Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 256 - 253 Namo Gatling Bodhisattva Protects Me

Chapter 256: Chapter 253 Namo Gatling Bodhisattva Protects Me

Whoosh—!

Wang Yuan, who had been plummeting from the sky at breakneck speed, mid-air somersaulted into the more mobile form of a young man clad in green robes.

Landing on the attic of a towering spire like a drifting leaf carried by a wisp of breeze, he lightly touched down.

Surveying his surroundings, he quickly realized he was in a bustling city beneath the cloak of night.

The brightly lit night markets, merchants hawking their goods on the streets, the Brothel adorned in vivid colors, and the pagodas that pierced the clouds...

Scholars and beauties frolicked in boats along the city-encompassing river, with enormous airwalks connecting lofty wooden buildings...

The city was vast, so expansive that even Wang Yuan, straining his vision, couldn’t see its limits.

Moreover, with every few steps he took, the style of the nearby streets and the apparel of the pedestrians completely changed.

It seemed the relics of dynasties buried beneath this land were all unearthed and tightly packed into this gigantic city.

Of course, the overall style still seemed to be dominated by the Great Yan.

And, due to the nightmare’s prevailing theme, scholars using the heads of beauties as drink cups, vendors selling a concoction of Eight Treasures human lung porridge, and a Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts parading through the city...

All these were nothing out of the ordinary.

When Wang Yuan looked up again, he didn’t see the sky he had fallen from.

Instead, he saw another city of contrasting style, apparently from the Great Yong Dynasty, which preceded the Great Yan Dynasty.

Through the gaps between the buildings of the Great Yong, it seemed there were even more cities stacked one on top of another—the Great Yong before the Great Yu, and so forth...

Countless air corridors constantly moved, firmly connecting the adjacent cities vertically.

At this moment,

Wang Yuan felt as though he was standing in an enormous building named "Dengzhou Prefectural Historical Archive," where every dynasty’s city was a unique floor.

And because of the chaotic rules, there was a presence of me in you and you in me, making it confusing.

"No wonder it’s called the ’Lost Layer,’ with intertwining spaces and jumbled time, more complex than any labyrinth in the world.

If one were to get lost here, one might indeed grow old alone in this dreamscape.

Fortunately, we were prepared and could flip back to reality in an instant with the ’Biting Stone God’... huh?"

Turning around, the originally beautiful girl-shaped ’Biting Stone God’ had transformed into a delicious roasted piglet.

It even had a carving knife stuck in it, seemingly ready to be served.

Seeing that Wang Yuan was looking, it snorted twice to show it was still alive.

Clearly, when others had their spirits externally manifested into something else due to the unique nature of the ’Lost Layer’.

The ’Biting Stone God,’ whose Daoist Skill Level was at most comparable to that of a Dharma Seal, was no exception.

Since it lacked a self, being merely a tool without soul or dreamlike subtleties,

its appearance now was actually how Wang Yuan temporarily perceived it as his master!

Although it was somewhat unfair to this Deceit Spirit, his true thoughts could hardly deceive anyone.

The "Jade Celestial Immortal Book, Extreme Divine Chapters, Secret Texts of the Three Emperors - Essence Sect Chapter" was initially formulated by the senior ’Nine Soldiers’ to prevent ordinary people from being harmed by these aberrations.

Just like the Bird Demon that the Xue family transformed into or the Paperman that the Taoists from the Five Organs Temple turned into, anyone who broke similar precepts transformed into a very similar Deceit.

Among their kind, they were numerous.

’Sky-Reaching God’ was a braggart who died unjustly; ’Pig Horn White Belly Deceit’ arose from a woman who died in childbirth and never saw her own child...

’Fish White Water Loss Essence’ originated from the hateful spirit of someone who drowned; ’Cassia Dragon Evening Sky Essence’ came from a Water Clan member who failed to turn into a dragon...

However, when Wang Yuan borrowed this book from Old Xu and read through it, not only did his knowledge increase, but he almost drooled as well.

For this ’Weird Survival Guide’ has turned into a ’Weird Food Guide’ in his eyes.

With the book in hand, what ’Deceit Skin,’ ’Deceit Bone,’ ’Deceit Heart’... isn’t it easy to have one’s fill?

The fact that the ’Biting Stone God’ now appeared as a fat, oil-dripping roasted piglet was truly no surprise.

Fortunately, it had only changed in appearance, and the spell that served as a reliable "instant return to town" was still intact, which allowed Wang Yuan to heave a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness!"

"Hehehe... the Ghost Path already covers dreams, even without the Biting Stone God, just with our own skills, we shouldn’t worry about getting lost here.

Wanting to leave is just a matter of putting in more effort.

Moreover, don’t we still have a trump card? Even if we face the Inverted Taoist and Yellow-clad Child head-on, we are not without a chance of winning."

Accompanied by a delightful, bell-like laugh, a thread of red light shot out from Wang Yuan’s body and re-formed into that beautiful young girl.

Rooted in a ’Taiyin Transformation Corpse Disintegration Seal’ and the ’Daoist Skill of Moon in the Water and Flower in the Mirror,’ Huang Wu maintained her human form, but couldn’t help revealing her Bride’s true identity.

Her head covered with a veil as thin as mist, she was dressed in a gorgeous Luan Robe wedding dress, her dainty feet bare and her toenails painted with moonlight-silver rouge.

Sitting beside Wang Yuan on a curved eave, she gently swung her porcelain-white legs.

Having spoken, her crystal clear bare feet stepped into Wang Yuan’s raised palm, weightlessly leaping down from the eave and plunging into his embrace with a fragrant breeze.

"Let’s go, we have the Inverted Taoist handling the Yellow Robed Acolyte for us.

We’ll stick to the original plan, first finding Young Master Huadie who has likely transformed into ’Deceit’."

He relit that lantern, and a strand of bright azure light pointed out the location of the physical bodies of the ’Evil God Orders’.

The two hand in hand led a roast suckling pig and stepped forward to follow.

Entering the front of a wine tavern, they ignored the diners who were humans and beasts mixed up, sporting ox or dog heads and glaring fiercely, along with a pig-headed master chef who charged at them wielding a butcher knife.

They directly entered through the wine cabinet behind the counter.

When they emerged from a wine jar, they had arrived at the main hall of a brothel.

Before a horde of naked prostitutes, swords at their waists, scurrying swiftly along the floor, lunged at them, they immediately rushed into the second pillar on the left...

Because in dreams, distance means nothing.

Under chaotic rules, even memories and knowledge completely alien to oneself could be obtained despite being separated by immense distances.

Even without speaking, memories belonging to different individuals could collide, exchange, and integrate by themselves, offering insights akin to those of a prophet into clandestine matters.

’Deceit Object - Heart Communication Conch’ could only be heard within three fathoms, naturally dropping any discussion about the ’Precept Taboo’.

As long as they could confront the Deceit infused with ’Moon Breaking Great Loss’, they would be able to directly hear its heart’s voice.

Seeing this richly ’Old Almanac’-styled three-dimensional "history" city revealed that the root of the problem was very likely deep in history!

After five or six bewildering transformations through the kitchen, pillars, doorways, rabbit holes, and needle eyes, the two along with a Deceit.

Finally, a bright vision appeared as they stepped into the second layer of the three-dimensional city—the Great Yong Dynasty.

Wherever they looked, magnificent temples, stupas, Buddha statues, and steles surrounded them.

The place they appeared featured a golden Buddhist Hall enshrining a Bodhisattva.

This Bodhisattva was indigo all over, with four faces and arms, three yards tall, sitting on a stone base, in the form of a child.

With seven hair buns, hair hanging over the left shoulder, the left eye slightly closed, the lower teeth biting the upper lip, displaying an angry expression, a fierce fire behind, the right hand holding a sharp sword, the left a noose, assuming a pose of severing troubles.

This was the ’Immovable Venerable Bodhisattva’!

It was said that during the Great Yong Dynasty, Buddhism was the state religion, and every red-robed high monk descending from the Highland Holy Land was a distinguished guest of the nobilities.

Wang Yuan kicked away a giant rat trying to catch a cat beneath his foot and was about to pull Huang Wu toward the next level deeper in "history."

Boom!

The Bodhisattva on the pedestal suddenly opened its eyes, bellowed in anger, leaped from the base, waving a fiery long sword, and fiercely pounced towards them.

In the blink of an eye.

The entire Buddhist Hall was engulfed in roaring fierce flames, extremely terrifying in its might, even more fearsome than the ’Red Eyebrow Mountain Demon’—a fourth realm ’Military Leader’ they had encountered.

If it were outside, even a ’Yin God’ would surely perish instantly.

"Retreat!"

As Wang Yuan pulled Huang Wu to retreat swiftly, yet still composed, he lightly tapped his temple.

Moving his finger away, he had pulled a misty strand from his head, tossed it into the air, and bellowed:

"Transform!"

The next moment.

In the overwhelming Buddha light, another Bodhisattva appeared.

Similar to the ’Immovable Venerable Bodhisattva’.

Also sitting in the same pose, in the form of a child. With seven hair buns, hair hanging over the left shoulder, the left eye slightly closed, the lower teeth over the upper lip, displaying an angry expression, a fierce fire on its back.

With four faces and eight arms, each of the eight arms holding a six-barrel gun, in a pose of severing troubles.

This was the ’Namo Gatling Bodhisattva’!

The imagination of people is limitless, but the telekinesis that turns imagination into reality is limited; one must use good steel on the cutting edge.

Immediately, a grand chanting echoed through the cosmos.

"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, foreseeing war’s onslaught, relieve all sufferings..."

"Mighty God boundlessly clear, immense merit and marvelous wisdom, splendid and fearsome presence shakes the Great Thousand, wishing to become the Buddha equal to the Holy King, transitioning life and death towards liberation. Praise Namo Gatling Bodhisattva!"

"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, six senses purified by depleted uranium rounds. One breath turns three thousand six hundred, great compassion liberates humanity!"

Wang Yuan waved his hand, shouted:

"Give me a physical transcendence! Demons, disperse!"

Rat-tat-tat... rat-tat-tat...

Blue flames burst from the gun barrel, instantly submerging the entire temple.

The portal to the next level thunderously opened.