Chapter 40: The God of War is reborn

Master Hui was afraid that people wouldn’t understand, so he used the standard Beijing dialect. The master was already responding: “Chengyi, come back. There’s nothing for you to do here.”

With Master Hui on the case, I believe there is nothing for me to do. I touched my neck tenderly, and I quickly ran back. If Master Hui was responsible for stalling, I was just causing trouble here.

But on the way back, Master’s words almost made me fall: “Old Hui, my apprentice also said you were a gangster! Save it, even if you’re handsome, can you still find a wife?”

Master Hui, I’m sorry, I did say that. I silently prayed for Master Hui’s forgiveness, and at the same time, I had already run out of the clearing.

I didn’t see any response from Master Hui until I had run behind my master. Could it be that the old man had changed his mind? I couldn’t wait to catch my breath and looked anxiously towards the clearing.

At this time, I was surprised to find that standing outside the clearing, I could not see any black mist at all. There was only a small gust of wind in the clearing, a small gust of wind, raising some dust, and the view was still relatively clear.

Why? Could the resentment be sealed off? At that time, the resentment of the old village chief had filled the entire mountain! Unfortunately, no one answered me at this time, and I could only nervously watch the situation in the clearing. I couldn’t help but sigh again, “Master Hui is awesome.”

At this time, he was even more fierce than I had seen before. His muscles seemed to have regained their vitality, making him seem indestructible. The angry-looking Arhat tattooed on his stomach was even more lifelike. I finally understood why I felt that Master Hui was different. In the past, he was in my mind a lewd old man on the same level as my master, and occasionally he would have the compassionate appearance of a high monk.

Before, he had muscles that turned my perception upside down, but I was just surprised. But now, I don’t know what method he used to turn himself into Rambo from the first blood.

Every time he took a step, it seemed as if the entire earth shook. Every punch he threw seemed to bring forth countless gusts of wind, knocking the monster back repeatedly. I had only guessed that Master Hui was very skilled, but I had never seen him fight so vigorously. I couldn’t help but yell, “Master Hui, Shaolin kung fu, so cool!”

“Shaolin kung fu?” The master looked at me in surprise and then whispered, “No common sense!”

I was stunned. How could he be so ignorant? But I didn’t expect my master to look at me with a proud expression in his eyes, staring at Master Hui in the clearing, and muttering to himself, “This old man hasn’t used this move in a long time. But it’s not enough. Wait until later to show it off. Chengyi, if you want to see it clearly, open your eyes!”

Not enough? I took a closer look and realized that it wasn’t enough. Master Hui’s punches were so powerful, but like my punches, the monster’s body would only sink in and then recover, but very slowly. There was no sign of being smashed, so Master Hui still had potential?

Then why did Master ask me to open my heavenly eye? After I had recovered the Tiger Soul, my half-blind state disappeared automatically. Instead of asking Master, I decided to open my heavenly eye and see for myself.

In the state of the heavenly eye, I saw the truth of everything. Where was Master Hui at this time? It was clearly the Arhat with the tattoo on his body. Unlike the Arhat that Hui Gen’er had invited to follow him, the shadow of this Arhat was attached to Master Hui’s body and was fighting with the vengeful mother and the infant spirit.

Every time he threw a punch, a faint layer of Buddha light would envelop it, and it would always leave a mark on the monster, leaving a scar that was heavier than my Tiger Soul. But like my Tiger Soul, after those scars were left, there was always a faint layer of black mist lingering, and then it would recover, but the speed of recovery was getting slower and slower.

“Chengyi, you always think that Buddhism is about saving people, but what you don’t know is that Buddhism also has monks who fight, and can transform into arhats. Your master Hui’s exorcism has never been the most powerful, and even in a few years, Hui Gen will be stronger than him. He is a true monk of battle. What you see now is him possessed by an arhat. Wait a minute, your master Hui will completely transform into an arhat! That year, we fought hard in the X Bamboo Forest, slaying demons with our swords. Your Grandmaster Hui became a Luohan and fought with me until we were covered in blood and almost died there. Think about it, it’s been many years…” At the end of the story, the Master’s eyes revealed a look of nostalgia.

I closed my heavenly eyes and looked at my master. For a moment, I felt many emotions, but at that moment, the student-like supernormal ability user shouted to my master, “Master Jiang, it’s ready.”

The master suddenly took a step forward, shook his robe, and shouted at Master Hui, “It’s right there. You can probably control it for 30 seconds. It’s up to you, old man Hui.”

Then he said to the other three Taoist people with great pride, “Follow me.” After that, he was about to walk into the open space. I asked anxiously, “Master, what about me?”

The master looked at me and said, “You have done what you should have done. Save your strength for the next battle.”

Then he walked into the arena without hesitation.

It was a magnificent battle feast. The Taoist priests who followed Master into the arena were all high-ranking experts in the department, and there were even people from the Longhu Mountain Taoist Temple, the ancestral temple of Taoism. They were the true hidden Taoist masters of Longhu Mountain, and they were fundamentally different from ordinary Taoist priests outside.

Four Taoist priests with great magical powers simultaneously stepped on the five elements in the center of the arena. Under the influence of my “perverted” spiritual awareness, I felt that the bright blue sky seemed to be affected by the Big Dipper, which was about to appear.

Different mantras were recited from their mouths. As the mantras progressed, they began to pinch their fingers at the same time, and their momentum became stronger and stronger, rising to a height that I could not reach at the moment.

Over there, the arrogant, nimble monster was suppressed by the spiritual power of the seven powerful people, and it could not move at all, not even struggling. This scene made me feel that these special functionaries were truly amazing. You have to know that to completely imprison something, whether in Taoism or Buddhism, is a great spell against heaven.

Finally, the handsome Master Hui made a strange and unfamiliar hand gesture, then roared. At that moment, I didn’t open my third eye, but with my powerful spiritual awareness, I seemed to see that the shadow of the Arhat on Master Hui’s body disappeared, and in an instant, it had become one with Master Hui, even Master Hui’s expression and eyes changed instantly.

He became furious, his momentum was powerful, and people dared not look at him. At that moment, Master Hui performed a Buddhist ritual with one hand, and in the next moment, he let out a roar that shook the heavens and earth, and then punched the monster hard!

Soon, the power of the punch was revealed, and a large crack appeared on the monster’s body, from which a visible mist emerged. Unlike the mist I saw in the deserted village, this mist was a faint black color.

I knew very well that this was resentment, but I was very surprised. What kind of puppet could contain resentment? Even if it was a shape-shifting resentment, it couldn’t be contained in an object like that!

No one could answer my question at the moment. Everyone was staring at the scene nervously but excitedly. Master Hui roared and punched repeatedly. The monster was finally overwhelmed and exploded with a loud bang.

At the moment the monster exploded, a sudden gust of wind blew up from nowhere in the clearing. Circle after circle of black mist seemed to be blown up by the wind and slowly filled the clearing. Master Hui’s robe was tied around his waist, his upper body was exposed, and his robe was blowing in the wind. He stood in the middle with his fists clenched, as if the god of war had been reborn.

This scene of Master Hui is like a never-fading photograph, deeply imprinted in my mind, and it will be difficult to forget for the rest of my life.

The next moment, a faint laugh began to ring out in the clearing, followed by the strange “chittering” sound of a baby. This sound was not tangible, but seemed to be directly emitted from people’s brains.

I was familiar with this sound. It was the true voice of the angry mother and the angry infant spirit. It turned out that the puppet was the angry mother and the angry infant spirit! They were imprisoned in the puppet, and all the mysteries were solved in an instant!

At the same time, Master Hui’s aura was slowly fading, becoming ordinary. There was a hint of fatigue on his face. He glanced at the master who was casting spells and whispered, “Old Jiang, I’ve done what I should do, I’ve tried my best, it’s up to you now.”

My master did not respond, but at this moment, a clear Buddhist chant rang out in the clearing. The high monk who had been named by my master had already entered the field with his robes fluttering in the wind.