Martial Arts Domination: Start with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique-Chapter 54 - The Mountain Lord Tiger Demon, The Old Monk Claims a Life!

“I am ashamed, I…

indeed am no longer in this world.”

No longer in this world…

Which means he’s dead?!

But how could he still stand before him at this moment?

Qin Zheng felt somewhat confused for a moment.

He knew this world had demons, but hadn’t expected there to also be ghosts.

Monk Chongming again brought his hands together, softly chanting a Buddhist mantra, then he spoke, “That day after leaving Black Goose City…”

He slowly narrated his experiences from this past period to Qin Zheng.

It turned out that right after he left Black Goose City, before he could even reach Tongguan Town, he sensed a strong demonic energy in the mountains.

After weighing his options, the old monk decided to deal with that demon first.

Because on that demon’s body, there was a strong scent of blood, possibly from consuming humans.

Following the trail, he finally reached Riverside Village and caught up with the demon.

He found it was a tiger demon that had turned into a spirit; its size was as large as an elephant, and it even held half a human thigh in its mouth.

However, the tiger demon also bore several deep wounds, seemingly defeated in a fight with other Great Demons, it had run out from Mo Xu Mountain.

And its purpose for staying in Riverside Village was simple, to consume humans to heal its injuries.

Naturally, Monk Chongming would not allow it, so he confronted it.

Yet, although the tiger demon was gravely injured, it was still not something the old monk, at the Bone Refining Realm, could handle.

After the encounter, the old monk lay dying from severe wounds.

Since the tiger demon didn’t want its injuries to worsen, it agreed to the old monk’s plea to not consume the people of the village.

But in exchange, the old monk had to become its bound spirit.

Grievously injured and unable to live much longer, to save the village, he agreed to the condition.

But unexpectedly, while the tiger demon did not consume the villagers, it required the village to continuously lure outsiders into the village.

Then, it was convenient for the tiger demon to devour these people to recuperate from its injuries.

And the several large catfish in the river were also a result of a secret method taught by the tiger demon, raised by the people of Riverside Village.

The purpose was to fatten up the fish for the tiger demon to eat.

After hearing the old monk’s description, Qin Zheng could sense the regret and guilt in his voice.

“I didn’t expect that by saving the people of this village, I would also harm other innocent people.”

“The villagers here have also accrued sin; what’s right and what’s wrong, I truly can’t tell anymore,” the old monk sighed, speaking helplessly.

This was the first time since Qin Zheng knew him that he sensed a feeling of helplessness from him.

Dead but not at peace…

Qin Zheng looked at the old monk before him, now transformed into a bound ghost for the tiger demon, his emotions were complex.

Regret, sympathy, anger…

Such a kind-hearted monk, in the end, also died at the hands of a demon.

“Mr.

Qin, hurry and leave, this place is not safe to linger.

That tiger demon is ferocious, no one but a Human race Grandmaster can contend with it,” Monk Chongming said after a brief silence.

Qin Zheng wanted to speak but stopped himself, then he shifted his gaze toward a few young men and women who were feasting at the banquet.

“Mr.

Qin has a heart like a bodhisattva, this old monk has misjudged many in his life, yet in this final journey, I have not misjudged you.”

Seeing the look on Qin Zheng’s face, a smile appeared on the old monk’s visage.

He continued, “Mr.

Qin, rest assured, although I have become a mournful ghost, all the Buddhist scriptures I have chanted over the years have deeply entered my soul.”

“These scriptures preserve my nature, allowing me temporarily to break free from the control of the tiger demon, and although I no longer have a physical body, I still possess the power to act.”

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“Those few young heroes, I will rescue them myself.

After I have slain the tiger demon, the rest I shall leave to you!”

Having said this, the old monk chanted a Buddha mantra once more and then walked toward the bustling crowd at the banquet.

Under the moonlight and the light of the fire, the old monk cast no shadow.

“By the way!”

The monk seemed to remember something and suddenly stopped.

He then turned around to look at Qin Zheng.

With a slight smile, he said, “Qi Yan and those children, before they left, entrusted me to tell you that their fate is such, and it’s not your fault.”

“They hope you won’t feel guilty or burdened because of this.”

“Also, they wanted me to tell you that the days living with you in the east of the city were the happiest times of their lives.”

The moment Qin Zheng heard these words, he felt as if an electric current surged through him.

No wonder the old monk, upon seeing him, did not ask for information about those children from the east of the city.

It turned out…

they had already met!

But by the time they met again, both were no longer in this world…

Qi Yan…

those children…

For some reason, Qin Zheng suddenly felt a moistness at the corners of his eyes.

The old monk gave a slight smile, then turned and walked toward the bustling banquet, toward that shrine.

…

At the banquet, as the food and drink on the table diminished.

The five young men and women, their cheeks flushed, were beginning to lose their clarity of mind.

Behind the old village headman, the young lady saw this and her expression subtly darkened.

The old village headman’s mouth curled into a smile, and then he looked up at the large fish roasting on the bonfire.

Smelling the enticing aroma of the fish, he said, “The time is almost right, it’s time to offer a meal to the Mountain Lord.”

As he spoke, the previously noisy and bustling sounds abruptly halted and all the villagers stood up.

On their faces, there was struggle, hesitation, indifference, and calmness.

“Headman, there is one who isn’t here.”

At this moment, a villager came forward and said.

“No matter, that mournful ghost will take care of it,” the old headman replied nonchalantly with a wave of his hand.

The five young men and women, their eyes blurry and faces drunk, looked at the people standing up and the suddenly quiet atmosphere.

They slumped their heads weakly and mumbled, “Mountain Lord?”

“Who is the Mountain Lord?

What food are we offering to the Mountain Lord?”

The old man, looking kindly, said to them, “The fish roasting on the bonfire and you folks, you are the food being offered to the Mountain Lord.”

Upon hearing this, beneath their hair and in their eyes, a sharp light flickered.

They didn’t look like they were drunken or poisoned at all!

Clearly, they were perfectly sober!

Good, the tiger demon indeed was here!

This thought emerged in their minds, and just as they were about to flip the table and spring into action,

they heard a chant filled with immense righteousness resonate.

“Amitabha!”

“Mountain Lord, this poor monk has come to claim your life!”