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The monk's furious roar carried the essence of a lion's roar from Buddhism. Ling Dajun, who had been sleeping uneasily, was startled awake. Upon seeing the dark brown Gan Shi hidden beneath the floral robe, his eyes instantly reddened.
When he noticed his son tightly bound to the ground by the Kasa, like a vine ensnaring its prey, he instinctively rushed over, trembling hands fumbling to free the Kasa.
Though the Kasa possessed some spiritual energy from Buddhism, it was merely an ordinary patchwork garment to a living person. It could not withstand Ling Dajun's desperate tugging and biting.
The monk's eyebrows nearly shot up in anger as he shouted, "Do you realize that as long as this monster lives, not only will this village suffer, but the outside world will likely descend into chaos? Do you think what you're doing is meaningful?"
Ling Dajun held the Two-Headed Monster Baby tightly in his arms and bowed his head in supplication to the monk. "I am just a farmer; I know nothing. All I know is that no matter how ugly or wicked he is, he is still my son. My wife is already dead; I cannot bear to watch my son die before my eyes. Master, you have a heart for the people and compassion for others. I have no words left. Please, just kill us both so that our family of three can be together in the afterlife."
The monk rubbed his bald head and paced in circles, thinking how stubborn this man was—unyielding and unapproachable.
"Do you not understand that it is precisely because you insist on protecting your son that your wife has become what she is today? Have you not noticed anything unusual during these past few days? For example, how he never cries or makes a fuss, or how you came down from the mountain and got injured?" The monk looked at Ling Dajun, who had closed his eyes awaiting death, feeling an overwhelming frustration.
Ling Dajun's stubbornness flared up as he retorted, "I don’t care! I know I am his father; my wife fought for her life to give birth to him. Even if I die, I must take him with me!"
Seeing this big man’s tragic determination, the monk thought it might be better to knock him out and remove the Two-Headed Monster Baby.
Just as he prepared to step forward, he noticed that the Two-Headed Monster Baby, who had been cradled in Ling Dajun’s arms and barely clinging to life, was slowly rising into the air, enveloped by a swirling black mist.
The black mist surrounded the Two-Headed Monster Baby like ink, appearing as a mass of dark clouds from afar. Even at such close proximity, one could not discern any movement within.
In an instant, the black mist transformed into seven dark worms that burrowed into the Monster Baby's seven orifices. The Two-Headed Monster Baby's Zhu Sheng head swayed slightly from side to side; its eyes narrowed as it let out a comfortable groan.
"Who do you think you are to claim to be my grandfather? You should take a good look in the mirror! With your pathetic self, do you really think you're worthy?"
Though spoken in a baby’s voice, each word pierced like a dagger.
A kind word can warm three winters; harsh words can chill even June. How much more so when they come from one’s own flesh and blood? Ling Dajun could hardly ponder why his son was floating in midair or how he could speak at such a young age; his mind was consumed by the piercing words of the Two-Headed Monster Baby.
“Pfft…”
Ling Dajun spat out a mouthful of black blood, and darkness enveloped him as he fainted.
The Two-Headed Monster Baby's eyes were shrouded in a layer of blood, its chubby hands pointed at the unconscious Ling Dajun. At its fingertips, a strand of Black Mist coiled around Ling Dajun's neck like a chain.
With a slight lift of its hand, the Two-Headed Monster Baby hoisted the robust farmer as if he were a mere chick.
The monk roared in anger, "Wretched beast! You have already killed your own mother, and now you seek to slay your father? Do you not fear retribution from the cycle of karma?"
In response to the monk, a string of laughter erupted, filled with extreme arrogance. "Retribution? If there truly is retribution, let it come! I want to see what it intends to do to me!"
Ling Dajun kicked his legs in the air, his left hand frantically trying to tear away the black mist choking his neck. His once pale face turned a deep purple from lack of oxygen.
The monk formed a hand seal, and the Kasa that had been tossed aside flew like a thin blade toward the Two-Headed Monster Baby. A faint Buddhist light flickered, slicing through the black mist chains that ensnared Ling Dajun. He fell to the ground, clutching his neck and coughing violently.
The Two-Headed Monster Baby seemed to have absorbed all of Li Juying's essence, growing immensely stronger. Its ten short fingers extended into ten black mist chains that danced toward the monk, sealing off all avenues of escape.
Seeing this, the monk clasped his hands together and chanted the Six Character Mantra: "Om Mani Padme Hum." Rise!
Outside, Gang Bei Dou Zhen resonated with the Big Dipper above, emitting a faint glow that isolated the entire Ling Family home from the outside world.
The monk executed the Great Shift Technique, moving like a nimble fish—bending low, lifting his legs, or sidestepping—effortlessly dodging amidst the onslaught of ten chains.
The Two-Headed Monster Baby calculated the time and realized that after three o'clock, yang energy would increase while yin energy would weaken. This would be disadvantageous for it. With a flick of its hands, the ten mist chains transformed into hard iron rods—sweeping horizontally, striking overhead, stabbing or bludgeoning. The monk was caught off guard and took several hits, cursing in pain as he stood there. "Buddha doesn't care what you are; doing evil is absolutely unacceptable. Do you understand? Just hold on for a bit longer until the rooster crows; then Buddha will deal with you."
The Two-Headed Monster Baby sneered, "Do you think you're the only clever one here?"
Its assault intensified further, forcing the monk to leap around in evasion. He retorted defiantly, "If it weren't for this place being too constricted for me to unleash my full power, could I be pressed down by a brat like you? If you have the ability to break Buddha's Gang Bei Dou Zhen first? I want to see how you plan to get out!"
"Get out? Killing you will suffice! This trash formation like Gang Bei Dou Zhen could be shattered with just one finger when I'm at my peak," replied the Two-Headed Monster Baby ominously.
As it spoke, more blood marks appeared on the monk's body. He pondered for a moment—wasn't this just about buying time? Anyone could do that. After a fierce exchange, he unleashed the Vajra Invulnerability Technique. As this divine skill manifested, his entire body glowed with an aura akin to being coated in gold.
“Come on, come on, come at me!”
The monk provocatively beckoned to the Two-Headed Monster Baby.
The Two-Headed Monster Baby snorted coldly, continuing to control the chains for a strong assault while also trying to break through the formation with its other head.
Through the thin, transparent barrier, snow could still be seen falling outside. The Two-Headed Monster Baby calculated the time and a glint of ruthless determination flashed in its eyes.
Its mouth slightly opened, and a flame that was black with hints of gray slowly drifted out. As soon as the flame touched the barrier, it hissed loudly like water splashed into a hot oil pot.
Before long, the seemingly impenetrable barrier began to visibly weaken under the scorching flames, revealing a hole the size of a bowl.
The monk pushed back the smoky chains, removed the Obsidian Prayer Beads from his hands, and bit into his middle finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto each bead.
As the last drop of blood fell, the monk's face turned pale. He forcefully formed hand seals.
“Di Wu Ji, Wan Fo Jie Fa, Zhu Xie!”
The Obsidian Prayer Beads emitted a dazzling light, shooting towards the Two-Headed Monster Baby like bullets from a gun.
Sensing danger, the Two-Headed Monster Baby retracted its chains and transformed into a round shield to block the rapidly approaching Obsidian Prayer Beads.
Suspended in mid-air, it used one hand to fend off the power of the beads while hastening its attempts to break through the formation. It was becoming increasingly strenuous. Out of the corner of its eye, it noticed the monk walking toward it slowly.
With a look of desperation in its eyes, it slammed its hand against its chest and spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling black blood.
“Using blood as a guide, using resentment as strength. All demons return; let them descend.”
Behind the Two-Headed Monster Baby appeared a Phantom—Three Heads and Six Arms—its visage grotesque. As soon as this Phantom emerged, the connection between the Obsidian Prayer Beads and the monk was severed instantly, causing them to fall to the ground. The external formation also shattered with a sound like breaking glass.
When the Phantom turned its gaze toward the monk, he felt an icy chill envelop him; his body went limp as if he were about to kneel. It was likely that even facing Tathagata Buddha would not evoke such overwhelming pressure.
Fortunately, Phantom came quickly and left just as fast.
Two-Headed Monster Baby laughed heartily, ready to take off. As long as it could leave this damned place behind, a wide road lay ahead.
"You bald donkey, in the end, I still win."
The monk watched Two-Headed Monster Baby disappearing into the night sky without haste. A slight smile tugged at his lips as he said, "Until the last moment, we won't know who will prevail. To speak of victory or defeat now is a bit premature, don't you think?"
"Ah..."
A piercing scream shattered the night. Accompanying the scream was the clear sound of Long Yin and Feng Ming.
If someone in the village looked up at 3:50 AM that night, they would see a massive azure dragon and a colorful phoenix appearing in the sky before swiftly vanishing.
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