Daoist Master, I'm really not an evil cultivator.

Chapter 93 Black Light True Monarch

As Xu Changqing passed by the fox demon, he had already gathered the killing energy within his body into his palm. At the same time, a wisp of sword light surrounded the fox demon, and the white bone jade hairpin trembled slightly in his hair.

However, to Xu Changqing's slight surprise, the fox demon not only did not make a move, but instead followed him enthusiastically, step by step, with a stiff, fawning smile on her face, looking as if she were respectfully escorting a distinguished guest.

"To repay the boundless grace of Heaven and Earth..."

At the same time, the eerie chanting inside the hall suddenly rose in pitch, becoming sharp and rapid, as if countless people were scraping bones with their fingernails.

As the chanting of sutras intensified, the few eccentric Taoist priests behind Xu Changqing also began to mutter sutras. Suddenly, they all lowered their heads and began to frantically tear at their own flesh.

Sharp teeth pierced flesh, black blood splattered, and fragments of limbs littered the ground, emitting a pungent stench.

Even more bizarrely, amidst the chanting of distorted scriptures, the blood and flesh spilled on the ground began to slowly writhe and converge, automatically forming twisted and sinister characters and patterns along the path Xu Changqing had walked.

Looking at the brightly lit yet eerily quiet palace ahead, Xu Changqing sneered inwardly: "What a 'Taoist banquet'! It's probably a place where hungry ghosts sit, waiting to feast on me, their master."

His gaze swept over the plaque above the palace gate, covered in black patterns. The four blood-red characters on it, "True Lord of Black Light," were shocking and faintly exuded a foul and evil aura.

Xu Changqing stepped into the hall, and the fox demon's figure behind him disappeared into the thick fog. The hall door closed silently.

Looking up, one sees bright lights and a magnificent golden glow. On both sides are statues of Buddhas, some holding whisks, others holding ruyi scepters, with compassionate faces and a faint golden light flowing around them.

In the center sits a magnificent Taoist statue with three heads and six arms on a lotus platform. Its face is blurred but it exudes majesty. As its lips move slightly, profound Taoist sounds echo throughout the hall.

"The Great Way is nameless, yet it nourishes all things; the Great Way is without emotion, yet it governs the sun and moon..."

The voice was majestic and righteous, penetrating the very soul, as if it could cleanse all filth and guide people toward the Way.

Xu Changqing's mind was stirred, and he couldn't help but feel an urge to prostrate himself in worship and submit to him, as if the person in front of him was the supreme true lord who could save him from all suffering.

"Amitabha!" Alarm bells rang in Xu Changqing's mind. He cursed inwardly, "Good heavens, is this some kind of 'bewitching potion' for me? Like a toad yawning, what a boastful tone, trying to convert me?"

A purple light flickered in his eyes, and the magnificent and solemn scene before him receded like the tide, revealing its hideous true form.

Where is this golden lotus platform? The statues on both sides are all in the form of evil demons with blue faces and fangs, their fangs protruding and their eyes gleaming fiercely.

The statue in the center exuded an evil aura, surrounded by black mist. It was not chanting the orthodox Taoist scriptures, but rather a twisted and seductive syllable that attempted to corrupt the listener's mind and drag them into depravity.

"Like a frog in a well, you have no idea how vast the Milky Way is." Xu Changqing sneered. "With your crooked and heretical methods, do you think you're worthy of my respect? You're like an old sow wearing a bra, one set after another, pretending to be quite convincing."

He harbored murderous intent.

"Stop pretending! Show yourself!"

The white bone hairpin slipped silently from her hair and exploded with a "bang" while still in mid-air. Dark, turbid water surged and gathered, instantly transforming into a black dragon with gleaming scales and horns, roaring and charging straight at the evil statue with a chilling aura and an aura of annihilation.

At the same time, Xu Changqing made a hand seal with his right hand, and a blood-red killing seal, condensed to the point of being tangible, shot out and struck the evil statue's face.

Immediately, a thought flashed through his mind, and several streaks of crimson-gold sword light, sharp and unparalleled, shot down the fox demon and the wicked Taoist priests inside the hall.

The three-headed, six-armed demon seemed startled; the swirling black mist around it abruptly stopped, and the chanting ceased abruptly. Its six evil eyes simultaneously turned to Xu Changqing, their gazes cold and venomous.

Suddenly, dim runes appeared all over the evil statue. These runes intertwined and formed an illusory black chain, binding it firmly to the flesh and blood lotus platform.

The runes were extremely dim, as if they had finally exhausted all their magical power and could no longer bind the evil spirit.

A sickening "sizzle" sound rang out, and then it broke apart piece by piece.

The evil statue's body split open into several large mouths covered with sharp teeth, spewing out thick, foul-smelling black mud that rolled and surged like a living thing, instantly swallowing the Killing Seal that was attacking it.

A hissing, corrosive sound and a muffled rumble came from the black mud, and the blood-red light of the Killing Seal quickly dimmed and disappeared.

The countless icy water swords transformed from the Black Dragon of Xuanshui pierced down, and upon contact with the black mud, they instantly condensed into large patches of dark blue ice crystals, temporarily halting the spread of the black mud. The evil statue let out a painful and angry howl: "Ugh!"

"Ah!" The sound seemed to let out a painful howl.

"What a powerful and filthy thing!" Xu Changqing's eyes narrowed, and he felt a chill run down his spine. "It seems that this thing must be some evil spirit that was suppressed by Ziyang Temple back then. I wonder if it was spared from being completely killed because it was cultivated into a guardian deity? And it even luckily escaped the Ziyang Demonic Calamity?"

His internal magical power surged even more rapidly, and the light of the Killing Sword shone even brighter.

"boom!"

Then it crashed down with a thunderous roar, striking the head of the evil statue that was churning with black mud.

Wherever the sword light passed, the foul-smelling black mud melted away like snow being poured into boiling water. The evil statue let out an extremely mournful howl, and the black mist around it violently trembled. Its body, which had just broken free from its restraints, was actually cleaved backward by this sword, and the flesh and blood of the lotus platform tore apart.

Xu Changqing stood with his sword in hand, his body still glowing with blood. Looking at the struggling, evil statue, he grinned and said, "May the Heavenly Venerable grant you boundless blessings. It seems that your cultivation as a 'True Lord' is still a bit shallow. As the saying goes, 'Misfortune and fortune have no gate, but are summoned by oneself.' Since you have set up this banquet for me, I will return the favor with a sword. It is a matter of reciprocity, and I will not deceive the young or the old."

The few Taoist priests and the fox demon leaning against the door were swept by the killing sword light, their figures suddenly froze, and then they collapsed softly like shadow puppets with their skeletons removed.

Strangely, when he fell to the ground, not a single drop of blood or flesh splattered, nor did he scream or wail.

Xu Changqing stared intently, his brows furrowing slightly.

After those "bodies" collapsed to the ground, their Taoist robes quickly deflated, and large clumps of grayish-brown, mushy material slid out from the cuffs and collars. This was not flesh and blood, but rather the rotten remains of internal organs mixed with dried, blackened clots of blood.

What's even more chilling is that although these bodies have collapsed, they still maintain the posture and expression they had when they were alive.

But the smile, set against the backdrop of the empty Taoist robe and the rotting dregs on the ground, looked particularly eerie.

"So it was eaten up to the bone long ago, leaving only the skin." Xu Changqing suddenly realized, then sneered, "What a 'Three Ghosts Feast'! Before the banquet even started, the guests were already swallowed whole by the host. These evil ghosts certainly know how to live frugally, not even leaving a scrap."