M1zushi: when I have to check back if there was already a 3x bark title orz
as I said before, thanks for the patience, here’s last week’s chapter ^^
Sensing the terrifying aura coming from above, the subordinate kneeling on one knee trembled and almost threw himself onto the ground in fear. While he was trying his best to keep his voice steady—the person who got tongue tied in the previous task report had already been turned into a pool of blood by Fei Chen.
“Do you need to teach him a lesson?”
After all, Wu Rong’s subordinates had killed Old Man Yan, Protector Deng and others, and his strength was enough for them to be presented in front of King Fei, including the strength shown in his previous experiences. Whether it was the rules of Secret Lotus Congregation, or the strength of Wu Rong himself, both aroused the curiosity of Dharma King Fei.
“Who did you say…?”
Joy and anger couldn’t be distinguished from the deep male voice, and it contained a powerful and oppressive force that made people fearful. The subordinate who reported the situation and the guards on both sides were directly pressed onto the ground, trembling and almost suffocating. It’s over, why is the Dharma King so angry? Is it because Wu Rong dared to refuse the invitation? The subordinate felt that he was unlucky today, his teeth were chattering, and his voice became more and more humble:
“Wu, Wu Rong…”
Boom!
With a loud noise, the subordinate flew away like a rag doll, and hit the wall with force. Drenched in blood, he fell into a coma immediately. The others were so frightened that they knelt down on the ground, not daring to make a sound. How on earth did Wu Rong provoke Dharma King Fei? Was it because he refused the invitation that he was met with the gun’s muzzle? It seemed that he was still too young and vigorous, and he didn’t know the truth about rigidity and flexibility. To make Dharma King Fei angry, could he still have any good fruits to reap?
Those who fall into the hands of Dharma King Fei are bound to end up miserable.
“I see the Dharma King.”
Three monks in black and red cassocks came hand in hand, the one in front looked kind and friendly. The one on the rear left had a big waist and a round body full of flesh, wore a necklace of human bones around his neck, and his eyebrows were flagrant. The thin and crooked one on the rear right stood there lightly like a bone, his facial features were distorted and deformed, which made him extremely terrifying. They were all the iron monks under the Jade Throne, and they didn’t even frown when they passed the half-dead subordinate embedded into the wall.
“Congratulations to the Dharma King for improving his strength.”
The old monk at the head put his palms together with a smile, and said Amitabha: “It’s just an unweaned baby, the Dharma King just needs to send someone to deal with him at his behest, don’t be angry, that Wu Rong…”
Boom!
There was another loud bang, and the three monks were embedded beside the subordinate. The fattest monk spit out a mouthful of blood immediately after suffering an internal injury. The old monk in the front was the most powerful, and his sunken ribs could easily be restored, but he didn’t dare to. So strong, Fei Dharma King has become stronger again, and his emotions have become more and more difficult to fathom. The old monk was confused and surprised, he didn’t know which of the things he said just now aroused Dharma King Fei’s anger!
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“Is that how you invite him?”
Dharma King Fei was extremely dissatisfied and snorted coldly, his eyes were bloodshot, he strangled the man’s neck frantically, “Even I don’t deserve to see him, how dare you, how dare you—”
“Humph!”
Powerful and fierce might swept across the room, and all the people present were pressed onto the ground, spitting blood. Dharma King Fei’s face was frosty, he flicked his sleeves, and strode away, his majestic and cold voice echoed in the hall.
“I will personally invite him.”
He was gone, only leaving silence. The three monks came down from the wall with expressions of astonishment on their faces. What was Wu Rong’s identity that even made the arrogant Dharma King Fei say that he was unworthy? !
“Master Fan, you said…”
The skinny monk rolled his dry eyes, hesitant to speak.
“This Wu, what ability does this person have, to cause the Dharma King to take him so seriously?”
The fat monk’s voice was like a bell dong, deafening: “He isn’t the one sent from above, is he?”
“The Dharma King will always be insane for a while after practicing in the blood pool.”
The old monk was thoughtful, and said slowly: “Tonight is the time for Zhou Jin’s concert, and that one is also invited by Zhou Xinhong, that old dog.”
“Could it be that the king was just making an excuse to meet the Zhou family?”
The skinny monk was incredulous: “But he treats that…”
“Wait until tonight.”
The old monk narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were suspicious, and his tone was calm: “We will know in the evening.”
“Brother Rong, do you think the Secret Lotus Congregation will take action tonight?”
At 5:30 in the evening, the Zhou family came to the villa to pick up Wu Rong and the others. Their dining was also arranged by the Zhou family, a high-end hotel in Linjiang very famous for its vegetarian meals. Hui Xin didn’t come with them, first, as he was to prepare for tomorrow’s Dharma debate, and second, as the devil’s singing voice was beneficial for ghost raisers, but was counterproductive for monks and priests. Hui Xin was still young and his skills were unstable, so it wasn’t suitable for him to listen.
The cool river breeze blew past the window. Huang Mao, who was full of wine and food, was going to the toilet, and happened to be with Wu Rong. On the way, Huang Mao was very serious: “Look at tonight’s concert, they are all guests specially invited by the Zhou family. If there’s a sudden attack, not to mention killing everyone, it would at least be dismounting the majesty.”
“I don’t think the Secret Lotus Congregation will obediently wait until tomorrow for the Dharma debate.”
“All the arrest warrants have been accepted?”
“I’ve accepted them, both big and small, I’ve accepted everything from the Secret Lotus Congregation!”
Huang Mao beamed with joy: “Even if we only kill a few more minions, we can still earn a lot of money.”
Speaking of this, he thought of something: “Brother Rong, it would be great if the concert could be broadcasted live. This is Zhou Jin’s concert, and the traffic rewards will definitely be overwhelming.”
Huang Mao just said it in vain, a little regretful. This was indeed a good opportunity, it would give Wu Rong a wave of fans. But usually, live broadcasts were not allowed during such occasions.
After walking into the toilet and entering one of the different compartments, Wu Rong unfastened his belt. He wore a black shirt and jeans today, which made him look like he had broader shoulders, a thin waist and long legs. His Yin physique prevented him from sweating no matter how high the temperature outside was. The shirt tucked into his belt was pulled out by him, and just as Wu Rong started to release the water, a faint singing sounded in his ears.
There were no lyrics, just simple humming, but it was especially harmonic because of the beautiful and ethereal voice. The resonating melody was gentle, like a gurgling brook in spring, the rhythm was brisk, sweet and moving, as if it rang from within people’s hearts. According to the legend, the voice of a siren could confuse even the most seasoned boatman, and the singing of a devil could lure even the most pious angel to their fall. If their voices were as sweet as the voice singing now, it was no surprise that the boatman and the angel still turned towards it, even though they knew it was an abyss.
Gradually, the brisk singing became sad. Melancholy and sorrowful emotions were like the bowstrings of a violin, binding a person’s heart. From an unknown corner, a sour feeling emerged from the bottom of the listener’s heart, accompanied by the increasingly heavy singing voice, which was so sad that it almost shattered their heart, and they couldn’t help but want to satisfy all the singer’s requests.
Amidst the sad and resentful singing, Wu Rong fixed his belt after solving his physical problems with a deadpan face. The melody next to his ear could indeed arouse his emotions, but Wu Rong’s emotions were pitifully few, regardless of whether it was joy, anger, sorrow or happiness.”, they were like ripples on the beach, which disappeared completely once the waves swept away. The white jade tube made a crackling sound, and the originally energetic black and white ghost infants became buddhist after spending so much time with the Yangjin Zhuoma, and their grievances had essentially dissipated.
But their souls were incomplete, and after their resentment has completely dissipated, they will not be saved, instead, they will completely disappear.
The other party had started to worry.
The ghost baby responded to the singing. If Wu Rong had the emotions of a normal person, he might have been bewitched by the singing to open the white jade tube and release the baby ghost. Just as Wu Rong expected, Huang Mao next door to him didn’t hear any singing.
The song just now was sung specially for Wu Rong, but unfortunately Wu Rong didn’t know how to appreciate it at all. He just knocked on the white jade tube, and the ghost babies inside immediately became terrified and quiet.
If you want them, come and get them yourself, don’t hide behind the scenes and play tricks.
It was unknown if the other party understood Wu Rong’s meaning, anyway, the singing sound in his head stopped abruptly after Wu Rong went back. The driver sent by the Zhou family was waiting downstairs in the hotel.
“Singers are indeed rare. The rare thing is that they, as humans, can appease and propel ghosts. Actually, I heard that ghosts from the fierce level and above all have their own songs.”
After a day’s delay, Bai Gu regained his composure. Ignoring Fu Qing’s cold face, he sat in the back seat together and talked with Wu Rong: “Singing is actually more like an innate ability, which comes from the resonance of the soul. Low-level ghosts will spontaneously respond to high-level existences. Under the control of the Song of the Soul, they can form a loyal and unrivaled ghost army. No matter how weak a ghost is, it can become a participant of the battlefield.”
Due to the strong territoriality of resentful ghosts, they would fundamentally not unite, and adjacent Ghost Territories would always fight with each other. Only with the combined efforts of several ghost kings alone, would the ghost army formed can basically be invincible.
“Cousin, your Gangdong actually has the ability to summon and appease ghosts. Going to King of Heaven Zhou’s concert today should help.”
Bai Gu was euphemistic, but in fact Wu Rong didn’t have the slightest musical talent, and the sound of him playing the human bone horn was like a suona, even the Big Ghost Dog couldn’t stand it. Wu Rong himself was also thinking about this problem. When he was practicing Gangdong, he always felt that there was a subtle gap between his Yin Qi and this instrument, and he couldn’t exert his full strength. It was difficult to achieve the basic effect of appeasing ghosts.
Wu Rong tried several times to no avail. When he asked Hui Xin, the young monk said that it was his body that was spontaneously preventing the Yin Qi from flowing out. Although Wu Rong could use Ghost Qi in battle, this was only the most superficial way to use it, basically equivalent to directly blasting it out. This simple and crude method was no longer suitable for the Gangdong as it required a more subtle control of Yin Qi.
Wu Rong’s body was very strange, it could spontaneously isolate Yin and Yang, and half of his Yin Qi, the Ghost Qi, didn’t leak out of his body. Such a body had both advantages and disadvantages, unless a miracle happened, Wu Rong’s chances of using the Gangdong were very slim.
“Woof.”
When Bai Gu talked about soul resonance, the Ghost Dog King came out of the shadows, with his huge and vicious head resting on Wu Rong’s knee, and there was a whining sound of attachment and trust in his throat, as if recalling the past. As soon as its big head approached, the little spirit dog that was nestling on Bai Gu’s lap blew up on the spot, like a fluffy dumpling. It was also afraid of the big dog, so it didn’t dare to bark. It could only turn around and point its tail at the big dog, aggrieved, with its small head resting on the car window looking out through it.
“Bark!”
Suddenly, the little spirit dog seemed to have seen something, it excitedly stood up and stuck it against the glass barking towards the outside, its little tail wagging like a flower.
“Mr. Wu, we have arrived.”
The driver sent by the Zhou family was very polite. On the way, Su Xiaomi was very excited to meet his idol, Master Ling Yun. At this time, the driver smiled and pointed to the front to show them, with a respectful and admiring tone: “Look, that’s Grandmaster Ling Yun’s car.”
Editor: Cloud Chip Cake
Is the revelation about to happen? 🤩🤩
Thanks for the chapter!!!
Is Ling Yun gonna get his puppy back 😆
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Thanks for the update
Is Coffin Old Man planning on crashing the party? It’s going to be pure chaos if that happens…