Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 217 I Drag Down My Body

Ding Ding Ding!

Mingxing Jushi extended a thin thread from each of his three fingers, drawing out a string of wooden splinters. With a simultaneous flick of his three hands, the splinters shot out and struck the Bodhisattva statue floating in mid-air.

Mingxing Jushi frowned slightly.

He was quite certain that something was moving the Buddha statue, because the up-and-down swaying of the statue clearly indicated that it was not "flying" or "floating" but rather being carried by someone.

He initially thought the person was just invisible, but after trying to attack several times, he found that all his attacks landed on the Buddha statue and did not harm the thief.

Mingxing Jushi pondered for a moment, then a look of surprise appeared on his face. He said happily, "Paper Fan, is it really you who has returned? You must have suffered a lot outside. Now that you're back, take a good rest."

As expected, the Bodhisattva statue in front of them paused.

Mingxing Jushi hurriedly stepped forward, but the other party kept retreating.

Seeing this, Layman Mingxing handed over his folding fan, saying, "Child, I see you. Don't be afraid. Go back to your master, and everything will be alright."

He held the folding fan loosely in his hand, and as he watched it slowly float away from his hand, he finally confirmed his guess.

Three hands reached into their own pockets and yanked, replacing the transparent "mechanical threads" on their 15 fingers with another kind of silver thread.

As he waved his hand, silver threads, like a spider web, wrapped around the Bodhisattva statue and the knife and fan.

hum-

The silk thread was pulled taut, instantly binding the three things.

Mo Zhishan was shocked. "Master's mithril threads... it's all over." She put down the Bodhisattva statue and picked up the black knife with both hands, trying to cut the mithril threads. The black knife, which could cut through iron like mud, couldn't cut the silver threads in front of her at all.

Seeing this, Master Mingxing breathed a sigh of relief, dropped his fake smile, and said mockingly, "Paper Fan, I originally had high hopes for you. After all, not everyone can win a weapon from the Swordsmith. I didn't expect you to lose so completely, losing your Bodhisattva, losing your physical body. What use is it to come back with only a wisp of soul? You caused me to damage two of my works! How dare you come back!"

"Go to the underworld and report to the authorities. If you linger in this world, you'll become a wandering ghost, never to be reincarnated."

Mo Zhishan's body trembled. Looking at Mingxing Jushi, his lips trembled as he spoke, "No, what did you say? I, I'm not dead! I'm clearly still alive. No, what did you say? My body... Yes, where did my body go? Did I leave it outside the Uninvited Gate? That must be it. I was in such a hurry to get through the Uninvited Gate that I left my body outside! I, I'll go back and look for it. I'm sure I can find it again."

Mingxing Jushi seemed oblivious to Mozhishan's words. He only noticed that the black knife, which had been trembling, had stopped shaking. Thinking the wandering ghost had probably dispersed, he prepared to carry the items back first. Just in case, he would bind all the items with mithril thread once they were back, to prevent the little devil from returning to steal them.

As for his fear of ghosts? Although Mingxing Jushi found it somewhat strange, this was the first time he had ever seen a ghost. If killing someone would result in a ghost seeking revenge, he should have encountered one long ago. He hadn't encountered a single one in all these years, and he had originally thought that ghosts didn't exist in the world.

However, after seeing it today, I realized that ghosts are indeed very weak; they can only move things and can't do anything else.

The Grand Master Ming Gui said, "Ghosts and gods do not exist." This seems to be incorrect. However, the strong will always be strong, and the weak will always be weak. Even if the weak become ghosts, they will not be a match for the strong.

As Mingxing Jushi thought about this, he began to feel quite proud. First, he had proven the mistakes of his predecessors, and second, he had made a major discovery. If he could incorporate these discoveries into his craftsmanship, he might be able to surpass his predecessors in the future.

hum-

Lost in thought, he was unaware that a figure had appeared before him. Before Mingxing Jushi could react, a giant sword slashed down at the silver thread, causing it to vibrate with a string-like sound.

Lin Fan was surprised. The silk thread was so hard that it didn't budge even after being cut.

He saw from afar that the old man had bound his "junior sister" with silk threads. Without thinking much, he went to retrieve his black knife. He put on a "cloak of concealment" and crept over.

The veins and muscles on Mingxing Jushi's hands bulged as he withstood the immense force of the greatsword's strike, and he roared, "Who are you? How dare you trespass on my Moju Temple?"

Lin Fan held the greatsword in one hand, pressing down on the silver threads to prevent Mingxing Jushi from breaking free. With the other hand, he took out a red scythe and slashed at him. He couldn't cut the silver threads, but eliminating the person controlling them would be just as effective.

Mingxing Jushi sensed an ominous aura emanating from the sickle and was startled. He had no choice but to cut off the tail to save his life, deliberately severing the silver thread on his hand and retreating backward, narrowly avoiding the sickle.

Lin Fan's attack failed again; this old man was far more agile than he appeared. And the way he jumped around seemed vaguely familiar.

He turned and glared at Ze Zhishan, who was trying to escape, his eyes filled with malice, and said, "Give me back my knife! Or I'll kill you again!"

Ze Zhishan trembled with grievance, clutching the black knife tightly to his chest. "No, senior brother, I can't give it to you. I need to find my body. Once I find it, I'll give it back to you, okay?"

Lin Fan, of course, refused. This was something important to him; how could he let her take it away?

"Don't even think about leaving!"

The neglected lay Buddhist Mingxing angrily pulled his hands to the left and right, and two mechanical giants crawled out from the floor and the wall respectively.

Lin Fan's eyelids twitched. He had spent a lot of effort to deal with two of them before, and now two more had appeared. Who knew how many more were still stored in Moju Temple? How was he supposed to fight them?

Without hesitation, Mo Zhishan picked up the Bodhisattva statue and left on his folding fan. The statue was very heavy, so even though he flew on the fan, his speed was about the same as running.

Seeing this, Lin Fan threw the sickle at Mingxing Jushi.

Sensing the ominous aura emanating from the scythe, Mingxing Jushi retreated rapidly. Just as Mingxing Jushi was preparing for Lin Fan's next move, Lin Fan suddenly chased after Ze Zhishan.

Mingxing Jushi was clearly not prepared for this situation and was momentarily stunned.

The red-clad man drew an arc in front of him with a sickle, then turned and chased after Lin Fan.

It was only then that Mingxing Jushi understood why that person had thrown away the sickle and run away.

“Object manipulation? Sword control? How interesting.” He said to the two giants beside him, “What a pity, I really wanted to learn sword control. Kill him.”

The two giants charged straight ahead, and the dense houses did not stop them; they passed through the houses like spirits.

Mingxing Jushi didn't chase after him, but stood there frowning in thought. "A black knife, a strange sickle... although the age doesn't match, could this be that person? Oh well, I'll call Li Jushi for help. Even if I'm wrong, I won't lose anything."

Whoosh!

A signal arrow exploded in the silent night sky.