strictlysupreme Chapter 73 Wonderful Pearls x2
Chapter 73 Wonderful Pearls x2
Lin Fan looked the Taoist nun up and down. She was indeed not as gentle as she looked. He wondered how she had taken down two men with her bare hands and without making a sound.
Fortunately, she's probably a teammate now, and regardless, she genuinely wants to help him escape. If she's just a sweet talker, then he should try to win her over first.
Miao Zhuzi also carried a bundle and held an iron sword. Instead of leaving immediately, she unloaded the bundle and took out something from it—something as dry as firewood. Lin Fan recognized it; Wan Shou had wanted to use it to refine medicine, but it had been abandoned by the dog-skinned Taoist Yun Xiangzi.
"I heard that Senior Brother is entangled by the red-clothed figure. If you wish to subdue him, you can use this item."
Lin Fan frowned. "You knew how to subdue the woman in red, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
Miao Zhuzi tilted her head. "I thought Senior Brother knew. Besides, Senior Brother didn't ask me."
Lin Fan was speechless. He did know, and subconsciously felt that since Miao Zhu Zi was so afraid of the Red-Clothed Curse, she definitely wouldn't know.
Miao Zhuzi continued, "Besides, without this item, telling Senior Brother would only backfire. Baishi County isn't exactly a prosperous place, so the Red-Clothed Curse is probably the one Master kept. This item is one of the Red-Clothed's legs."
Lin Fan wasn't surprised that the Red-Clothed Curse was actually Wanshou Daoren, and immediately understood what the dry firewood Miaozhuzi had taken out was. He had deliberately made things worse to prevent Miaozhuzi from prematurely revealing her true name and missing the opportunity.
He picked up the sickle and swung it down. The dry wood wasn't cut; instead, it seemed to come alive and clung to the sickle, then gradually liquefied and was absorbed by it.
Lin Fan recited along, "This is called the formless form, the imageless image, this is called the indistinct and vague. Approaching it, one cannot see its beginning; following it, one cannot see its end. Hold fast to the ancient way, to govern what exists today..."
Miao Zhuzi looked at Lin Fan as if it were a matter of course, "As expected, Senior Brother knows. It seems I don't need to say anything more."
This is the second step in subduing the Crimson Robe, which requires a portion of its remains as a catalyst. Once this step is completed, Lin Fan will no longer be harassed every night, and will even be able to issue some simple commands proactively.
If you need to force the Red-Clothed Curse to kill someone, you can only use it a maximum of three times. After three times, the Red-Clothed Curse will break free of your control.
Seeing that the sickle had completely absorbed the dry wood, he said, "Alright, let's go."
"Senior brother, wait a minute." Miao Zhuzi handed the bundle she was carrying to Lin Fan. "This contains all my belongings, as well as some items for the Longevity Ceremony."
Lin Fan smiled but didn't take it. "Why would I give it to you?"
“There are still two bald monks at Tanjie Temple here. I'll help you hold them off.”
Lin Fan's smile froze on his face. He hadn't expected Miao Zhuzi to go to such lengths.
Miao Zhu smiled sweetly, "Could you give one of the elixirs that Master gave to Senior Brother to each of us, Junior Sister? That would increase my chances of winning."
Lin Fan took out two pills, one gray and one red, and handed them over, "You don't mean to..."
Miao Zhuzi clearly seemed determined to cover Lin Fan's retreat at all costs. Lin Fan felt terrible thinking about all the doubts he had previously had about her, and he couldn't accept her seemingly unwarranted sacrifice.
"Of course not." Miao Zhuzi stuffed the package into Lin Fan's arms. "As you know, I have ulterior motives towards you. The things in this package are useful to you, and they also have a backup plan for me to track you down in the future. Do you still have things to do? Why don't you finish them first, and then wait for me to come find you."
Lin Fan nodded. Since the Daoist nun had said so, he really had no reason to refuse. "Daoist nun, take care of yourself. I'll repay you next time we meet."
"Wait, senior brother, the scars on your face are too obvious. You should find something to cover them up."
Lin Fan took out two packages and rummaged through them for a while, eventually finding the ghost face mask that Lin Luozi had used to scare him before.
Lin Fan put the ghost mask on his face.
Miao Zhuzi glanced at it and realized that it seemed even more conspicuous now, but it didn't matter, as long as no one saw the scar on her face before she left the city.
Lin Fan turned and left, but Miao Zhuzi's last words of advice drifted back to him: "Senior brother, don't rush out of the city. The whole city will definitely be under martial law tonight, but the guard will be at its lightest in the early morning."
"Thank you, until we meet again." Lin Fan bowed and left.
"Officer Li, where is Officer Li?"
"He went to the Wu family for drinks. Quick, send someone to find Officer Li. We can't stop him."
Having taken the super-strength pill, Lin Fan grabbed the head of one of the constables with each hand, put their heads together with a bang, and both of them passed out.
With each use, Lin Fan felt the effects of the Power Pill were getting better and better, and even his physical body was constantly becoming stronger. This elixir was indeed very effective, but it was a bit too taxing. Lin Fan, who was only sixteen years old, now looked almost thirty. His appearance was completely different from before.
Two constables wielding knives rushed forward. Unlike the regular constables, they were skilled in martial arts, and their steel knives were no joke.
Lin Fan's black blade sliced through a steel knife in one swift motion, and his scythe deftly grazed another constable's arm, who immediately burst into tears. Lin Fan had only slightly relaxed his curse, which bought him considerable time.
Of course, Lin Fan was also cut on the arm by the constable's knife, but it was worth it. Just as the two were surprised, Lin Fan had already passed them and was running towards the yamen gate.
"Senior brother, it seems that Benefactor Lin is about to leave."
“Brother Fakong went back to the temple to find a way to deal with the living curse. Before he left, he told us to keep an eye on Benefactor Lin and not let him leave at will.”
As they were talking, the two monks who were sitting opposite each other suddenly stood up, pushed open the door and went out. Just as they reached the courtyard gate, they saw a round-faced Taoist nun leaning against the door.
He was wearing a large, dark green Taoist robe, which vaguely revealed some of his snow-white skin underneath, suggesting that there was no other clothing underneath that could be seen through.
"Where are you two masters going tonight? Why don't you join me for a warm drink and a discussion of the Dao? Wouldn't that be delightful?"
Miao Zhuzi took a sip from a gourd, tilting her head back. She seemed to have been drinking for a while, her face flushed, and her expression and tone were alluring.
Miao Zhuzi exuded a captivating charm, which she naturally employed through some means, just as she had used on Lin Fan at Linglong Temple.
The two monks had cultivated for many years; how could they be so easily defeated? Miaozhuzi didn't expect to subdue them with this method alone. The monks had Bajie; if she could see through either of them, it would greatly reduce their strength.
Unaware of the other party's intentions, Fazhi spoke up, "Daoist Master, my fellow disciples and I have important matters to attend to, which have nothing to do with you. Please make way for us."
Miao Zhuzi smiled charmingly, "How can it be unrelated? These bald monks are going to capture my senior brother, how can I sit idly by?"
As she spoke, Miao Zhuzi threw away the wine pot, and with a flick of her wrist, an iron sword emerged from her wide sleeve.
The monk felt a chill run down his spine; this Taoist nun was determined to fight to the death.
There are many taboos in spiritual practice in this world. For example, monks cannot have lustful thoughts, and they cannot use ordinary weapons in magical duels. Ordinary Taoists cannot break their primordial yang and primordial yin, and they cannot use iron tools in magical duels. Otherwise, their spiritual progress will be damaged.
Fazhi yelled "Hey!" and his whole body shone with golden light. He took Miaozhu's sword with his bare body, leaving a white line on his golden body.
Miao Zhuzi was not proficient in martial arts swordsmanship; she only knew the fancy moves Wan Shou taught her. Her sword flourishes were beautiful and her posture graceful, but the actual power of her swordsmanship relied entirely on the physical enhancement she received after taking the Strength Pill.
One longsword was indeed at a disadvantage against two invulnerable monks.
"Master, why don't we stop here? This humble monk doesn't want to hurt you."
As Fazhi said this, his hands moved with lightning speed, grabbing Miaozhu's iron sword, blood seeping slightly from his hands.
Faming leaped into the air like a toad, and with a palm strike, he was about to chop down on Miaozhuzi's face.
*Pfft!* Miao Zhuzi barely dodged the palm strike, but Fa Ming froze, feeling a sharp pain in his back.
Fazhi happened to see Faming's back, where an iron sword was stuck in his Golden Spirit Storage. Following the direction of the iron sword, he saw a pair of slender arms holding the sword, and it turned out to be another Taoist nun.
This Miaozhuzi had her snow-white shoulders exposed, and she was only wearing a bellyband on her upper body and training pants on her lower body.
Fazhi looked at the two beautiful Taoist nuns who looked exactly alike, and for some reason thought that the clothes they were wearing together made up a complete set. His heart skipped a beat, and lustful thoughts arose in his mind, causing him to lose 30% of his power.
Fazhi remained outwardly calm, and with a single palm strike, he repelled Miaozhu, who was wearing a bellyband.
Miaozhuzi, draped in a Taoist robe, lashed out with her long legs like whips. Faming, gazing at her smooth, jade-like legs, felt a sudden jolt of fear, realizing they seemed to share only one pair of pants. Lust surged within him…