Left-handed immortality begins with the Demon Suppression Division

Chapter 82 Nine Aperture Stone Spirits

The candlelight casts its glow on the wall, while the fine rain falls beneath the eaves.

Fang Hongxuan held a knife and stared coldly at her, while the woman bent over, glaring angrily in the rain.

On the bed

Luo Ji sat up abruptly, frantically groping around to his side.

That familiar feeling never resurfaced; instead, I found a small, tender hand.

"What are you looking for, benefactor? Why don't you tell me, so I can search with you?"

The anxious expression on Luo Ji's face was no longer the refined and elegant look he once had.

"Where is she?" Where have you hidden her? Give her back to me at once!

Outdoors

The woman seemed to hear her lover's call. Already filled with shock and anger, she now looked on with longing and pleading.

Even the previous resistance had vanished.

"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you. But I hope you can wait a moment and let me save your life first."

Although the woman did not know Fang Hongxuan's identity, the resentful aura surrounding him was undeniable.

Therefore, the woman believed that Fang Hongxuan had come to abduct her, to exploit her and drain her yin energy to strengthen himself.

As for why Fang Hongxuan didn't make a move, it was because he wanted to see what kind of evil spirit would endure for so long without swallowing the fat meat in its mouth.

The flimsy wooden door could hardly withstand the heart-wrenching pleas from within. Luo Ji, tears streaming down his face, was convulsing violently, as if he would lose his life in a moment.

"Squeak..."

The wooden door was pulled open, and Daoyuan walked out of the house, staring at the woman with amazement.

"Amitabha Buddha, I never expected that a Shadow Spider would extend Benefactor Luo's life..."

The novice monk pulled Fang Hongxuan, who was standing with his sword drawn, aside to make way for him.

"Go now. After this matter is settled, tell us about the spirit of that naturally formed stone."

Seemingly sensing Fang Hongxuan's confusion, the novice monk pondered for a long time before explaining the reason.

"All things in the world can cultivate, even the most stubborn and unyielding rocks have a chance. These kinds of rocks are called stone spirits, and the ones with the greatest potential have nine orifices. When the time is right, they will transform into the mountain god of this mountain, protecting the creatures of this place."

"If the transformation fails, evil spirits will be born within the acupoints. They are formless yet have shadows and can only appear in the world at night."

"I should have thought of that sooner..."

Fang Hongxuan also thought of the spider that was wrapped around Luo Yixiang's body, and then he thought of something else.

"In that case, there should be more than one shadow spider. In my opinion, the shadow spider behind the woman was intact, unlike the one whose limbs I severed."

Dao Yuan sighed softly, a rare look of regret appearing on his face.

"It's a pity that my innate wisdom hasn't fully awakened; otherwise, I would surely have been able to retrieve relevant information from my past life memories..."

...

"My lord, I am here..."

The woman grasped Roger's hand, which was groping around haphazardly. No matter how hard she tried to hide it, the sob in her throat was impossible to conceal.

"My wife, were those two men outside the door bullying you? Let me drive them away, and then we can talk again."

Luo Ji staggered and struggled, trying to get up. However, he was held down by the woman and could not move no matter what he did.

"My lady, why is that?"

The woman wiped away the hot tears from the corners of her eyes and covered Roger with a blanket.

"It's been half the night, so you must be starving. You should rest in bed while I prepare some food for you."

An indescribable sorrow spread across Luo Ji's face; at this moment, how could he not know that this was his last meal?

"I am but a useless scholar, blind and powerless, so that when thieves bullied my wife and me, I was powerless to help... It would be better if we went to the Yellow Springs together, and walked side by side on the way..."

Fang Hongxuan and the novice monk, who were chatting idly by the door, looked at each other with puzzled expressions. After only a moment, an unspoken silence filled their faces.

...

"Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor Fang is not the kind of person who loves to kill. This humble monk is even more compassionate, sweeping the floor for fear of harming an ant, and cherishing a moth by covering a lamp with a screen. How could Benefactor Luo call us thieves?"

"Is this novice monk truly a Hutuktu from the Secret Realm? And what kind of love story between a human and a ghost is this blind scholar putting on?"

Fang Hongxuan's expression remained unchanged, but his heart grew increasingly silent. It was as if he had stumbled into a makeshift troupe set up by just a few people.

As he pondered, not only did the belt around his waist tighten, but his toes under his boots also gripped tightly.

"Cough cough..."

As Dao Yuan coughed violently, that sense of vicissitude and etherealness resurfaced. Even the childlike innocence and naivety on his face vanished.

Fang Hongxuan knew that this was the return of the true Venerable One.

...

"How long are you going to prolong his life?"

A nearly invisible red-gold merit wheel appeared behind Daoyuan's head. Half of his face was adorned with a compassionate expression, while the other half was adorned with an angry expression, resembling the legendary enlightened Buddha.

The terrified woman collapsed to the ground, and even Fang Hongxuan felt unwell. The dimly lit room was then bathed in dazzling Buddhist light.

The shadow spider that was controlling the woman curled up into a ball, no longer daring to move an inch.

A faint stinging pain spread around Fang Hongxuan. His pupils suddenly contracted, and his right hand, which was at his waist, instinctively pulled out the Cuo Jin.

Dao Yuan glanced at Fang Hongxuan unintentionally, and Fang Hongxuan was horrified to find that he had unconsciously sheathed his sword.

"What...what kind of ability is this...?"

Even Luo Ji, lying on his bed, seemed to have been greatly stimulated. He, who had been able to barely maintain his composure, was now like a baby mouse encountering its natural enemy.

He spewed thick foam from his mouth, and salty water spilled everywhere. His whole body even began to tremble violently, and his flesh and blood rapidly withered away.

Seeing this, the woman was both anxious and frightened. In her desperation, she disregarded Dao Yuan's gaze and shielded Luo Ji behind her.

"Master, please spare his life."

"You and he forcibly extended their lives, causing countless deaths. How can this humble monk let you two go unpunished?"

Unexpectedly, the shadow spider, which had been curled up in a ball, walked to Dao Yuan's side and bent down to communicate with him.

In just a moment, Daoyuan's face, which had been half angry, transformed into one of compassion.

"I see...."

The shallow merit wheel vanished without a trace, and the Buddha's light that filled the room also dissipated in an instant.

Everything returned to calm, and even the withered and emaciated Luo Ji now showed signs of pain.

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Tap tap tap...

The rapid hoofbeats echoed along the quiet, empty village road, followed closely by a panting sound.

"Master Zhiquan, we're just ahead. The only remaining house on those ruins is Luo Ji's. Please go ahead, Master, I'll follow shortly."

He had not run so fast for dozens of miles in a long time. Now, Luo Quanzhou felt an unbearable metallic taste in his throat, as if it were being burned by flames.

Zhiquan naturally wouldn't stop to wait for Luo Quanzhou. Instead, he tightened his grip on the horse's belly, pulled on the reins, and cracked the whip, urging his yellow horse to go faster and faster.

"You thieves! You two have nowhere to escape!"