Impersonating the Buddha

The original site of Lanruo Temple.

The members of the Central Continent Team, Yan Chixia, the Black Mountain Demon, and Pudu Cihang.

The humans and the two demons stared at each other, realizing that they had just seen something beyond their comprehension.

It seems like both sides have powerful backers? And then those backers just got into a big fight, and finally compromised?

Is that so?

Fang Yu frowned and scratched his back. At that moment, he really wanted to ask the Journey to the Journey to the West Fang Yu to ask Laojun what kind of thing he had put on him.

However, Fang Yu dared not even imagine just how powerful Laojun's true form must be to make even the Main God compromise.

On the desolate plains where the blood moon had faded, the Black Mountain Demon's palanquin appeared and disappeared in the morning mist.

Xiao Qian's sobs leaked through the gap in the sedan curtain, but she still said, "Young Master Fang, let's go. Xiao Qian isn't worth it."

Fang Yu was not one to back down from trouble. Even though everything that had just happened was too astonishing, he still rushed forward.

"Take another half step!" The Black Mountain Demon's withered claws gripped Xiao Qian's neck as he thrust out, "I will crush this lowly servant's soul!"

"Young Master Fang," Xiao Qian's toes dangled precariously outside the sedan chair threshold, swaying precariously. "Don't worry about it."

"Shut up!" The Black Mountain Demon's claws suddenly pierced Xiao Qian's throat. "Say another word, and I'll make sure your soul is annihilated!"

Fang Yu stood still without making a move, and said in an extremely calm voice, "If you dare, I will overturn your underworld."

"Get lost." He suddenly released the hilt of his sword, Sword of the Thunder God that struck the ground illuminated his cold smile. "Before I change my mind."

The palanquin instantly transformed into a burst of Black Mist, and amidst the swirling paper money, came the shrill cry of the Black Mountain Demon: "The wedding will take place at midnight!"

On the other side, Pudu Cihang's monk's robe collapsed like a cicada's molt, and the Mukade with its hundred legs, more than ten feet long, flashed out from under the robe and disappeared into the crack in the ground.

"Heaven and Earth are boundless, borrowing the power of Heaven and Earth!" Yan Chixia's Talismans was a step too late; the yellow paper ignited with a ghostly blue flame the instant it touched the crack in the ground. The old Daoist stared at the writhing centipede slime in the embers, his beard covered in sweat. "This Demon Monk has actually cultivated the Human-Demon Dual Aspect."

The sky was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.

The members of the Central Continent Team felt as if they had survived a catastrophe.

At this moment, their minds were filled with thoughts of the rest room in the Reincarnation Space.

The world of A Chinese Ghost Story is too terrifying!

Fang Yu could tell from their expressions that they were quite frightened.

Even a Coldblood killer like Zhao Yingkong felt his own insignificance at this moment.

"Sorry, it seems the Main God is targeting me again. But I think I have a helper now, and we've reached an agreement. The bosses are still the same two bosses, but Xiao Qian has been taken hostage. It seems this is a way of coercing us into fighting the Black Mountain Demon."

"Of course, whether Xiao Qian is kidnapped or not, I still want to get the Side Quests for Black Mountain Demon and Pudu Cihang."

"Captain," Zheng Zha swallowed, "How many Reward Points did you spend to get that Laojun behind you?"

It was a free gift with a phone top-up.

The sun was high in the sky when the Central Continent Team sat around a square table in the corner of the inn, the atmosphere so heavy it seemed like water could be squeezed out of it.

Zhan Lan's white fingertips tapped unconsciously on the table, making a tapping sound.

"So," Zheng Zha stared at the swirling liquid in his glass, "We're going to storm into the underworld tonight?"

Fang Yu was stuffing his fifth meat bun into his mouth when he heard this and mumbled a reply, "Hmm."

Suddenly, the inn's door was blown open by a strong gust of wind!

A figure flew in from outside the door headfirst, did a somersault in mid-air, and landed steadily in front of the counter.

This was a young man wearing a tattered Daoist robe, with a bulging bundle slung across his back and a Peachwood Sword at his waist.

"Shopkeeper! Bring me a pot of tea." The Daoist priest stopped mid-sentence, suddenly sniffed, and abruptly turned to look at the Central Continent Team's table. "Such a strong Demonic Aura!"

His gaze swept over the crowd, and when he saw Zhan Lan, he suddenly drew his sword, "What a zombie!"

"Wait!" Yan Chixia quickly grabbed his wrist. "Who is this young lady?"

Zhiqiuyiye had already formed a sword incantation, and Golden Light emanated from the Peachwood Sword: "Humans and ghosts are different! How dare you dine at the same table as female zombies?"

Fang Yu slowly swallowed the last bite of his steamed bun, then suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "Ten thousand taels of gold!"

"What?" Zhiqiuyiye's sword technique froze in mid-air.

"Help me exorcise the demon." Fang Yu pulled out a heavy bundle from somewhere, lifted a corner, and the golden light dazzled the Daoist's eyes. "Deposit."

Zhiqiuyiye's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "This... this..."

"Not enough?" Fang Yu pulled out another bundle of the same size.

"Amitabha!" The Daoist priest snatched the bundle. "Exorcising demons and monsters is our duty!" He glanced at Zhan Lan. "Of course... special cases require special treatment."

Upon seeing the demeanor of his fellow cultivator, Yan Chixia couldn't help but sigh, "We are both cultivators; money is merely an external thing. What you're doing..."

Zhiqiuyiye then looked at Yan Chixia, "Who is this big bearded man?"

"Yan Chixia".

"Ah! Yan Chixia! You are my idol! No, I am yours... Oh dear! What are you doing here?"

Yan Chixia didn't answer Zhiqiuyiye's question, but pointed at the gold and asked, "What do you need money for?"

Zhiqiuyiye pulled out an abacus. "Eating costs money, lodging costs money, buying yellow paper costs money, buying a rooster to bleed and catch demons costs money. This is money, that is money. If I don't want money, how can I save the world?"

Just then, the inn's door was kicked open again!

A group of soldiers filed in, the man at the head of the group dressed in official robes with a long sword at his waist.

He glanced around the lobby, his gaze lingering for a moment on Zhiqiuyiye's Daoist robe and Yan Chixia's appearance, before saying to the waiter, "Clear the place. We're escorting a wanted criminal, so we need the entire inn."

The waiter smiled ingratiatingly, "Sir, these gentlemen have been staying here for two days. It's not very convenient."

"I'm speaking to you to inform you, not to discuss it!"

Commander Zuo raised his hand to stop him. "If that's the case," his gaze swept over everyone, and when he saw Fang Yu, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, "At least six adjacent superior rooms are needed."

"Of course, of course!" The waiter felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly led the soldiers upstairs.

As he passed Fang Yu, Commander Zuo suddenly stopped. "Who are you all?"

Fang Yu broke open the sixth bun without looking up. "For ginseng digging."

Commander Zuo's thumb unconsciously rubbed the hilt of his sword. His gaze lingered for a moment on the Sword of the Thunder God at Fang Yu's waist before he simply nodded and said, "It's windy at night, be careful not to catch a cold." After saying that, he led his men upstairs.

Once the soldiers' footsteps had faded into the distance, Seppi lowered his voice and said, "That man is Commander Zuo! He's probably escorting..."

"Fu Tianchou," Zheng Zha interjected, "Now, apart from Tony Leung's Shi Fang the Monk and White Cloud Zen Master, everyone is here."

While eating peanuts Zhiqiuyiye came over and asked, "What did you say? Shi Fang the Monk? You know him? Oh, right!"

He suddenly slapped his forehead, "I also promised him I'd find his master! Great! Now we can do it all at once! Double the money, hahaha!"

Zhao Yingkong, unusually, pulled Fang Yu aside and whispered, "That White Cloud Zen Master's golden Buddha is a treasure. It directly gilded the mortal Shi Fang the Monk, transforming him into Golden Buddha Body."

At this point, no further explanation was needed; Fang Yu naturally understood what Zhao Yingkong meant.

He chuckled. "Looks like I'm getting further and further down the path of impersonating Buddha. Well, then I have no choice."