pertwk Chapter 47 From Righteousness to Evil, Cultivating the Way to Become a Demon
Chapter 47 From Righteousness to Evil, Cultivating the Way to Become a Demon
The altar stood high in the room, the sandalwood incense so strong it was almost pungent.
The candlelight wasn't the usual dim yellow, but a faint green glow that cast an eerie atmosphere over the entire secret room, making even Zhong Jiu's already gloomy face appear even more terrifying.
He reached out and carefully picked up a talisman from in front of the altar.
Under the eerie candlelight, the talisman paper glowed with a dark purple hue, with layers upon layers of runes that seemed to flow subtly. At first glance, it was clear that it was no ordinary yellow talisman.
The Maoshan lineage places the greatest emphasis on talismans and magic.
Talismans also have different levels of importance.
The highest grade is the gold talisman, followed by the silver talisman, and then the purple, blue, and yellow talismans.
Gold and silver are basically only found in legends. If someone could actually paint them, they would most likely be a celestial being, not an ordinary person.
Therefore, in the human lineage of magic, the purple talisman can be considered the most top-tier item.
Of course, Chung Gau himself doesn't have that ability yet.
Let alone a purple talisman, even if you gave him a piece of purple paper and he tried to draw on it, all he would draw would be a yellow talisman with a purple cover.
The talisman in his hand was drawn by a previous generation of high-ranking Taoist priests of Maoshan. It had passed through several generations before finally ending up in his hands.
Nowadays, with the Dharma lineage dwindling, such things have long become the most precious treasures kept at the bottom of the chest.
"Corpse Refining Talisman..."
Zhong Jiu looked down at the purple talisman.
His original plan was to save this talisman for later use.
Once the zombie is truly refined, it will be used as a shell to carry evil spirits, and then a higher-level ghost smoke will be refined to extend one's life by a large margin.
But that's not possible now.
Huang Bai and Chen You pressed closer and closer. If we don't deal with these two first, even if we steal an extra ten or twenty years of lifespan, we'll eventually be killed by someone with a sword.
Thinking of this, Zhong Jiu's eyes hardened.
The thought of Huang Bai's lightning spell that night made his chest ache.
Most of the lightning bolt was transferred away by the substitution technique, but the injury to the soul could not be completely healed by the ghost child.
Even now, a burning pain lingers deep within his soul.
If this happens a few more times, even if there are many more ghosts to take the place of him, it won't be enough to stop it.
Zhong Jiu slowly closed his eyes, and after a long time, he suddenly opened them again, as if he had made some kind of extremely ruthless decision.
"Since we've come this far, let's go all the way."
"By taking part in the game, one can turn good into evil, and cultivate the path to become a demon."
"Huang Bai, Chen You, you forced me to this!"
He no longer intends to leave himself any way out.
He gave up all of these things: his identity as a Taoist priest, the incense offerings of Maoshan, and the reputation of his patriarch.
Chung Kau bit the tip of his tongue, and mixed rooster blood, cinnabar, sulfur, and ink to draw runes all over his body, stroke by stroke.
Chest, back, arms, lower abdomen, neck.
The dense, intricate runes spread along the skin, like a layer of blood-red worm-like patterns burrowing into the flesh.
The stench in the room grew stronger and stronger. The rooster's blood and sulfur mixed together, and then steamed by that yin energy, made people almost nauseous.
Meanwhile, deep within the public housing building corridors, a gray mist silently crept up.
From the fog, a row of strange figures emerged.
They were all tall and large, wearing straw hats and holding oil-paper umbrellas, their footsteps so light that they made no sound.
The gray fog seemed alive, expanding and contracting with their movements, as if breathing.
These strange men walked to Zhong Jiu's gate and suddenly stopped.
A moment later, they silently retreated and disappeared back into the depths of the gray fog.
…………
The next morning, as the first rays of dawn appeared.
The fast-paced city is just waking up, but there's already activity in the public housing area.
Aunt Mei was hanging clothes to dry downstairs when Uncle Dong started cursing and swearing nearby early in the morning. His bad temper was so bad that the neighbors all avoided them.
Meanwhile, at the Tiandao Temple, Ayou arrived early in the morning.
"Hey, starting training so early? You make several thousand yuan a month, do you really need to work this hard?"
As soon as Ayou entered the door, he saw Qianhao practicing horse stance in the yard, sweating profusely and his clothes were soaked.
He couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.
Qian Hao wiped away his sweat; his breathing was still a little erratic.
"With a formidable enemy at hand, it's always better to be cautious."
Ah-you laughed when he heard this and patted him on the shoulder.
"Good, that's ambitious."
"Next time something happens, I'll make sure you're the first one to rush in."
After saying that, he wiped his sweaty hand, frowned in disgust, and then wiped the sweat back onto Qian Hao's clothes.
"Ah Bai!"
As Ah-you walked in, he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Yang Feng's voice came from behind the door.
"Mr. Chen, the Taoist priest is in the side hall."
"Okay, thank you."
Ayou walked into the side hall, and as soon as he looked up, he stopped in his tracks.
The side hall was quite cool, and there was an old television in the corner.
Huang Bai was leaning back in his rocking chair, leisurely watching cartoons. Next to him sat Xiao Bai, his eyes glued to the screen, watching more intently than anyone else.
In front of them, a ball was bouncing back and forth in the air.
boom.
boom.
boom.
At first, Ah-you didn't realize what was happening, but the next moment he felt something was wrong, so he immediately raised his hand to wipe his eyelids and opened his Yin-Yang eyes.
Upon seeing this, he froze.
Inside the side hall, two beautiful young women dressed in white were tossing a ball back and forth, their figures light and airy, their smiles gentle, playing in the courtyard.
Ah You recognized them at a glance; they were clearly the twin vengeful ghosts from 2442.
"you……"
Ah-you's eyes widened, his voice filled with disbelief.
"You've ruined Chung Kau's plan?"
The twin ghosts have changed drastically, no longer possessing the resentful and ferocious aura they once had, but he still recognized them.
Bang. Bang.
The twin ghosts continued playing with their ball, completely ignoring Ah-you's horrified expression.
Huang Bai's eyes were still fixed on the TV, and he didn't reply immediately.
After a moment, he spoke softly:
"Chung Kau's scheme is indeed quite sophisticated, but it's not unsolvable yet."
Ah-you watched this scene, and the shock in his heart lingered for a long time.
"So amazing" is an understatement.
I just said last night that if Huang Bai can solve 2442 within six months, he will have truly entered the door.
Before the night was even over, this person not only dismantled the scheme, but also recruited the ghosts into his own ranks.
Ah-you sat down to the side, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a sentence:
"If you had lived two hundred years ago, you might have actually attained enlightenment."
Huang Bai smiled.
"Attaining enlightenment? That's too far off, Spirit Pearl."
At his call, the older of the twin ghosts floated over and obediently served a cup of tea.
Ah You was stunned again.
"A spirit pearl?"
"Oh." Huang Bai took the tea, his tone casual. "These are the new names I gave them. The older one is called Lingzhu, and the younger one is called Baozhu."
"Now that you're on my side, even a ghost needs a proper title."
Ah You's lips twitched after hearing this.
However, he didn't dwell on the matter and quickly returned to the main topic.
"Are you prepared for what Zhong Jiu is going to do? That guy has already fallen into demonic possession. He suffered a loss this time, but he'll definitely come back for revenge."
"Of course." Huang Bai put down his teacup, his expression becoming serious.
"Ah-you, let's move in together."
"We moved to live near Tiandao Temple."
Ayou was taken aback.
Huang Bai continued:
"The incense here is very strong, and ordinary ghosts don't dare to approach casually. If you stay here, everyone can look out for each other."
"You can move back once things have calmed down."
Ayou looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and finally nodded.
"it is good."
This time he agreed very readily.
After saying that, he got up and went back to pack his things.
……
On the other side, inside the room.
Qian Hao sat cross-legged, shirtless, with a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.
Huang Bai walked around him once, as if looking at an old machine that needed repair, and finally nodded.
"Good, your bodily functions have almost fully recovered."
After saying that, he turned around and picked up a box from the corner of the wall.
The box was opened, revealing the mutated virus strain he had brought back from the previous world.
Huang Bai took out the syringe, his tone frighteningly calm.
"Ah Hao, this thing is a kind of virus."
"If you use it incorrectly, you will die on the spot. If you use it correctly, your body will be completely transformed, and you will gain strength far beyond that of ordinary people."
"It's not too late to back out now."
Qian Hao looked up at the injection, showing no sign of backing down.
"I've made up my mind."
"When I was young, I dreamed of having this kind of power."
"Now that the opportunity is in front of me, even if it means death, I have to try."
At this point, he actually smiled.
"The worst that can happen is that I die again."
Huang Bai looked at him for a few seconds and nodded.
"Then get ready."
The needle is inserted into the vein, and the medication is gradually pushed in.
The next instant, Qian Hao trembled violently, and his eyes turned red.
"ah!!!"
It wasn't just ordinary pain; it felt like being deep-fried in boiling oil.
His skin quickly turned bright red, like a boiled shrimp, and the veins on his forehead and neck bulged out, as if they might burst at any moment.
Qian Hao was trembling all over, his jaw was clenched so tightly that it was almost impossible for him to maintain his human form.
Huang Bai stood to the side and coldly shouted:
Hang in there!
"Guard your heart, don't let your mind wander!"
The virus is gradually reshaping his flesh, bones, and nerves.
At the same time, Chung Gau is also undergoing his own transformation.
One is a path that leads to demonic possession.
The other, however, is to cultivate demonic power to attain enlightenment.
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