Cow; his sons are not immortals, and drinking it will cause them hallucinations and death.
The food produced by the Wish-Fulfilling Divine Cow is not braised chicken... According to the Brahmin Dharma, one should eat vegetarian food and have two meals a day.
Immortal Jiyu didn't care, but his group of hot-blooded sons couldn't stand it, especially after the comparison.
Brahmin hold a high position in the Dharma caste system.
But after all, he had once voluntarily handed over his military power and wealth to the Aryans when he betrayed his country.
—"Brahmin must be content with poverty and find joy in the Way."
This fundamental principle has been written into the underlying codebase of the Snow Mountain Pure Land.
In theory, this is of course sacred and inviolable, but just as the immortals led the way in breaking the law, there are also backdoors left over from the past in the so-called "Brahmin Dharma".
That is "support".
Although Brahmin need to be content with poverty, if Kshatriya devoutly offers up his entire kingdom to Brahmin, the latter can enjoy it without any guilt.
Although some immortals have already accepted the king's invitation to become High Priest in the kingdom, Jiyu has set a bad precedent.
He brought his sons with him, most of whom were supported by Banjoku King, while a small number remained in Dasharatha's Ayodhya.
"Master..."
"No need for formalities. Although you are Shudra, you have a great figure."
"Hmm..."
"Don't waste it. I am the son of an immortal; this is a symbol of life force."
In the lush and verdant garden, a young man strolled along a tree-lined path, carrying a young maid in his arms. Their slow, rhythmic footsteps echoed all around.
Banjoku King offered the palace to the immortals and their sons, which meant that he also gave them the palace maids and slaves.
A look of intoxication with desire flashed in the young man's eyes. He held the soft waist in his arms and thought to himself, "What a load of crap I've been living!"
He truly wished these days would never end; he never wanted to live that ascetic and austere life again.
The only pity is that the woman in his arms is just a lowly "Shudra"!
The young man recalled seeing the four or five fair-skinned and beautiful concubines beside Banjoku King when he entered the palace, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"What a pity! What a pity!"
"Father is right, Banjoku King's devotion is indeed not sincere... He should also give away his concubines to us!"
Just as he was thinking this, Banjoku King descended from the sky with a sharp whistling sound.
"Huh?" The young man looked up blankly.
Before he could even feel fear, the bloodshot-eyed Banjoku King had already swung his arm, grabbed his head, and twisted it with force.
Click.
The Kshatriya's arm seemed to transform into a sword, instantly disemboweling the young man.
While sucking the brain matter out of his skull, Banjoku King reached out and squeezed blood from his heart, shaking his head with some regret.
Two sharp horns broke free from the top of his forehead.
If Hebe were here, she would most likely realize that the so-called "Rakshasa Ghoul" are actually from the same source as the demons who once occupied Mount Ōe in the Higashi.
As Banjoku King fell into the realm of Rakshasa Ghoul, various cannibalistic secrets began to surface in his mind.
Without needing further guidance from the immortals, Banjoku King had already reached the pinnacle of skill in the field of cannibalism!
"What a pity! What a pity!"
"These Brahmin are treasures from head to toe. Although eating their brains and hearts would satisfy me... if I had enough time, I'd really like to sit down and slowly savor them, to slowly appreciate them—"
As for the Shudra maids who were left aside... Banjoku King wouldn't have minded having an extra meal with them in the past.
But every minute is extremely precious at this moment, and his appetite is becoming increasingly picky.
The lower castes were not even worth his appetite.
The Banjoku King exerted its power again and quickly disappeared from its original spot.
As he consumed the brain and heart of the first Brahmin, his body began to undergo extremely terrifying changes.
Call--
The Immortal Zhongyou with the wooden staff appeared here. He glanced at the maid on the ground and frowned slightly.
He then reached into the pot, dipped his hand in the water, and placed it on the maid's forehead.