The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 45 Clay Figures

After Old Wang finished speaking, he and his son looked at Zhou Fengchen with hopeful expressions.

Monk Yuanzhi coughed and said, "Amitabha! This demon is no ordinary being. Let's discuss this further."

He pulled Zhou Fengchen and hurriedly left the house.

"Brother, you can't do this."

Upon reaching the courtyard, Monk Yuanzhi said with a serious expression, "That demon's origins and magical powers are unknown. We're just ordinary people in the martial world; there's no need to risk our lives! Let's go!"

Zhou Fengchen rubbed his nose and said, "Well, if we didn't know about this, it would have been fine. But now that we know, abandoning that family and running away... I feel like we're being cowardly. And right now, I'm really curious to see what happened."

"Are you out of your mind?!" Monk Yuanzhi gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Didn't you hear that old man say that two masters have already died ahead of us? You dare to say you're stronger than them?"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head: "I didn't say that, but I'm good at escaping. When my father was alive, he said that my escaping skills were among the top ten in the world."

"Uh!" Monk Yuanzhi was speechless, feeling extremely frustrated. Why was this kid sometimes so stubborn?

Zhou Fengchen looked around and said, "Why don't you go back first? I'll see if I can do it, and I'll share half of the profits with you."

Monk Yuanzhi sighed: "What are you saying? We're brothers, how could I abandon you and run away? Let's do it, but let's make it clear first, if things go wrong, we'll run for our lives!"

"no problem!"

……

Back in the hall, an elderly woman and a middle-aged woman were now on the sofa. They were all family members of Old Man Wang, and the whole family understood that Zhou Fengchen was the real master today. They all stared intently at him, "Daoist Master..."

Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment, then pointed to a group of men beside him, "Let them go first, it's hard to get things done with too many people."

Old Wang did as he was told. After the men left, Zhou Fengchen said, "Where is your granddaughter? Take me to see her."

Old Wang and his family quickly led the way, and the group went up to the second floor. The middle-aged woman pushed open a room door, and inside, decorated in pink, sat a girl on a large red bed, looking at them curiously.

Zhou Fengchen stared at the girl. She was quite pretty, youthful and beautiful, with delicate features. However, she was very thin and her face was pale and bloodless.

"What are you looking at?" the girl suddenly said angrily, "Grandpa! You've invited a master to your death again! Didn't I say I'm willing? I love Black Crow Lord, he's my husband, and I want to be with him."

"Daoist Master! This..." Old Wang and his family looked at Zhou Fengchen pitifully.

Zhou Fengchen approached the girl and asked, "Your name is Wang Xin, right?"

The girl looked at him disdainfully. "Yeah! Where did you come from, Taoist priest? Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Zhou Fengchen nodded. "Of course I'm afraid of dying, but I wasn't violated by ghosts or monsters. Tsk tsk, that's so miserable. Being played with by monsters every day, I'll never be able to hold my head up high again! How disgusting! Dirty!"

"You're talking nonsense..." Wang Xin was furious and embarrassed, her face turned purple, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhou Fengchen stepped forward and slapped Wang Xin on the back of the head.

"Daoist Master! What are you doing!" The Wang family had been confused by Zhou Fengchen's nonsensical words, and they were all startled when they saw him take action.

However, the next moment they were all stunned. After Wang Xin spat out a mouthful of blood, he also spat out a clump of black, sticky, mud-like stuff, which immediately filled the room with a nauseating stench.

"Her blood and qi are boiling, and she vomits blood at the slightest stimulation. This means that her blood and qi are floating on the surface and have been lost in large quantities. Moreover, her yang qi is exhausted, and there are still demonic filth remaining in her stomach. If I hadn't come today, she wouldn't have lived for seven days," Zhou Fengchen said, covering his nose.

Old Wang was taken aback: "Then, what should we do?"

Zhou Fengchen smiled, and while Wang Xin was still dazed, he chopped her unconscious with a single chop. "Let's carry her downstairs first."

A group of people carried Wang Xin downstairs. Old Man Wang was completely relieved. It seemed this Taoist priest was truly capable; there was hope for this. He quickly asked, "What's next?"

Zhou Fengchen glanced at Monk Yuanzhi, pointed to the money on the table, and asked, "Are you sure you want all of this for us?"

Old Wang nodded and said, "As long as this can be done, you can take it!"

"Alright!" Zhou Fengchen rubbed his hands together. "I'll draw a talisman to make sure you don't faint. Then I'll find someone to impersonate your granddaughter. When that Black Crow Lord arrives, I'll take care of him and he'll be cured. Your granddaughter's illness will naturally be cured! Give me the money then."

The family naturally had no objections. Zhou Fengchen took out a blank yellow paper talisman from his pocket, bit his finger, and wrote the character "灵" (spirit) in blood on it. He then whispered, "I command this talisman to sweep away all misfortune, to spit out the water of samadhi, to let its eyes shine like the sun, to capture ghosts like the Heavenly Warrior, to break diseases and suppress evil like the Vajra! So be it!"

After drawing it, he pasted it in a dark corner of the hall and said, "This talisman can protect you from evil spirits. Stand below, don't make a sound, and don't move."

Old Wang and his family quickly carried Wang Xin to the talisman, and Monk Yuanzhi also stood there, grumbling and stammering.

"Next..."

Zhou Fengchen sized up the group and thought to himself, "We're doomed. None of them can impersonate Wang Xin." He then turned to Monk Yuanzhi and said, "Boss Monk, how about you..."

"I can't do it!" Monk Yuanzhi patted his belly seriously. "Look at my big belly, and look at my head, how do I resemble this young lady at all?"

Old Wang called out, "Taoist Master, hurry, they're coming soon!"

Zhou Fengchen glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost midnight, ten minutes to spare. He said, "Never mind, I'll do it myself! Do you have any of Wang Xin's clothes upstairs?"

Old Wang's daughter-in-law nodded: "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Don't make a sound, or don't blame me if something happens! Boss Monk, I'm leaving this to you!" Zhou Fengchen said and hurried upstairs.

Leaving aside how Zhou Fengchen changed his clothes upstairs, the family downstairs was trembling with nervousness. Old Man Wang asked in a low voice, "Master, is the Taoist priest... will he be alright?"

Monk Yuanzhi felt a pang of anxiety, thinking, "What if Zhou Fengchen can't win? Will he abandon me?" He glanced at the talisman behind him, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and said calmly, "Don't worry, my brother and I have killed hundreds, if not thousands, of fierce ghosts and monsters. We've hunted turtles in the sea and tigers in the mountains countless times. He's upstairs, I'm downstairs, there's absolutely no chance of failure!"

"That's good! That's good!" The family felt much relieved.

Just then, the lights in the room suddenly went out, and the wind howled outside.

"They're here, they're here!" Old Wang said in a low voice, and the whole family covered their mouths and lay down on the ground.

Monk Yuanzhi's heart raced, and he also lay down on the ground, staring intently at the gate.

After a while, the wind outside subsided a bit, and the door creaked open. A blurry figure walked in eerily, emanating a black aura.

Those auras swirled throughout the room, but when they reached the group, they were deflected by the talismans behind them and evaded.

The shadow sensed something was amiss, let out a soft "Eh," and walked over.

Monk Yuanzhi and the Wang family all felt a chill run down their spines and their scalps tingle; they dared not even breathe.

Monk Yuanzhi braced himself and looked up at the figure, only to find that the person was extremely ugly, with crooked eyes and a distorted mouth, a large head and a small body, and was covered in mud and water, looking almost like a freak.

When the person arrived, he was clearly staring at the talisman and Yuan Zhi's group, but it seemed like he didn't see anything. After lingering for a while, he flashed upstairs, arrived at Wang Xin's bedroom door, let out a strange cacophony of laughter, and entered.