Left-handed immortality begins with the Demon Suppression Division

Chapter 79 The True and False Gurus

The sky was overcast, and a fierce wind was howling.

The leaden clouds along the edge of the curtain had already spread out, and the deepest ones even flashed with lightning, followed by a series of rumbling claps of thunder.

The somber atmosphere dispelled the swirling fog, and a faint smell of blood wafted to Fang Hongxuan's nose.

Forcibly suppressing his inner desires, Fang Hongxuan stood before Luo Guisheng with his knife in hand.

The scarlet eyes stared down at him, and the immense pressure made Luo Guisheng tremble.

"Tell them all to go back and wait. If they dare to escape, then I will hold you accountable."

"You'd better not cover this up. If someone finds out, for every person missing, you'll have to pay with three knives..."

Trembling, Luo Guisheng repeatedly agreed, then scrambled away from the place.

As for Luo Nanying and Niu Cuicui at the door, they were already terrified and lost their composure.

Looking at Niu Cuicui, who bore a striking resemblance to the man they had encountered earlier, Fang Hongxuan blurted out a sentence out of the blue.

Do you know Luo Zhengyu?

These seven words seemed to be filled with supreme magical power, causing the calm woman to go mad.

She clung tightly to Fang Hongxuan's arm, staring intently at him.

"How did you learn my son's name...? My husband, you've seen him... and where is he now...?"

The words that Fang Hongxuan was about to say were abruptly blocked from his lips.

Seeing this, Niu Cuicui, who was crying and sniffling, also woke up.

"May I ask, young hero, where my husband and son are buried? I wish to bring them home..."

"Their remains have been lost... Your husband, before he died, told you to find a good family and live a peaceful life... Don't wait for him anymore..."

After a long silence, Fang Hongxuan bluntly stated the truth.

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk has already performed the rites for the two of them and sent them to the Western Paradise. Time flies like an arrow... Please accept my condolences."

That maturity beyond his years reappeared on that youthful face.

Namo Ratna Trayaya...

Under the soothing influence of the Great Compassion Mantra, Niu Cuicui gradually regained her composure.

"You two should go home first. Once this matter is settled, this humble monk and Benefactor Fang will deal with the evil spirits in the mountains."

Luo Nanying, who had long wanted to escape this place, agreed repeatedly and helped Niu Cuicui flee towards the village entrance.

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"Although I, Fang, have not performed many meritorious deeds in escorting the monk all the way, I have still shown some kindness... It would be better to be frank with him..."

Fang Hongxuan's mind was on high alert. He immediately saw his previous actions as the result of the novice monk's bewitching influence.

"hehe..."

"What are you talking about, benefactor? ... Affinity is affinity... and I have never changed my mind..."

Daoyuan's face showed pity and compassion, making him look exactly like a highly accomplished monk.

"Are you perhaps also from Earth?"

"Heh... So you are an extraterrestrial demon from beyond the boundary..."

Fang Hongxuan's pupils suddenly contracted. When Dao Yuan mentioned demons, he felt a sense of horror as if he were walking on the edge of life and death.

"Who exactly are you?!"

"As I said, I am the one who has the affinity for the Dao, and the one who has the affinity for the Dao is me."

Forcing himself to calm down, Fang Hongxuan bowed to Dao Yuan.

"I have important matters to attend to, so let's part ways here."

As if worried that Dao Yuan would interfere, Fang Hongxuan slightly unsheathed the sword at his waist, its imposing aura pointing directly at Dao Yuan's brow.

"The road leads to both sides; it is up to you, Benefactor Fang, to decide whether to stay or leave. If you would be so kind as to accompany me to the Great Ruo Temple..."

"This humble monk is also willing to grant Benefactor Fang an immense opportunity."

Dao Yuan smiled, looking as if he had Fang Hongxuan completely under his control.

Fang Hongxuan did not say anything, and took Wu Qi's hand to head down the village road.

"Amitabha, it seems that Benefactor Fang looks down on the methods of Tantric Buddhism. In that case... this humble monk will have no choice but to go to Daruo Temple alone."

In a daze, Dao Yuan's old-fashioned demeanor revealed a childlike innocence and playfulness.

Fang Hongxuan, who was about to mount his horse, froze in place.

Even so, his mind was in turmoil.

For a thorough materialist like Fang Hongxuan, there is no belief in the existence of many coincidences in the world. If such a thing were to happen, it would only prove that someone had done it on purpose.

In an instant, the image of that person with a feather fan and silk turban, exuding an aura of detachment from worldly affairs, quickly appeared in his mind.

"Zhuge Xu?!"

"What connection does he have with the Heart-Eating Demon...?"

Fang Hongxuan let out a long breath and calmed down a little.

"What is the purpose of your and Namikawa's journey to Oryokami Temple, or perhaps...?"

"Amitabha Buddha, in my previous life I was a venerable monk of Da Ruo Temple. Zong Du bringing me back to Da Ruo Temple to return to my rightful place was in accordance with the natural order."

"Hutuktu! It's actually Hutuktu! No wonder his aura is so unique, so ethereal, just like Zhuge Xu's..."

"In that case, it's impossible for them to have conspired against me..."

Fang Hongxuan mounted his horse quickly, but dismounted even faster.

He walked up to Daoyuan in a few steps and reached out his hands to shake hands with him tightly.

"If Your Excellency does not abandon me, I am willing to serve you with my life."

Its clear appearance seemed to have erased even the effects of bloodlust.

"Your Excellency, when will we return to our rightful place and inherit the throne?"

Dao Yuan quietly withdrew his slightly swollen hand, stared at Fang Hongxuan with a smile, and uttered words that made Fang Hongxuan feel slightly apprehensive.

"The Great Temple is about to be destroyed. Why don't you come with me to bear witness?"

"Once this matter is resolved, I will bestow upon you the method to reverse life and death, shall I?"

The momentary excitement vanished in an instant, and Fang Hongxuan realized that there were still many doubts surrounding this matter.

"How could Da Ruo Temple be associated with the Tantric Buddhism of the Vajrayana realm? And how will you teach me?"

Daoyuan turned the prayer beads in his hand, but his compassionate expression remained unchanged.

The Buddha said: It cannot be spoken...

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The drizzling rain made the already damp roads even muddier.

It's no exaggeration to say that if it rains for several days in a row, the entire Luoliang Village will probably be submerged in the swamp formed by the muddy water.

"Village chief, why don't we all head to Liangshan? Even if we become outlaws, it's better than being slaughtered here by those bandits."

"Yes, this place is surrounded by evil spirits; it's not a safe haven. Now, with internal and external troubles, it's time to destroy the old and establish the new..."

The people gathered at the Luo family ancestral hall were whispering and arguing among themselves.

Sitting in the main seat, Luo Guisheng was frowning. He was not afraid of death, but worried about the future of Shiliang Village.

"Tap tap tap..."

The sound of rushing footsteps could be heard outside the door. The person hurriedly pushed the door open and rushed in, shouting as they ran.

"Village Chief! Village Chief! The monk from Da Ruo Temple has arrived! He's right outside the gate!"

The panting man, oblivious to the ecstatic joy on his face, ran around telling everyone in the ancestral hall.

"Excellent! The Master has finally arrived. Those two imposters who impersonated the Master must pay with their blood!"

"Yes, yes... We should go out to greet them, kneel down and kowtow to show our respect!"

A large group of people stepped out the door in an orderly manner.

Outside

The monk, riding a yellow horse, wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, looked down at the villagers who were kowtowing one after another.

His face was filled with greed and expectation...