Chapter 60: Fighting with the Daogu

Facing my unceremonious ‘return’, Bu Zhou suddenly began to laugh. After laughing, he suddenly stared at me with a fierce look, raised his hand, and whipped me.

I was caught off guard and was hit hard in the arm by his whip. The skin on my arm immediately began to burn with pain. The pain was as hot as a cup of strong liquor, igniting the already fierce anger in my heart.

At that moment, I didn’t care about anything. I’ve never been afraid of anyone in a fight!

Before that guy could put the whip away, I grabbed it and pulled him to me with one strong pull. Without thinking, I smashed my head into his.

Having practiced martial arts since childhood, I knew the power of a headbutt. As long as you grit your teeth, hold your breath, and don’t rush to breathe, the dizziness caused by the headbutt will soon pass. Bu Zhou obviously didn’t understand this, and he was a little dizzy after I hit him.

I was already angry, so without thinking, I continued to punch him, slamming my fist into his arrogant face, then I kicked him, and he immediately bent over.

The Hmong people could not bear to see me beat their ‘prince’ like that, so they all gathered around. Hui Gen, who had been watching the fun, immediately put on airs and pretensions as if he was going to help me fight, as soon as he saw that the many were bullying the few.

Did Master Hui teach Hui Gen “Shaolin kung fu”? But no matter how fancy the technique is, how much strength can a child have? Of course, I couldn’t let Hui Gen take this loss. I shouted, “Buzhou, if you’re a man, fight me one-on-one.”

I knew that the Miao people were all arrogant, especially these black Miao people, who looked down on everyone. They would never let anyone insult their almost divine pride.

Sure enough, Bu Zhou, who had been a little dazed by my earlier punches and kicks, shouted at the top of his voice, “Stop it all! I want to fight him alone.”

After shouting this, he looked at me and said, “Only our Miao people have brave and proud warriors. I didn’t expect a Han to have some strength. Come on.”

After saying that, he roared at me and charged. I didn’t bother to talk nonsense with him. Is it a lie that I practiced martial arts since I was a child? Facing the charging Bu Zhou, I didn’t hesitate to go up to him!

The facts proved that it was impossible for Bu Zhou to beat me. In less than two minutes, this guy was so beaten up that he didn’t even have the strength to fight back. However, he was much stronger than ordinary people. If ordinary people were beaten like this by me, they would have already been lying on the ground. It was rare that he could still stand up.

I guess he was so angry that he yelled, and the next moment he ripped off his turban and then flipped his hand, and a horribly long worm appeared in his hand.

This worm looked like a silkworm, but it was colorful, had a pair of transparent wings, and an exaggeratedly disproportionate front tooth. I knew that there was a famous kind of worm in Miaojiang called the golden silkworm worm, but this was just a general term. In fact, it referred to all kinds of silkworm-like worms that they cultivated, with different effects and toxicity.

Of course, the lower-grade ones can only be called worm goblins or silkworm goblins, and only when they reach a certain level can they be called golden silkworm goblins.

This kind of bug is very special and is a secret of the Miao people. Generally, when one is cultivated, it is mostly used for the birth bug. They are definitely not silkworms, but rather a patchwork of various bugs!

The one in front of me should be a golden silkworm!

Can’t win, so you start using the gusu? I sneered, but I didn’t expect Ling Ruxue to step forward and say to Bu Zhou, “If you want to fight gusu, let me fight with you!”

Bu Zhou just looked at me with a fierce gaze and shouted at me, “If you admit that you are a coward who hides behind a woman, I will take this gourd. Hahahaha…”

This is not a personal problem! Are you bullying me because I can’t fight your Miao gong? If we fight to the death, neither of us will be afraid of the other!

My master has never allowed me to use Taoist magic to fight and be aggressive. The magic spells that he taught me since I was young are only fair and peaceful, never spells to fight with others. My master has been away from me for the past three years, and I have read all the books with him, so I have learned a lot about many spells and can indeed perform many of them. If Bu Zhou wants to fight with me so fiercely and humiliate me for being powerless in Taoism, then let him see what I can do.

I pulled Ling Ruxue away and said, “Don’t forget that I am the descendant of the Mountain Sect of this lineage. I will not use others’ hands to fight with others.”

After saying this, I stood in the middle of the field without fear, a spell in place, pointing at the eyebrow with one finger, and pointing at the back of the week with the other finger. I didn’t care about the bug in his hand at all, and I started to chant in my mind.

The spell I cast was a kind of curse, or more specifically, a Taoist curse. Taoist curses are very powerful, but they can be roughly divided into two types. One type of curse can be cast without the person being present, and all you need to know is the person’s date of birth and place of birth.

One is a curse that can be cast face-to-face. As long as you focus all your thoughts on the person you want to curse, the curse will take effect on that person.

The power of this face-to-face curse can be great or small, and it can also be aided by various talismans and magical instruments. Although I was impulsive, I didn’t want to kill Bu Zhou right away. I had never killed anyone before, I just wanted to teach him a lesson, so I cast the spell directly.

As I quickly recited the incantation, the wind began to blow around me. That was the manifestation of the evil spirits and negative energy gathering around me. There are evil spirits and negative energy everywhere, but they are balanced by positive energy and suppressed. Ordinary people cannot feel them. The art of cursing is nothing more than using the unique skills of Taoist priests to gather them and then use their mental power to drive them and affect people.

This kind of spell, cast by someone with a strong spiritual sense, is especially effective.

Buzhou didn’t understand what I was talking about, and of course he couldn’t just sit there and wait to die. There are thousands of ways to put a curse in the Miao region, and the most advanced is undoubtedly the mind-controlled curse, but this is not something that everyone can do, because the requirements for mental power have reached an extremely powerful level. This is something that requires the cultivation of witches and demons, and this is actually connected to Taoist mental power. After all, Taoism also developed from witchcraft.

Another situation is that the blood-fed life-form will have a slight connection with the host, and will accept the host’s repeated concentration of mental power on the body.

I don’t know what happened to Bu Zhou, but I saw that Bu Zhou didn’t do anything. He just concentrated on the bug, repeatedly saying something in his mouth, and the bug flew straight towards me at great speed.

There was a gust of wind around me, and from a distance it looked like a small whirlwind was forming around me. In short, it was so strange that the Hmong people widened their eyes.

It was also because of these small whirlwinds that the bug was blown a bit crooked. I didn’t care about the bug. At the moment when all the yin and evil spirits were gathered, I shouted “Gather!” and all the yin and evil spirits gathered in my body at once.

The curse technique is originally intended to be attached to the will of the person, so the unconscious negative energy and evil spirits that have gathered must also pass through the body of the person who is performing the technique, attach to the will of the person, and then be applied to the person!

This is a very dangerous process that requires a strong concentration of willpower to attach, suppress and drive away these negative energy fields.

For me, it wasn’t too difficult. When I felt a chill in my body, I quickly began to concentrate my willpower, storing all the curses in my eyebrows, shouting “Zhe,” then closing my fingers against my eyebrows and raising the other finger pointing at my forehead.

But at that moment, the bug had already flown to my face. At that moment, all I could think of was that the Taoist unique roar function could not shock the bug to death, but it was too late. The bug actually flew towards my ear and used its large and astonishing front teeth to give me a hard blow.

Almost at the same time, Bu Zhou and I both let out a loud cry and fell to the ground together.

The pain of the bug biting my ear was excruciating. It was so painful that I couldn’t stand up. As for whether it was poisonous or not, I still don’t know.

But how much better is Bu Zhou? The curse I cast was weakness, and without the curse he would not have been able to stand up! It sounds amazing, but it is actually just a manifestation of Taoist concentration and control of the aura through mental power.

Because of the yin and the evil spirits, they are originally harmful to the human body, and the manifestations are very complex. After being exposed to them for a long time, the person will become sick, weak, depressed, short-tempered, or even commit suicide. I only emphasize the effect of a certain aspect by using my mental power, which means that the effect is concentrated in a certain aspect, so the person who is cursed will show a particular aspect in a very obvious way.

Therefore, no matter what the curse is, and no matter what symptoms it manifests, it is simply being affected by negative energy. The more powerful it is, the more it is like being possessed by a ghost, or working with voodoo.

I couldn’t stand up, and I was also lying on the ground. I felt that I had been struck, and that ear had lost all feeling, as if it no longer belonged to me.

At this time, Ling Ruxue quietly walked up to me, picked me up by the head, put me on her lap, and began to examine my injuries.

Buzhou roared in anger, “How could you let another man lean on you? You have to pay the price, and your tribe will pay the price.” He was so weak that the sound of his roar was like a puppy whining.

As for the others, they all gathered around the three of us. One man took out a sharp curved knife and yelled at me in half-baked Chinese: “What did you do to our Prince Bu Zhou? Go save him, or you’ll be worse off than dead.”

Ling Ruxue looked up at the man and said, “Shut up.”