Chương 283: A Temporary Solution

Song Que's mental space. Scorched by the flames of the Precious Lotus Pedestal, the Murderous Demon Dharma Idol couldn't hold on. Waves of black smoke immediately began rising from its body, and its form grew significantly dimmer. This won't do! Master Song gritted his teeth and made a resolute decision.

"Roar!!!" Sitting opposite him, Little Jiangshi suddenly let out a deafening roar. At that moment, its already shriveled body unexpectedly shrank a size smaller! The Silver-Armored Corpse was frantically burning the Yin Qi, Corpse Qi, and Evil Qi within its body to nourish the Murderous Demon! Receiving this massive boost, the Murderous Demon Dharma Idol—as if it had popped a Viagra—became exceptionally ferocious!

It instantly turned the tables, pinning the Lotus Pedestal and the forming old monk's illusory figure to the ground, viciously ravaging them! Clusters of black water surged from the Murderous Demon's body, quickly extinguishing the white flames outside. This layer of viscous, oil-like black water then spread out, enveloping the Precious Lotus Pedestal as if wanting to swallow it whole in return. Rumble...

Even though it was within his mental consciousness, Song Que could still feel the two sides clashing with a thunderous roar, like the beating of massive drums echoing deep into his very soul! Boom....... rumble..... The Marvellous Lotus flickered outside, alternating between bright and dark, looking incredibly bizarre. After a long while, 'Cinderella Lotus', oppressed by the utterly biased 'Evil Stepfather' Father Song, gradually ran out of steam. Its struggles and resistance grew weaker and weaker.

Ultimately, it couldn't escape the fate of being pushed into a frying pan and turned into fish sauce by 'Stepsister Murderous Demon'! Only when the bright red bloodlines from the Murderous Demon Dharma Idol completely pierced deep into the lotus pedestal, successfully merging with and controlling the Precious Lotus Pedestal, did the outer layer of black water gradually retract, flowing back into the Murderous Demon's body. At this moment, Song Que's new true dharma idol finally revealed its true face.......

Within the mental space, when everything returned to calm, Grandee Song finally began to formally observe his new dharma body. It was a massive lotus pedestal formed from 84, 000 petals. Every petal was inlaid with glazed agate, continuously radiating a soft light identical to the orthodox Buddhist Marvellous Lotus. However, looking closely, one could see faint red lines hidden beneath the petals, interlacing like a complex network of blood vessels. This added a few traces of demonic eeriness to its holy exterior.

Seated upon the expansive lotus pedestal was an illusory figure identical to Song Que—from his face and figure down to the very pores of his bald head, there wasn't the slightest difference! Except that, beneath the soles of his feet, bundles of red threads like blood vessels were firmly rooted into the lotus pedestal, as if he and the pedestal were born as a symbiotic entity. Currently, Song Que's dharma idol was meditating with its eyes closed, a faint smile on its lips.

Its face alternated between compassionate joy with the solemn appearance of a Buddha, to abruptly morphing into a visage of ferocious, tyrannical cruelty. The light surrounding the dharma idol flickered between red and golden, alternating in an incredibly dazzling and demonic display. Secretly observing all this, Master Song also felt a ball-ache. He had technically resolved the hidden danger of the Marvellous Lotus Sutra visualizations. But now, he had to face a new problem that was equally headache-inducing.

It was as if two thoughts existed within his mind—good and evil thoughts alternately rising and whispering in his ears! If this continued, he could very easily become a person with multiple personalities. Perhaps before he could even ascend to the altar of gods, he would become a nutjob! I'm just practicing martial arts! My demands aren't high; taking the title 'Heavenly Saber' is enough! Why does it have to be this difficult?!

Thinking of those senior transmigrators—didn't they just cross over and instantly hit max level? Or they had some heaven-defying system that granted whatever they wished! At the very least, they had a 'Grandpa in a ring'! Compared to them, Baby Song's fate was truly bitter! This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author's work. Indeed, without a master, you are just fumbling in the dark. The ancients never spoke falsely!

Unfortunately, it was too late to comprehend this truth. Given his current state, he didn't dare go find someone to take him as a disciple. Perhaps before he could even hear a single word of golden advice, the other party would slap him to death with a palm strike! Neither a proper Buddha nor a proper Demon, and entangled with the Blood Demon Cult—this world's top terrorist organization! Song Que sorrowfully realized that he seemed to be trending toward becoming the ultimate villain boss.

Neither the orthodox nor the demonic paths had a place for him! I really want to ask: This little brother took a wrong step, can I take it back? Master Song shed tears of regret for being greedy for these bald donkeys' items. Sigh...

"But sometimes things don't go the way I want, The way this world operates always holds me down..." Mumbling a few depressing lyrics, Grandee Song had no choice but to surrender and accept enjoying life's 'ravaging' once again. Looking at his newly formed dharma idol, with its half-Buddha, half-demon characteristics, he amused himself by giving it an incredibly resounding name: The Dao Heart Demonic Seed Grand Art! Old Demon Song was just that arrogant!

If anyone said this was a Buddha's heart, they could go back and read'The Buddha Originates from the Dao' to understand! What he needed to do now was ensure a balance between the Buddha nature and the Demon nature. If either side unexpectedly rose to dominance, he could gloriously become a divine... lunatic, beyond saving. Fortunately, he had the unique trait of a split soul, perfectly allowing him to simultaneously control both sides. At least the situation wasn't too terrible.

Compared to having to guard against someone backstabbing him day and night before, this was already vastly better! With this comparison, Song Que cheered up again....... Having resolved the hidden trouble in his heart, Master Song calmly opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings. What met his eyes was the Silver-Armored Corpse, looking like an empty cicada shell. Seeing it nearly reduced to a skeletal soldier, Song Que also secretly jumped in shock. He carefully sensed its condition.

The essence of its origin source had been drained significantly by the Murderous Demon Dharma Idol earlier. Its originally terrifying strength of 5 Elephants was now barely above 2 Elephants. The consumption was truly too severe! Who knew how much 'blood food' it would have to absorb to return to its original state? Furthermore, whether it could even fully recover was a question. Fortunately, Master Song's current strength wasn't low, and he didn't need to overly rely on the Silver-Armored Corpse.

Therefore, he didn't feel too heartbroken. Thinking of blood food, and looking at the school of fish floating on their backs, showing their snow-white bellies on the surface of the lake, Song Que made a very happy decision. Whoever caused the mess should clean it up! He would let Little Jiangshi fix this mistake. Anyway, afterward, he just needed to put it in the coffin and seal the lid tightly to prevent his spatial inventory from smelling. That settles it!.......

"Spring slumber, oblivious to the dawn, Everywhere the trilling of birds is heard. In the night came the sound of wind and rain, Who knows how many blossoms have fallen?" Having slept until he felt completely refreshed, 'Mister Zhuge Zuo Mu,' dressed impeccably and swaying his feather fan, walked out of the house. His mouth continuously hummed an incredibly carefree poem. Clatter...

"Oh my mother!" When he saw Master Song sitting by the lakeside with the others, drinking tea and chatting, this guy gasped in shock and let out a yell. He didn't even notice when the fan in his hand dropped to the ground. Raising an eyebrow and glancing at him, Song Que was speechless. He had caused such a massive commotion last night that even the two little girls, Yang Mi and Yang Zi, were awakened! Yet this guy, bearing the title of a 6th Grade expert, had remained fast asleep in his sweet dreams!

He truly didn't know whether to lament this guy's massive heart or his massive luck! With this level of vigilance, the fact that Old Zuo could go around scamming meals, drinks, money, and martial arts, and still survive until today, was truly a miracle! This guy had probably noticed the changes on his body. Song Que was also very curious about his current state. Thus, he glared at him and waved him over:"Old Zuo, get over here! Hurry up and tell me what my destiny looks like now!"

"Young Master!!! Oh, Young Master! Are you unable to hold on much longer?! I just joined you and haven't even had time to contribute, why is heaven jealous of heroic geniuses..." Zuo Mu unexpectedly opened his mouth, bawling and wailing loudly, leaving everyone present stunned. Motherfucker! Smack! Master Song was so enraged by this dog's words that his beard trembled and his eyes bulged. Unable to bear it, he leaped up from his chair and delivered a heavy slap to the back of the guy's head to shut him up.

"Drop the act and speak plain English! Describe to me carefully, what does my destiny look like right now?!" Looking at Old Demon Song's eyes, which were glaring like two small bowls, Zuo Mu shuddered and shut his mouth in fear. Staring intently at the Qi on his body, the divine swindler exclaimed in surprise:"Oh! How bizarre! It's not entirely the Qi of death; it's mixed with a lot of Yin Malice Qi and resentful Qi! This... is exactly like those demonic path brats!

Young Master, you actually cultivated a demonic art!" Gulp! Yelping and hollering, Old Zuo suddenly noticed Old Demon Song's unfriendly gaze and was terrified out of his wits, hurriedly explaining:"Young Master, Young Master! Your destiny is still being eroded by that cage of purple clouds! But the difference is, beneath the cage, a mass of... a mass of... black gaseous substance has corroded a large hole! It covers about a quarter of the surface! The cage can no longer completely envelop your destiny!"

Nodding secretly, Song Que asked curiously:"Is the demonic Qi on my body very noticeable?"

"Do you want the truth?" Carefully evaluating his somewhat erratic master, Zuo Mu asked cautiously just to be sure. Receiving the Great Demon King's nod of confirmation, he spoke:"Young Master, I don't know how others see it, but to me, it's very clear! The gloomy aura of death gathering beneath you is almost substantial! In broad daylight, it's truly no different from a person walking with a lit lantern at night! I could spot the anomaly from far away!"

Old Zuo was very curious to ask how many people this guy had killed to accumulate such savage demonic Qi. But after weighing it for a moment, he decided to drop it. If he asked something stupid and ended up becoming one of those resentful souls joining the crowd, that wouldn't be fun at all. Curiosity killed the cat; cherishing one's life is paramount!