Benevolence and Righteousness

"Benevolence!"

As the ancient painting burned, a voice resonated in everyone's minds.

Zhang Xuezhou felt as if his head was being pressed down, and he involuntarily lowered his head. His mind was filled with the chanting of "Ren Ren Ren..." as if it were a mantra.

Not only Zhang Xuezhou, but Chunyu Tiying and others were no different. Only Wei Shao'er, who was lying down, could look at him at eye level and was not affected.

The mass of blood called "golden blood" was forcibly pulled up and transformed into an old and strong man.

The sound of 'Ren' comes from a man's mouth.

Seeing everyone with their heads bowed like quails, Wei Shao'er stared wide-eyed, unable to comprehend their strange behavior.

She is currently giving birth and has various other health issues.

But after this man appeared, everyone stopped working.

Wei Shao'er felt hopeless about life; this pregnancy and childbirth was far more painful than being chopped into mincemeat.

She wished everything could give her a quick death, either life or death, instead of the current situation where she couldn't die even when she wanted to, and it was difficult to see any hope in living.

"He actually managed to avoid the effects of the Unparalleled Benevolence Technique by lying flat; the flaws in this technique are indeed quite significant!"

The way Wei Shao'er lay flat was clearly not a normal situation, and this may be the first time that the painting of Sage Kong has shown that childbirth needs to be suppressed.

He spoke, and golden light constantly swirled around his body.

After glancing at the golden light and then at Wei Shao'er's stomach, he pointed at Wei Shao'er's stomach.

As the golden light shot down, Wei Shao'er felt the reversed blood flow in his body stop, and the pain almost left his body.

"Even in death, he's restless!"

The man muttered something to himself.

He reached out and grabbed at Wei Shao'er's pregnant belly, as if he had grabbed something in the air, and then pinched it.

The sound of an explosion rang out, and just as a slight look of satisfaction appeared on his face, a speck of blood flew out from Wei Shao'er's body, piercing through his forehead in an instant.

"I don't like this feeling at all!"

He muttered a complaint, reached out and patted Zhang Xuezhou on the head, then dissipated into a ball of golden blood.

Within the blood, the painting demon let out a painful cry.

"I don't like this feeling of dying either!" the painting demon cried out. "Everyone, use whatever you have to kill this malevolent spirit!"

"Renrenrenren..." Chunyu Tiying murmured.

"Renren..." Zheng Wukong murmured.

"Ren..." Yi Shuo also murmured.

The people were clearly still reeling from the shock and intimidation of the suppression.

After uttering a few cries, the demon in the painting couldn't help but have the urge to run away from the scene.

However, the portrait of Confucius in which it was hiding is gone, and there is Demon-Revealing Mirror in Chang'an City, which makes the choice of painting a demon quite difficult.

Just as it was about to take flight and transform to leave, it suddenly felt a pulling, suction-like force, which terrified it.

"Help... Ah~"

The painting demon had just cried out for help when it was pulled back into Wei Shao'er's body in a very short time.

"You're injured too, I'll fight you to the death!"

As the painting demon screamed and fought desperately, Zhang Xuezhou shook his head vigorously.

He felt as if he had a similar memory in his mind, but the impression was very faint, and he couldn't immediately recall where he had encountered it.

"Bring me the Enlightenment Stone? How would I know the Enlightenment Stone is... Could it be a divine decree?!"

The chanting of "Ren..." in his head stopped, but Zhang Xuezhou still heard a faint, grand sound.

He raised his head and saw the crowd still chanting with their heads bowed like quails. He then looked at Wei Shao'er, who had breathed a sigh of relief but then suddenly clutched his stomach in pain. Zhang Xuezhou thought for a moment and had no choice but to run out again.

Whether obtaining the Sage Kong edict is useful or not, at this point we can only try it as a last resort.

What was supposed to be childbirth turned into a battle of wits, a battle that was difficult for ordinary people to intervene in.

"The arena for this battle is actually inside Wei Shao'er's stomach! This is as absurd as a contest of destiny!"

Zhang Xuezhou complained.

He ignored Chen Zhang, who was running towards him from outside the room. After obtaining the Sage Kong Token in a short time, Zhang Xuezhou also ran quickly.

"Scholar from the East, my wife..."

"Not dead yet!"

Zhang Xuezhou replied without turning his head, leaving Chen Zhang unsure whether to be happy or sad.

The good news is that Wei Shao'er is still alive, but the bad news is that Wei Shao'er is bound to be on the verge of death.

But there was nothing Chen Zhang could do at the moment.

He looked at the sky gradually brightening, and then at the several drowsy servants who were about to doze off. He couldn't help but sigh deeply, his mind clearing up a bit of its usual fog.

He needs to face several different situations.

One possibility is that the child was born, but Wei Shao'er died.

One possibility is that Wei Shao'er is alive, but the child is dead.

One possibility is that both of them died.

The last scenario is that both are alive.

Regardless of the specific problem, he needs to adopt different approaches to address it.

"Dead, alive, two dead, two alive..."

Chen Zhang's mind was filled with countless thoughts, and he was also constantly feeling anxious.

"If the child dies, I'll never be happy again. If that child dies, the child won't be able to be happy either. If they both die, I..."

When Chen Zhang thought about the worst-case scenario, he suddenly had the idea of escaping into Daoism and leaving behind the mortal world.

He muttered to himself, and for a moment he became somewhat deranged.

When a shout of "Yi!" came from the side room, Chen Zhang felt as if a thunderbolt had struck from a clear sky, and his mind went blank for a moment.

In his hazy vision, he seemed to see Wei Shao'er lying there awaiting childbirth, and he also seemed to see Zhang Xuezhou bowing his head and holding a golden ribbon.

The bond tied him and Wei Shao'er together, and then to Wei Shao'er's abdomen.

In an instant, Chen Zhang felt a sharp pain in his groin, as if his manhood had been kicked and shattered.

This caused him to clutch his lower abdomen, unable to suppress a series of painful screams.

The few drowsy servants were jolted awake and quickly grabbed Chen Zhang, but although Chen Zhang's martial arts skills over the years were not top-notch, he was far beyond the control of a few servants who had been squatting all night.

After a painful tumble and a flurry of punches, several servants in the courtyard collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

"Old Zheng, your pharmacy is doing so well! So many patients this morning!"

The neighbor, Di Rang, climbed the ladder to take a look, and then climbed down.

He briefly considered reporting it to the authorities, but upon seeing the robe Chen Zhang was wearing, he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Could it be that Yi Shuo failed to conceal her appearance, catching the eye of this official's son, and then, when they came to abduct her, she was pricked by Old Zheng's needles!"

Compared to Wei Shao'er's brief scream followed by unconsciousness, Chen Zhang's screams, which occurred in the courtyard, were not only louder but also lasted longer.

Di Rang's mind raced with thoughts. He felt that this matter needed to be reported to the authorities, but the resulting protection of officials could be detrimental to Zheng Wukong.

This made him extremely hesitant.

"Evening News officers, you'll suffer a little longer!"

Thinking of Zheng Wukong's misfortune, he felt that it would be good for these sons of officials to wail a little longer.

Di Rang felt he had to count to one thousand before reporting it to the authorities.

It wasn't that Di Rang particularly liked reporting to the authorities, but rather that the imperial court had punishments for failing to report serious incidents. For serious offenses, there were fines and even imprisonment.

This has little binding force on passersby on the street, but it is extremely binding on permanent residents like them.

Di Rang hummed and hawed for a while, and when he counted to three hundred and sixty-five, a baby's cry of "waa!" was heard.

This also silenced Chen Zhang's agonizing screams in the courtyard.

He raised his head in a daze and touched his genitals again.

Chen Zhang felt terrible; he felt as if he had just given birth to a child in excruciating pain.