Above the Great Dao
Chapter 333 - 169: Deification of the Minjiang Dragon King

Chapter 333: Chapter 169: Deification of the Minjiang Dragon King

Granny Sha and the bearded large man felt a shiver in their hearts, toying with a demon just for fun?

These fellows really aren’t afraid of losing control?

The bearded large man hesitated, "If we wait until this demon matures and they find they can’t control it, won’t many independents die? Would independents do such a foolish thing?"

Green Sheep coldly said, "Just think of our friend Chen Yindou, and you’ll know the style of independents."

The bearded large man recalled Chen Yindou’s actions; when they once roamed the world together, he indeed caused a great deal of chaos.

"Although the old granny is also an independent, she’s much gentler," he thought to himself.

However, he immediately thought of Granny Sha’s obsession with her deceased son and dismissed the idea.

Granny Sha, in order to retrieve her son’s spirit, would do anything!

In the tea house, the blue-clothed musician looked at the sitting Golden Bodhisattva, his eyes showing astonishment, whispering, "The demon matured fifty days early, probably because it had matured once before."

He referred to the first time the Great Ming soldiers landed on West Bull New Continent, when monks from the Great Baoguo Temple suppressed ninety-nine demon gods, and the current Golden Bodhisattva was one of those demon gods.

After being suppressed, the demon god had undergone thousands of years of refinement through Buddhist Law, greatly weakening him; thus, Zen Master Ku Zhu was able to suppress him within his body.

It already had the experience of becoming a demon god once, so its second demonization, would definitely be faster than an ordinary Hundred Days Demon Transformation!

Mrs. Hua Li laughed, "Musician, do you have plans for it?"

The musician in blue clothes said, "The monks of Great Baoguo Temple chanted Buddhist scriptures to it day and night, causing it to be tainted with Buddhist nature, making it neither demon nor Buddha. Surely many people have plans for it. I might not succeed."

His gaze fell on the chest of the Great Bodhisatta, saying, "Its physical body belongs to Ku Zhu. Ku Zhu practiced the Great Wheel Ming King Golden Light Mantra to the pinnacle; although this body has no head, it’s still unparalleled in this world. Few can match its power. However, Ku Zhu’s golden body was once breached and left vulnerable."

His experienced eyes said, "That vulnerability still exists."

Mrs. Hua Li followed his gaze and saw that at the Danzhong point of the Golden Bodhisattva’s chest, there was a hole spewing spores.

She was momentarily stunned, "This place, is Zen Master Ku Zhu’s vulnerability? Such a senior also has flaws in his cultivation?"

At the same time, many in the city had their eyes fixed on the Golden Bodhisattva.

Xiao Wangsun was polishing his long sword; the Bolao Sword danced around him like a cheerful bird.

"The demon matured early, perhaps because it knew the Hundred Days Demon Transformation would attract the attention of True Gods. It did not want to perish, so it matured early."

Xiao Wangsun finished with the long sword, set it aside, and then polished the short sword, murmuring, "Maybe, it has sensed other threats in the city. Like independents! To protect itself, it had to be born early. What do you think, is that possible?"

The swords danced around him, jingling.

The old beggar heard the sound of swords from the floors above, exhaled a cloudy breath, and limped away.

He had been severely injured by the Golden Bodhisattva, leading the disaster toward the Gao family nearby, thus escaped with his life.

He had been healing these days, and his injuries had improved somewhat.

"That sword qi upstairs is quite sharp."

The old beggar whispered to himself, "Xiao Wangsun is stronger than ten years ago. The progress of the young is fast! Unfortunately, Mahayana Realm is the pinnacle."

He encountered a few independents but didn’t approach them.

Sometimes independents are more dangerous than demons.

Now that he was injured, it was not suitable to meet these people.

"This demon is becoming more interesting, maturing fifty days early."

The old beggar looked toward the Golden Bodhisattva, thinking, "Both the demon seed and the Demon Buddha, perhaps many want to study it, to understand the principle of demons."

The city’s officials, with their families, were hiding hither and thither, but independents, being in the Demon Domain, were as relaxed as if in their own homes, unconcerned that the air was becoming increasingly dense with spores; their gaze on the Great Bodhisattva grew more intense.

The Golden Bodhisattva had been spewing spores outward for two days, causing the air in and around Gongzhou City to be filled with spores, turning the air colorful and somewhat murky.

Hiding anywhere, unless one stopped breathing, would result in inhaling plentiful spores.

Those still alive today were often cultivators among the best, as ordinary cultivators either starved to death or turned into fungi. But even the best felt their throats and lungs burning, as if lots of small things were taking root in their throats, slowly growing.

Or perhaps, their lungs too had grown many small things, making their lungs dark and damp, unable to resist wanting to cough.

Coughing, they would spit out a slice of a mushroom head, slick and slimy.

Many shone their Golden Cores or Nascent Souls around themselves, refining those fungi to death.

But some spores burrowed into their blood vessels, into their hearts, taking root there, and were difficult to remove.

Others burrowed into the lower body, into the bone marrow, growing slowly.

Some would make their way into nostrils, ears, or heads.

Or grow slowly under the eye sockets, making it hard to move the eyeballs.

If they grew in the eye pupils or in the head, they would create many hallucinatory images, making it hard to distinguish between magic and reality.

Recently, the city saw many people going mad, often the younger generation and family members of the Great Families. Infested by mushrooms and plagued by hallucinations, they both cried and laughed, frolicked, and hence were abandoned by their clansmen.

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