Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 389: A Mysterious Power! Time for the Young Daoist to Strike! Heart-Piercing! Dejected and Cold!
“Bold demon! Reveal your true form at once!” The scabby-headed monk’s voice boomed like thunder, filled with authority.
He pressed his palms together, forming a series of hand seals, and unleashed a Buddhist spell of divine power. A layer of golden ripples, barely visible to the naked eye, spread outward at lightning speed. Those golden waves carried an extraordinary aura of sacred Buddhist energy.
Sshhhk!
Not only the handsome groom, but even the bride, who had been sitting silently beneath her red wedding veil, were both struck by the golden ripples.
The Buddhist energy within the light burned against their bodies, raising wisps of white smoke.
“Ah!” Both of them groaned in pain, their faces twisted with agony.
The bride suddenly tore off her red veil, revealing a face of exquisite beauty beneath the makeup.
Judging from her features, she was none other than Miss Dong, the young woman who had once gone traveling with her lover, been slain by bandits, and whose body had been found floating in the Wei River. She was the very same “lifelike, uncorrupted corpse” lying in the county’s charity gravehouse. Her eyes glinted with icy malice, killing intent flashing like blades.
She shouted sharply, “You bald donkey! You’ve pushed me too far, so today you’ll pay for what you’ve done!”
The act was over. No more pretending. I am the demon!
The two glanced at each other, and a powerful demonic aura began to surge around them. As their energy climbed higher and higher, the scabby-headed monk’s face darkened.
That so-called “groom,” who had easily caught his Buddhist prayer beads without flinching earlier, the one disguised as Sun Yushu, had already seemed suspiciously strong.
He had sensed from the start that something was off. The demonic aura around these two kolonok spirits had been fluctuating strangely.
But he hadn’t expected... That the cultivation of these two demons had already reached such a terrifying level.
From within the crowd, Li Yanchu’s gaze had been fixed on the disguised pair all along.
And now, seeing their true forms finally about to erupt, it was clear they were about to go all out.
Shit! Li Yanchu cursed inwardly.
If this wedding were to continue and so many innocent villagers were to die here today... It was obvious what would happen. Once a battle broke out, the consequences would be unimaginable.
His eyes turned cold as he took a single step forward, but before he could act, the scabby-headed monk suddenly surged past him with brute force.
“Out of my way!” His tone was icy, brooking no argument.
Li Yanchu froze for a moment.
In the blink of an eye, the scabby-headed monk had already charged forward in great strides. He clenched his thick, calloused fists, and with a roar, swung them toward the pair of demons.
A faint golden radiance enveloped his fists.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In an instant, the three clashed, their movements so fast that ordinary onlookers could only hear the dull, thunderous sounds of impact.
Boom!
Within just a few breaths, the scabby-headed monk, who moments ago had fought with the might of a Buddhist Arhat, was struck and sent flying backward, crashing straight into the banquet tables.
Wine and food splattered everywhere, soaking his robes. He looked utterly disheveled and pitiful.
“You bald donkey!” the groom sneered arrogantly. “Did you really think we’re the same as before?”
Pfft! The scabby-headed monk spat out a mouthful of blood. Whether from injury or anger, even he couldn’t tell.
His heart sank heavily. From that brief exchange just now, he had completely realized that these two demons’ cultivation had far surpassed his own. It was unbelievable!
“Buddha’s Light Illuminates All!” The scabby-headed monk roared, and a golden aura erupted from his body. His eyes gleamed with pure gold.
He threw a mighty punch, and a blazing golden fist mark crashed down like divine judgment. He was a Buddhist warrior monk, one who tempered not only his body but also his will, walking the path of subduing demons and eradicating evil. He was no ordinary fighter.
The groom’s hands suddenly transformed into fur-covered, razor-sharp claws, and his aura turned feral and bloodthirsty, enough to make one’s hair stand on end.
Clang!
He slashed across the scabby-headed monk’s chest, and the impact rang out like metal striking metal, causing sparks to fly everywhere. The bride followed close behind, pouncing with killing intent!
The monk’s Buddhist body was originally strong enough to suppress most demons, but he hadn’t expected that the claws of these two monsters were now infused with a mysterious power. In an instant, his skin was torn open, and blood began to flow as his body was covered in wounds.
“Bold fiends! I will fight you to the death!” he roared furiously.
But deep inside, his heart sank. Something was terribly wrong today!
“Kill them all and leave no one alive!” hissed the fake bride, Dong Xue, the kolonok spirit.
The chill of murder in her voice made everyone’s scalp go numb.
“Very well!” the groom snarled with a twisted grin, licking his lips.
Since their disguises were blown and there was no way to keep hiding among mortals in Kingdom of Qian, they might as well slaughter everyone here, shatter this scabby-headed monk’s Buddhist heart, and besides... it had been far too long since he’d tasted human flesh.
The two were murderous demons who had long fed on humans. Now, with their bloodlust fully unleashed, they became even more savage.
The scabby-headed monk panicked, a pang of regret stabbing through his chest. He’d been too reckless today!
Suddenly, his pupils shrank, his eyes widening in shock. A young and handsome Daoist appeared out of nowhere, stepping between the monk and the two demons.
“Time for the young Daoist to make a move!” Li Yanchu’s gaze turned sharp and cold.
Crushing Fist!
Boom!
Half of the groom’s body exploded on the spot, and what hit the ground was no man, but a broken, bloody kolonok[1].
The bride’s face twisted in shock and fury. She snatched a talisman seal from her chest, and a mysterious, overwhelming aura surged forth, enough to make one’s heart tremble.
Bang!
But before she could activate it, Li Yanchu struck again, and his Cleaving Fist smashed into her with unstoppable force.
The woman’s body burst apart from the head down, and her remains crashed to the ground, turning into two mangled halves of a kolonok soaked in blood.
Li Yanchu exhaled softly, drawing in the residual energy with his palm, and the talisman seal floated obediently into his hand.
The entire place fell silent, deathly silent.
The scabby-headed monk stood frozen, completely stunned, as if he’d turned to stone.
“What... what just happened!?” His face was filled with disbelief.
Just moments ago, those two fox demons had used some mysterious secret art to push their cultivation far beyond his own.
To be blunt, even if he’d gone all out, the best possible outcome would have been both demons heavily wounded, while he would certainly have died. Their aura had been terrifying enough to chill the heart.
But now... what was this!? That young Daoist had taken them down with a single punch each! Didn’t that just... make him look completely useless?
The scabby-headed monk’s expression turned gloomy, and a cold and bitter air loomed about him
“Ah! That’s Daoist Master Yanchu from Qingyun Temple in Wei City!” A fair-skinned, beautiful young lady screamed, completely forgetting her manners. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement, like a crazed fan in another life.
Only then did the crowd snap out of their shock.
“So it’s the young Daoist from Qingyun Temple! No wonder he has such power to subdue demons!”
“He’s like a living immortal, and he’s so young too!”
“Daoist Master Yanchu, marry me!”
Amidst the chorus of voices, there were... some rather odd exclamations mixed in.
Hearing them, the scabby-headed monk’s face twitched slightly, his lips trembling.
“This is the kind of reputation I wanted...” he muttered in frustration.
He looked at the noble daughters, their adoring gazes blazing with fervor, and at the crowd’s open admiration for Li Yanchu, and couldn’t help feeling a bit depressed.
Slaying demons was the hardest part. As for what came next, it was much simpler. Head Constable Wang would handle the formalities, report the case, and see the bodies properly returned.
The scabby-headed monk then approached Li Yanchu and spoke gravely about the origins of the two demons.
“These two kolonok spirits weren’t killing merely for pleasure,” he said. “They belong to a demonic faction, the White Marsh Demon Kingdom.”
1. The Siberian weasel or kolonok is a medium-sized weasel native to Asia, where it is widely distributed and inhabits various forest habitats and open areas. ☜
