Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 231 - 182: Think You Can Offend Old Demon Duan and Run Away? (Seeking Subscriptions)_3

Chapter 231: Chapter 182: Think You Can Offend Old Demon Duan and Run Away? (Seeking Subscriptions)_3

Again, this was requested by the master.

But one night, Mingjing Monk specifically wrote in his diary about a strange dream he had.

In the dream, he saw his master achieve enlightenment and become a Buddha, but then a snake bit his face terribly.

He was immediately awoken by the fright.

Mingjing Monk was an orphan and always held his master in high regard.

He always felt ominous about the dream and couldn’t set his mind at ease, so he went to visit his master that night.

Regrettably, his master did not see him, only told him to just focus on his cultivation as dreams are merely visions clouded by insufficient diligence in spiritual practices.

Mingjing Monk could only retreat.

Days passed, and the monk always remembered that dream, harboring doubts unlike any other monks.

He found that if he didn’t perform the "Yanqing Breathing Skills" even for a day, he would become extremely hungry, unable to satiate his hunger no matter how much he ate.

Later, Mingjing Monk gradually realized something was amiss.

It was that the number of fellow monks in the temple had decreased.

There were normally over thirty people, but in the recent days, only more than twenty were present at mealtime.

Asking about the whereabouts of the other monks yielded no clear answer, after all, the monks in the temple were engrossed daily in their breathing cultivation, not sparing time for others.

That night, terrified Mingjing Monk had another dream.

He dreamt about a rustling sound, just like a snake slithering.

Even in the dream, he still remembered the dream about his master’s face being bitten by a snake, which frightened him awake instantly.

Then he was horrified to discover that the rustling sound was still there.

Right by his ear!

Thereafter, he discovered the nightmare scene was recreating itself; his face was being bitten off!

However, it wasn’t a snake that bit his face this time, but a centipede that had burrowed out from somewhere...

The diary ended abruptly right here.

Because there were only a few pages left that were all saturated with blood and unclear.

Thus, Duan Yun and Murong brothers could not know what happened after, or why he sewed the diary inside his stomach?

From this diary, one could glimpse a corner of the story from Yuhua Temple at that time.

All of these, presumably started from when the third senior brother returned, bringing back the "Yanqing Breathing Skills" book.

This Cultivation Technique must have issues, and the smell of blood Mingjing Monk mentioned in his diary could probably be due to centipede eggs mixed in the food, maybe that’s why the monks in the temple shed their skin, having centipedes inside their heads.

That third senior brother is likely the main culprit.

That monk must have encountered something while wandering, only to come back and harm the people of this temple.

For a moment, Duan Yun even found it hard to be sure whether the wandering returning third senior brother was really himself, given that a person’s appearance and demeanor could change after being away for long.

It could only be said that this Cultivation Technique was harmful, not something that even a remarkably talented cultivator like himself could control.

Duan Yun felt somewhat disappointed for a moment.

Firstly, because he was very interested in studying the breathing method that he didn’t find, and secondly, because he still did not find any clue about the main culprit.

At this moment, while flipping through the diary, Murong brothers suddenly said, "Isn’t this the shedding monk?"

Duan Yun walked over and saw they were looking at the page with the third senior brother’s portrait.

"Which shedding monk?"

"The one whose skin we burned off, it looks exactly the same," Murong brothers said.

"Are you sure?" Duan Yun asked.

The drawing was too abstract; if not for the shaved head, he would have had difficulty telling it was a monk.

"Look at this big nose, these hooked eyebrows, it’s definitely him!"

Murong brothers asserted confidently.

Duan Yun had not expected this guy to have the ability to recognize abstract art, so he immediately started searching outside.

The previous several intact skins had already been burned by Duan Yun, but there were still two tattered ones left.

At this time, he found one of them.

This one was only a small half, but the features on the shedding skin could vaguely be seen.

You wouldn’t believe it, but upon comparison, it indeed resembled.

Duan Yun carefully kept this piece of shedding skin close to him.

Seeing this, Murong brothers said, "What do you need this for, aren’t you afraid it’s unlucky?"

"I have this piece of skin, I can try to find that Birdman and his accomplices, and kill them all!"

"Calling you Centipede-man, curse you for putting a bear instead of treasure in that box!"

Seeing Duan Yun muttering angrily, Murong brothers were basically convinced that what the storyteller said was all true.

Old Demon Duan is famously stingy, no matter if you’re a person or a ghost, you won’t have a good outcome once you offend him.

This guy who could grow centipedes in people’s heads was definitely not someone to mess with, even terrifying and inscrutable to him, Young Master Murong felt fearful of him.

But with Old Demon Duan?

Perhaps, it was what the storyteller referred to as treating all equally.

This guy might really use this piece of skin to go and wipe out an entire family.

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