Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 230 - 182: Think You Can Offend Old Demon Duan and Run Away? (Seeking Subscriptions) _2

Chapter 230: Chapter 182: Think You Can Offend Old Demon Duan and Run Away? (Seeking Subscriptions) _2

Duan Yun sliced open the heads of these corpses and found centipedes of various sizes inside.

However, unlike the woman, these centipedes were all dead.

Duan Yun couldn’t help but ask, "Old riverside, have you ever heard of centipedes growing inside people’s heads?"

Murong shook his head, saying, "This kind of evil toy, I really have no clue about it."

Duan Yun was not willing to give up, and so he turned his gaze back to the Meat Skirt Woman.

The centipede that grew inside her head was dead, but it still twitched from time to time.

Murong, who stayed in this basement, always felt uneasy, and said, "There are still poisonous insects around here, shall we go up?"

Duan Yun nodded and replied, "Alright."

Saying so, he used the tip of his knife to lever up the corpse of the Meat Skirt Woman.

The two returned beside the fire in the side hall, and the horse, upon seeing the corpse, was so scared that it sidestepped away.

However, the rain had almost stopped, so Duan Yun didn’t pay much attention to it.

Murong made the fire a bit larger so that they could more easily observe the "Floral Beauty" of the Meat Skirt Woman.

No matter how many times they looked, whether it was her torn layers of meat skirt or the centipede inside her brain, it made one’s scalp tingle.

Honestly, even Murong, an old hand at these matters, felt this thing was freakish and abnormal, and somewhat hard to understand.

At this moment, Duan Yun cut away the woman’s smashed meat skirt to get a clearer look.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Duan Yun turned his attention to the woman’s abdomen.

Because it had been covered by the meat skirt, he had not previously paid attention to a scar there.

He habitually sliced open the scar, and a familiar scene appeared.

A parchment wrapped around a booklet was stuffed inside the Meat Skirt Woman’s abdomen.

"A secret book?"

Duan Yun’s first thought was of the "romantic toy" sewn into the belly of the old ape, wondering if it was now trendy to hide secret books this way.

But when he pulled out the booklet, he discovered it wasn’t a secret book, but something akin to a journal.

It turns out there is someone else in the world who writes journals besides Murong’s father.

The journal was partly stained with blood, but Duan Yun still read it carefully.

From here, perhaps he could find some clues about these lunatics.

He, Young Hero Duan, didn’t really hold grudges, but he certainly could not let go of those who had harmed him twice consecutively.

He had barely read two pages when Duan Yun couldn’t help but start fiddling with the remnants of the meat skirt once again.

Seeing this, Murong asked, "Did you discover something?"

"It says here, he was a boy."

"Ah?"

After some searching, they indeed found evidence confirming the other party was male.

Apparently, having long delicate hair doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a girl.

It was also from this journal that Duan Yun captured some clues.

This temple was originally called Yuhua Temple, which sheltered around thirty disciples and used to be pretty lively.

The monks in Yuhua Temple mostly practiced meditation.

In wooden houses under the ground, accompanied by a Buddhist lamp or in complete darkness, they would sit in meditation and cultivate.

According to Yuhua Temple’s abbot, this meant that after calming the mind in darkness, one comes closer to the Buddha.

According to the journal’s owner, Monk Mingjing, although life in Yuhua Temple was austere, there was a sense of satisfaction.

The temple’s atmosphere was relatively relaxed; the master was kind, fellow disciples were friendly, and the vegetarian food was delicious, giving Monk Mingjing, who was orphaned since childhood, a sense of familial warmth.

But all of this changed when a senior disciple, who had roamed for many years, returned.

This senior monk, with the Dharma name of "Fahua," ranked third among the disciples of Yuhua Temple, had been away for six years before returning, such that even the young Monk Mingjing could barely remember his face.

Inside the journal, there was also a sketch of this Third Senior Brother, drawn very simply and even abstractly, roughly showing a big-nosed monk.

Third Senior Brother’s return naturally received a warm welcome from the entire temple.

Yuhua Temple’s First Senior Brother had passed away early, and the Second Senior Brother had a wandering temperament. It was obvious that the master valued Third Senior Brother quite highly, and there were rumors within the temple that he was intended to inherit the leadership.

According to Monk Mingjing’s description, the monks in Yuhua Temple also practiced martial arts, especially after meditative sessions in the quiet chambers, which actually accelerated their progress in martial arts.

This was initially just a minor incident, but Monk Mingjing, who loved writing in his journal, found that after that, there were some changes throughout the temple.

The first was the vegetarian food; he felt it wasn’t as delicious as before, as if there was a hint of blood in it.

But after careful examination, he found nothing unusual.

After this, the master and Third Senior Brother often shut themselves away, sometimes not appearing for days at a time.

It was said they were studying cultivation techniques together.

Subsequently, the entire temple began practicing a "Yanqing Breathing Skills."

Monk Mingjing particularly emphasized that this breathing method was magical; after practicing, one felt a tremendous relief as if shedding the dust of the world, bringing forth an almost ethereal feeling.

The entire temple was engrossed in it, and Monk Mingjing noticed that the bloody smell in the vegetarian food had disappeared, replaced by a delightfully sweet taste.

This should have been a joyous development, but Monk Mingjing gradually started sensing something was amiss.

That was the entire temple’s excessive obsession with practicing this breathing method; everyone seemed busy, and if you accidentally disturbed someone, they could even become irritable.

In other words, the originally kind-hearted disciples gradually became tense and serious, affecting the overall atmosphere of the temple.

Although Monk Mingjing had his doubts, he could only comply as, apart from the intense cultivation, everything else in Yuhua Temple appeared normal.