Possessed by a Tsen Demon

Those who appear bold are not necessarily truly fearless.

Even those who have cultivated Upright Heart Upright Heart may regress if they do not constantly temper themselves in life-or-death situations.

Even though Zhou Yang had reached the pinnacle of Mindfulness, fear still lingered in his heart.

At this moment, a curly-haired man in a gray robe walked over, carrying a pair of cymbals. He walked and stopped, occasionally striking the cymbals in his hands, producing a long "ding" sound.

When he walked up to the group, he looked at Zhima, then at Gonpo and Zhou Yang, sighed and shook his head, saying, "It's nothing."

"Zeweng, he's really gone mad."

Upon hearing his words, Zhima cried even more bitterly.

Zeweng was possessed by the Tsen Demon, but her family could still hire sorcerers and monks to try to deal with it.

Zeweng has truly gone mad—and at this moment, there is truly no other way.

"Why don't we ask a private physician to take a look?"

"They can cure Lung Disease, maybe they can cure madness too," Gonpo suggested. The curly-haired man shook his head, saying, "Where are there any secret healers in this small place Linzang? We can't find any..."

The curly-haired man was Gemei, who had come in earlier to check on Zeweng's condition.

Gonpo, Zeweng, Gemei were the only three corpse dismantlers in this area.

Seeing that there was no point in staying, Gonpo and Gemei comforted Zhima for a few words and then prepared to leave. Gonpo also introduced Zhou Yang to Gemei.

At this moment, the snoring from Zeweng inside the watchtower quietly stopped.

He opened his bloodshot eyes at some point, his head still drooping, his disheveled hair obscuring his face.

He suddenly took a deep breath, his hands, which were tied behind his back, clenched into fists, gritted his teeth, and revealed a ferocious and terrifying expression. In an instant, he exerted force in his arms—and with a "bang," the ropes that bound him tightly were snapped by him!

Immediately afterwards, he used his two freed arms, his tiger's mouth wide open, to grab his own throat!

Hold on tight!

I want to strangle myself to death!

"Who told you to—hiss—take him away—"

"Where is he?!" In just a moment, Zeweng's eyes were bloodshot, his tongue was sticking out long, and his face was turning purple!

Even the sounds coming from his throat turned into breathy noises!

The people inside the room were all horrified when they saw Zeweng's appearance!

Zhou Yang frowned deeply!

There are often cases of madmen strangling other people's children and harming others, but where would you find a madman so insane as to strangle himself?!

Strangling yourself is completely different from hanging yourself with a rope or stabbing yourself twice with a knife!

The process of suffocation naturally awakens a person's survival instinct!

But looking at Zeweng, he hardly seemed to have any survival instincts activated.

His current state makes it seem as if something is attached to him, using his arm to strangle him to death!

In particular, the ropes binding him were so thick—he broke free with a single effort!

This is not a power that ordinary people could possess!

"Let go!" "Zeweng, let go now!"

Gemei, Gonpo, and Zhima, who were shocked, all rushed over, trying to pry open Zeweng's hand that was choking them!

No matter how hard they tried, Zeweng's tiger's mouth remained tightly gripping his throat, without loosening its grip in the slightest!

At this moment, the shouts from inside the house drew the people outside in as well.

When Jiekan and the other body dismantlers entered the house and saw Zeweng's condition, they were all startled and quickly came over to help pry and pull his arms.

A group of people surrounded Zeweng, all straining to pry Zeweng arms off, but no matter how hard they tried, their faces turning red with effort, Zeweng's arms wouldn't budge.

During this time, Zeweng's lips and tongue even began to turn purple.

His eyes bulged outwards, but a wicked, gleeful smile appeared on his face.

Zhou Yang then walked up to Zeweng and patted Gonpo's hand that was gripping Zeweng's wrist, signaling his master to let go.

Gonpo looked at his apprentice with surprise and doubt, and after a moment he obediently let go of his hand.

So Zhou Yang's hand slipped in and continued to grip Zeweng's wrist.

He stared into Zeweng's terrifying, blood-red eyes. Beneath his clothes, a series of Ghost Mouth suddenly opened—a chilling aura emanated from Zhou Yang's body!

The hands that gripped Zeweng's wrists suddenly unleashed terrifying power!

This force overcame the force exerted on Zeweng Zeweng everyone surrounding him—in everyone's eyes, it was Aji, this tall and thin young man, who grabbed Zeweng's wrists with both hands, and Zeweng's hands seemed to obey him, gently slipping away from his neck!

But everyone could still clearly sense the force emanating from Zhou Yang's hand!

"What incredible strength!"

"Can someone with Lung Madness Disease gain this much strength?!"

"It's much stronger than all of us combined!"

Everyone was amazed, and they gained a new understanding of Aji, who seemed quiet and easy to bully!

Gemei glanced at Aji, then turned to look at Gonpo, her eyes filled with envy.

Gonpo grinned.

A person with superhuman strength, as long as they know how to use their talents, will be virtually untouchable by anyone around them.

Gemei envied Gonpo, whose apprentice was a true treasure. Zhou Yang stared at Zeweng, his brow twitching.

His Mindfulness was touched by the Zeweng before him.

This feeling of being touched by Mindfulness occurred to Zhou Yang when he had contact with Sun San's Fanzi dog and with Little Zhuoma, who had transformed into Tsen Demon!

He misjudged him!

This Zeweng is not truly insane.

There must be something attached to him; perhaps a Tsen Demon is possessing him right now!

You are not Zeweng!

Zhou Yang gripped Zeweng's arms, which were still trying to break free. He stared into Zeweng's eyes and shouted, "Who are you?!"

Who are you looking for?

"Now leave Zeweng. I'll help you find the person you're looking for!"

"Zeweng" stared with bloodshot eyes, responding to Zhou Yang's words with a contemptuous smile.

This smile made Zhou Yang even more certain that a Tsen Demon had possessed Zeweng! He hadn't thought that the Tsen Demon possessing Zeweng would honestly answer his questions.

Therefore, they had already made preparations for both scenarios.

As he uttered the question, the Ghost Mouth beneath his clothes suddenly began to writhe!

Beneath his skin, Fat Mirror Lamp, transported and circulated by the Ghost Mouth, gathered in Zhou Yang 'Zhou Yang eyes in an instant, making them glare brightly white and illuminating much of the room!

At the same time, Zhou Yang's shoulders trembled violently, and he muttered a seemingly incantation, "Ah blah blah, Wai Bi Ba Bu... Soha!"

His appearance was exactly like that of those shamans and sorcerers when they were performing rituals and asking questions!

Everyone knows he has Lung Madness Disease, which allows him to hear and see "different things." Naturally, he takes the opportunity to put on a show, further solidifying everyone's impression of him as a "Lung Madness Disease with an unusual gift"!

Those who communicate with spirits and deities will always have an extraordinary side.

Zhou Yang is demonstrating this aspect today.

In this way, when he comes up with any new methods in the future, the people around him will naturally provide a rational explanation for them.

This saved him the trouble of having to cover it up and explain.

He performed with great effort. But neither his increasingly trembling shoulders nor the incantations he uttered had any effect.

Only the white light in his eyes truly emitted strange ripples, instantly enveloping Zeweng!

Those around Zhou Yang were startled to see the white light emanating from his eyes.

Even Gonpo was somewhat afraid.

Then they watched as Zhou Yang chanted a mysterious incantation, his shoulders twitching violently. Their attention became increasingly focused on the incantation in Zhou Yang's mouth and his body movements.

At this moment, someone exclaimed, "Chui Zhong!"

"Aji is really something else!"

"What?!" Gonpo quickly looked at the person who had shouted.

Everyone around turned their attention to that person.

The man, clearly nervous under the watchful eyes of so many people, racked his brains and said, "I don't know either..."

"But I have seen the Chui Zhong—those people who wear masks and have flags on their heads—holding rituals in the ' Upper Lingzang Great Region ' for a great temple called 'Wanfang Shusheng Wuliang Auspiciousness ' (meaning 'the Land of Boundless Auspiciousness'), speculating on the location of the 'Buddha's Child'!"

"Chui Zhong is the one who decides where the Buddha's disciple will be!" Upon hearing that person's words, the surrounding people immediately erupted in an uproar!

Disciple of Buddha!

That person is destined to inherit the throne and become a supremely noble person like a Hutuktu!

But Chuizhong is actually able to sense where the Buddha's disciple is located and decide who the Buddha's disciple is—Chuizhong cannot be more noble than the Buddha's disciple, but he must be a very noble being!

Aji, who contracted Lung Disease, surprisingly possessed the ability to play the flute!

When everyone looked at Zhou Yang again, their gazes became increasingly different, even showing a hint of awe.

Zhou Yang hadn't expected that his mystical imitation of the shaman and sorcerer would have such a good effect.

The importance of a straight man or a shill is evident.

He quickly shut out all the surrounding chatter, and the ripples spread out in layers, enveloping Zeweng in an instant— Zhou Yang was going to use the ripples of this Fat Mirror Lamp to see what kind of evil spirit was attached to Zeweng!

However, he promptly released ripples that enveloped the area in an instant, and even after sweeping over Zeweng's entire body, he still found nothing!

Everything is normal in Zeweng!

Even Zhou Yang's previously stirred Mindfulness calmed down. "How strange..."

Zhou Yang raised an eyebrow.

Then he saw the provocative and contemptuous look on Zeweng's face suddenly disappear completely.

His bloodshot eyes widened as he stared at Zhou Yang in shock and anger. "Why are you grabbing my hand? What are you all doing in my house?!"

"Zhima, Zhima!"

"Zeweng, I'm here!" Hearing her husband's call, Zhima quickly came to his side. "My Koga, you recognize me?!"

Koga means husband.

Zhima cupped Zeweng's face in her hands and examined it carefully.

Zeweng was completely baffled and kept asking, "Why are there so many people in our house?"

"He's still holding my hand—my neck hurts so much, and why are there such thick ropes binding me?!"

Hearing his many questions, Zhima burst into tears.

Now she was certain that her Khoga was back. He was no longer the madman he used to be.

Seeing this, those around them also let go of their hands, each letting out a sigh of relief.

"Ah, that's wonderful! Zeweng's madness is cured now."

"Hey! Zhima, you should take out the dried meat you've been drying and try it!"

"It's all thanks to Aji!"

"Gonpo, your apprentice is more capable than you!"

Amidst the chatter of the crowd, Zhou Yang saw that Zeweng did not show any unusual behavior, so he released his wrist.

But the matter did not end there.

He waited for Zhima and Zeweng to calm down before speaking, "Zeweng's madness is not a problem of the heart or the brain; it's because the Tsen Demon has his eye on him."

"That Tsen Demon is only gone for now; he might come back soon."

"When the tantric practitioners and monks came to check, the Tsen Demon might not have come, so they didn't notice anything wrong with Zeweng. They just said that Zeweng was sick in his heart and mind. "That's not the case. This Tsen Demon is very cunning. It runs very fast when it encounters danger, and it's very difficult to catch it."

"Then we have to find the root of the problem."

"Master Zeweng, Zhima Ajia, have you really not encountered any strange corpses or anything unusual lately?"

You really need to think about this carefully.

After listening to Zhima's explanation, Zeweng realized that there was something wrong with him.

At this moment, they dared not be careless, and upon hearing the sound, they and Zhima thought about it carefully again.

After a long pause, he cautiously and respectfully shook his head at Zhou Yang, his expression troubled. "Recently, there haven't been any particularly strange corpses, and nothing unusual has happened at the sky burial platform either."

Zhima nodded in agreement from the side.

After nodding, she hesitated for a moment, then said to Zhou Yang, "I haven't encountered anything strange or a corpse."

"But what about those who are not right, those who are alive? Do they count?"