Chapter 132 He's Coming

The old Taoist didn't think he had any acrophobia. In his life, he had been to many famous mountains and rivers. Nowadays, many famous mountain scenic spots have basically undergone corresponding degrees of tourism development and infrastructure construction. Walking up the steps, it's tiring, but it's not really dangerous.

Back then, when the old Taoist climbed mountains, there were no such good conditions. Didn't he make it through?

But no matter how he climbed mountains before, he would never climb to this kind of place. Apart from the dozens of square meters of foothold around him, the outer surroundings were all towering cliffs.

White mist was still below, and God knows how high the cliff actually was.

The old Taoist didn't dare to crawl to the edge to take a closer look. At this height, in this environment, even people who weren't afraid of heights would become "afraid of heights."

Is this a dream?

Regardless of whether it's a dream or not,

It's scary enough.

The old Taoist didn't have the courage to jump down and shout, "Since this is a dream, then let me wake up!"

Or,

Is this senile dementia, causing hallucinations?

This was indeed the old Taoist's first reaction. How the hell was his bedroom door not a "teleportation door"? How could he end up in this godforsaken place just by opening the door and walking in?

The old Taoist sat there and pondered for a long time,

But couldn't figure anything out.

It wasn't that he hadn't considered that someone might be setting him up, but it was because the old Taoist's level was limited, and he really hadn't thought that there was such a way to "prank" people in this world.

Even the more advanced "treatment" was usually enjoyed by his boss, and he was just an extra, not hogging the spotlight.

His hand was always placed at his crotch, which was the source of his masculine courage.

The old Taoist prepared to respond to all changes with constancy. He felt that he should still be in the bookstore. No matter what happened, as long as he could grit his teeth and persevere, not give up, and wait for the boss and others to come and lend a hand, that would be good.

He was an optimist, open-minded, never thinking he was anything special, quietly playing his part.

Then,

Half an hour passed.

The old Taoist sat on the top of the mountain,

Feeling that his old face was about to be swollen by the piercing mountain wind,

But the problem was,

What about the rest of the story?

What danger?

What shadows?

What strange beasts?

Where did they all go?

The old Taoist had been keeping his hand ready to pull out a talisman, and his arm was stiff as a result.

Ten thousand grass mud horses galloped through his mind,

What the hell is this?

They pulled this old priest in,

And then just left him here?

Then why didn't you arrange a sunny beach for this old priest, and a bunch of bikini-clad babes to go with it?

Hey,

Is anyone there?

Anyone?

At least make some noise!

Damn it!

Don't treat me like I'm nothing!

Don't look down on me like that!

Did you pull me into this place just to let me be blown to death by the wind?

Or starve to death? Thirst to death?

Hey,

Say something!

Someone,

Someone come and acknowledge me!

The old Taoist's mentality changed, because this was too awkward. What was this all about?

What he didn't know was that,

Behind him,

There used to be a temple,

But now,

The temple was gone,

And in the temple, there should have been a Bodhisattva wearing a mask,

The temple was gone,

So naturally the Bodhisattva was gone too.

According to the normal rhythm,

Originally, the Bodhisattva should have appeared,

Pointing at the old Taoist:

"Are you blind?

You actually believed my words back then!"

But none of this happened.

The whole rhythm was like an old DVD with a scratched disc, the tape was seriously jammed, and there were dense snowflakes, impossible to play.

And the old Taoist,

Who was supposed to be the little protagonist in this area,

But the protagonist came to the studio,

And found that he was really the only one in the studio,

The rest of the director, supporting actors, lighting, and costumes were all on vacation.

The old Taoist shook his sore wrist,

And wailed:

"Is there anyone there? Hey, someone say something!

At least someone, save my dignity!

If I get out of here and everyone's talking about what dangers they encountered,

Am I just going to say that I sat here like an idiot, getting blown by the wind for half a day?"

…………

In the dark and vast mountains and swamps,

Stretched a huge and terrifying figure.

The boy had a writing brush tied around his waist and a booklet tucked in his arms, but in his hand, he held a bucket and a brush, and was standing in a valley, helping to wipe away the stains there.

Not far in front of the boy,

There was a huge pit,

The boy knew that this hadn't been there before. Ever since Di Ting and the Bodhisattva went out together last time and came back, this pit had appeared.

He didn't dare to ask Di Ting how this pit had appeared,

Because anyone would be reluctant to mention their own losses and embarrassing things.

But thinking about the rumors in Hell now,

It was said that there was a person,

Who stood on Di Ting,

And forcefully stomped out this pit!

The boy thought it was a bit exaggerated, but seeing is believing. As one of the only two people in the entire Hell closest to Di Ting, he knew that this was hard to fake.

Moreover, those things were being spread more and more bizarrely,

It was also said that that person summoned the blood moon in the sky,

And smashed it at the City of King Song,

Then, in the great battle,

He summoned the blood moon again,

Using it as a weapon to sweep through the Yin Division army,

And blew up who knows how many Yama's incarnations.

What a pity.

The boy knew his own worth.

He didn't obtain the Judge's Jade Tablet with merit and points,

But because he had served and cleaned Di Ting with merit,

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva issued a decree,

And rewarded him with the identity of a "Judge."

He had also returned to the Yang realm,

The changes in the Yang realm were really great,

He had also visited that bookstore,

But as soon as he thought of that bookstore, the boy didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

Di Ting was sleeping under his feet, but he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.

That matter,

That discovery,

He hadn't mentioned it to anyone.

Because of his special status, he wasn't in the Yin Division army when they went out to war, and no one dared to come here specifically to bring the "Groom of Horses" to participate in the battle.

The boy knew that his identity was looked down upon by the Yin Division. Even those inspectors, when they saw him, were respectful on the surface, but in their hearts, they still thought that he was a monkey in official garb.

But he wasn't angry,

Because he was originally a lucky upstart. People were right to laugh, so why be angry?

Regarding the ending of that upheaval,

There were also many different opinions.

Some said that the Yin Division army intercepted and killed that person,

Because that person burned up in the end, turning into ashes.

Some said that the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva took action and suppressed the ferocious demon!

Others said that that person went directly to the Bridge of Helplessness, preferring to cut off everything and start over, rather than bow his head in front of the Yin Division army.

There were many different versions. The boy himself didn't know which one to believe, but he still hoped that it was the last one.

Such a great and wonderful person,

Had ended so completely,

It was a bit too much of a pity.

Just as the boy was wiping the black rock under his feet and thinking about things,

The mountains under him suddenly trembled,

The boy stabilized his figure,

And said with some doubt:

"Where does it itch? Should I scratch it for you?"

A pair of huge, crimson eyes, like ordinary mountains, twisted over,

The voice was as if from the sky,

Thunder rolling.

"Someone dares to provoke the Bodhisattva's majesty!"

"Who is it, where? I'll go and destroy him!"

Loyal triple strike completed!

"In the Yang realm, haha, in the Yang realm, this aura is a bit unfamiliar..."

Di Ting seemed to be talking to himself.

"Send a message to the Yin Division," the boy suggested.

"Oh..."

Di Ting suddenly let out a sigh,

As if he had heard some clues,

And slowly said:

"It's... a vessel."

"What vessel?"

The boy asked cautiously, because he really hadn't heard it clearly just now. It wasn't that Di Ting's voice was too soft. In fact, how could such a large being have a soft voice?

It was just that the middle syllable was too vague.

"Haha, then let's not bother with it. The Bodhisattva once instructed that anything related to that area should not be touched. Let it be."

"Yes, let it be!" The boy nodded vigorously in agreement.

"But to think of using the Bodhisattva as a tool,

Is a bit too arrogant.

After all, he's just... a vessel.

... is no longer here,

A... vessel,

How dare he be so rampant!"

"@#%￥%+!!!!!!!"

The boy couldn't help but curse.

If you want to show off in front of me, just show off,

But can you not deliberately blur the sounds!

Don't keep me hanging like that!

"I won't go and perceive where you are, nor will I observe what you are doing. Everything about you, I can deliberately turn a blind eye to!

It's just that the Bodhisattva is still in seclusion, but, the Bodhisattva's majesty is inviolable!"

"Hmph!"

A muffled sound,

Came from within the mountains,

In the dark,

It was as if there was a knife,

That had slashed down!

…………

"Cover your eyes, cover my eyes;

Can't see it anymore... Can't see it, cover my eyes..."

At the gate of a pyramid scheme den, an old man who was wiping the blood from his palm while hopping and skipping with joy suddenly froze.

He raised his left hand,

But in fact, he raised his right hand,

He took a few steps forward,

But in fact, he took a few steps back.

His face,

Revealed a look of surprise,

But in his heart,

He was actually panicking!

He seemed to be stuck,

And his whole body began to be a little disordered, constantly trembling, constantly moving forward and backward, like he was dancing a robot dance.

After a long time,

Only the sound of something breaking was heard,

The old man's back hunched over,

His eye sockets completely sunken,

In his pupils, only black was visible, nothing else.

Clusters of black air,

Began to rise from the old man's back,

The old man looked a lot older all of a sudden.

However,

At least for now,

The old man had returned to normal compared to before.

The old man's face was full of disbelief,

He looked at the ground under his feet in a daze,

And murmured:

"How is it possible, how is it possible, how could I have provoked a big shot to take action?

How is it possible, how is it possible, how could this be?"

But soon,

The expression on the old man's face was replaced by the aura of a hawk,

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

He braced himself to straighten his body,

And faced the direction of the bookstore:

"What a pity, I can't play slowly like this anymore.

Good apprentice,

Do you miss your master?

I miss you so much too!

Master,

Is coming!"

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This is the fourth update, there's more tonight!