The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 46 Clay Figures

Yuanzhi and the Wang family stared intently at the second floor, their hearts pounding with fear.

If Zhou Fengchen can't defeat this monster, and the monster becomes enraged, none of the people present will escape today.

……

In the room on the second floor, Zhou Fengchen was lying on the bed wearing a floral dress. He felt awkward all over and thought to himself, "Why do I feel so strange being dressed as a woman?"

Just then, the door creaked open, and a chilly aura rushed in. Zhou Fengchen quickly turned to the side and stood still, his heart pounding. Damn it, they're here!

"My wife, your husband is here, kokoko..."

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and his laughter was even more unpleasant.

Zhou Fengchen took a deep breath, pressed his left hand on the bed, and formed a hand seal with his right hand.

"Wife! Why are you ignoring me?"

The sound slowly approached, accompanied by a series of pattering footsteps.

Zhou Fengchen estimated the distance, and when the other party reached the bedside, he suddenly leaped up, executed a beautiful sideways maneuver, and struck out with his right hand, "Xuan Liu, Thousand Strikes Break!"

Snapped!

Caught off guard, the monster was struck in the chest and staggered back several steps.

Zhou Fengchen landed on the bed, shook his hands, and thought, "Damn, my body is as hard as a rock."

"You are not my wife! Who are you?" The monster roared in fury, opening its blood-red maw.

Zhou Fengchen stared at the monster, then laughed, "Are you blind? Don't you recognize your grandfather?"

"The Wang family has hired someone to kill me again! I am Lord Black Crow of Northern Python Mountain. Since you demon don't know what's good for you, I'll send you to your death today!"

The monster flew into a rage, roaring as it charged forward, accompanied by a foul stench.

Zhou Fengchen chuckled upon seeing this. He could discern the cultivation level of demons and ghosts the moment they made a move—an instinctive skill passed down from his father. This monster before him possessed only a paltry aura of yin energy, at most a hundred years of cultivation, which was hardly enough to deter him. Instantly, he flashed behind the monster and grabbed forcefully: "Xuan San, Yin-Locking Claw!"

Card wipe!

He ripped off one of the monster's arms. The monster cried out in pain, realizing that this person was different from the previous two. It let out a strange cry, took off running, crashed through the door, and went downstairs.

"Where do you think you're going!" Zhou Fengchen shouted and gave chase.

……

Downstairs, Monk Yuanzhi and Old Man Wang's family heard a series of cracking noises from inside the room. They were all tense and sweating profusely. Just then, the door broke open with a "bang," and the monster howled and ran away quickly. Zhou Fengchen followed behind like he was beating up his grandson. They were all dumbfounded.

The monster was so fast, it glided down the stairs and disappeared into the night outside the door in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Fengchen stopped in the hall, placed his severed arm on the ground, took out some yellow paper from his pocket, folded it into a paper crane, clasped his hands together, and chanted: "Soul-locking mark, tracking talisman, so be it! Go!"

The little paper crane fluttered its wings and leisurely chased after the crane out the door.

This move left Monk Yuanzhi and Old Man Wang's family speechless once again.

At this moment, the lights in the hall came on again. There was a wet, muddy trail left by the monster on the floor. Zhou Fengchen picked up the severed arm he had just thrown away. It was a lifelike mud lump arm that he had carved. He played with it for a bit and found it was quite heavy.

Monk Yuanzhi and the Wang family members gathered around, asking curiously, "What is this?"

Zhou Fengchen said, "It was the monster's arm that I pulled off. This monster should be a clay statue, which is a deity that has become a spirit in the temples and shrines in the mountains."

Monk Yuanzhi let out a long breath and said, "Brother, I'm truly convinced today!"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head: "Screw you! This thing isn't that scary; it's just that this old man's description is terrifying!"

Old Wang's breathing trembled. He looked at the door, then at the muddy arm on the ground, and finally at Zhou Fengchen. "Daoist... Daoist Master! This Black Crow Lord..."

Zhou Fengchen waved his hand and said, "I'll go after him now. I'll kill him later and bring back his eyeballs. You give me the money, okay?"

Old Wang was overjoyed and said, "Absolutely no problem!"

Zhou Fengchen then said to Monk Yuanzhi, "You stay here and keep watch, I'm going to do something."

Before Monk Yuanzhi could answer, he flashed to the door.

……

The night was deep outside, and a light rain was falling. It was autumn, and the rain felt chilly on my skin.

Zhou Fengchen sensed the location of the "Spirit-Seeking Paper Crane" and ran wildly. As he ran, he left the city and the scenery in front of him gradually became desolate, with a range of small mountains appearing in the distance.

They came to a path leading up the mountain, and the connection suddenly went dead. Zhou Fengchen looked around for a moment, picked up the little paper crane that was soaking wet, and frowned. Had he lost her? Looking around, he suddenly noticed an old woman not far ahead, slowly climbing up the mountain.

In the dead of night, in the middle of nowhere, where would an old woman come from? Zhou Fengchen glanced over discreetly, couldn't help but sneer, and walked up behind the old woman, asking, "Auntie, where are you headed in the middle of the night?"

The old woman trembled slightly, but without turning around, she said, "Alas! I'm going to the mountains to pay homage to Lord Black Crow!"

Zhou Fengchen asked, "What is Lord Black Crow?"

As the old woman walked, she said, "It has quite a history. In the old days, this area was plagued by locusts, and it looked like the crops were going to fail completely. Then, a flock of black crows appeared out of nowhere and started eating the locusts. Gradually, they ate all the locusts away. The people said that these black crows were messengers of the gods. When life got better, to thank these black crows, they built a temple for them. The temple enshrines the Black Crow Lord."

Zhou Fengchen smiled and said, "There aren't any locust plagues right now, so why are you going to worship him so late at night?"

The old woman said, "Black Crow is a good deity; let's pray for peace of mind!"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head and said, "I don't think he's a good god. He's just a temple that people built spontaneously. It received incense offerings and became spiritual. Later, he absorbed the essence of the sun and moon in the mountain valley and became a spirit. He came out and raped people's girls."

The old woman, though outwardly fierce, said weakly, "Hey, young man! Don't talk nonsense! Black Crow is a good deity!"

Zhou Fengchen's face turned cold. "You beast, you're quite the actor. Show me your true form now!"

The old woman let out a strange scream, her body blurred, and she transformed into the monster in front of her, rushing forward.

"Still running?" Zhou Fengchen sneered and gave chase.

The monster ran incredibly fast, deeper and deeper into the mountains, until it finally disappeared into a densely wooded valley.

Zhou Fengchen looked around and muttered, "A maze? No wonder Old Man Wang couldn't find it."

As he spoke, he took a step forward and came to a grove of trees. He took eight steps to the left, three steps back, and then five steps to the right. Suddenly, the scenery in front of him changed, and an ancient, dilapidated temple appeared.

Upon entering the temple, one finds it in a state of disrepair, except for a clay sculpture that has been polished to a shine, especially its pair of stone eyes, which are crystal clear and very beautiful, though at this moment they are shedding two lines of tears.

"If only I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place?"

Zhou Fengchen looked at the statue and said, "Blame it on your own for not cultivating properly and instead running off to cause trouble for others. I'm sorry!"

He then took out a talisman and stuck it on the statue's forehead, then took two steps back, jumped up, and kicked the clay statue.

boom!

The clay sculpture shattered on the ground, and a scream echoed through the hazy distance, with blood flowing everywhere.

Zhou Fengchen clapped his hands, picked up two stone eyes from the pile of mud, recited the "Sutra of Rebirth in the Pure Land" for a while, and then turned and went out.

……

Back at the Wang family villa, Monk Yuanzhi and the Wang family were eagerly waiting. When they saw Zhou Fengchen leisurely returning in the light rain, they were all extremely excited.

Monk Yuanzhi greeted him from afar, "How are you, brother?"

Zhou Fengchen spread his palms, revealing his eyes, and said, "Damn it, I've got two hundred thousand."

Monk Yuanzhi rubbed his hands together excitedly: "That's amazing!"

The rest was simple. Zhou Fengchen explained the origin of the monster to the Wang family, recounted the process of suppressing it, and finally took out a pair of stone eyes and said to Old Man Wang, "These are the monster's treasures, priceless treasures. Crush them, put them in boiling water, add some brown sugar, and feed them to your granddaughter twice a day, morning and evening. She will recover her vitality in seven days."

The Wang family was extremely grateful and presented the money with both hands, asking for their contact information so they could stay in touch. Monk Yuanzhi and Zhou Fengchen had no desire to argue with him and happily ran out the door with the money in their arms.