The Unruly Immortals

"We can't let Master Danyang come out again,"

Li Huowang came to this conclusion after carefully considering the series of events that followed Master Danyang's appearance.

Comparing the first time with the God of Happiness, the second time with Buddha, and now the third, Li Huowang noticed a clear pattern.

The first time, he could only vaguely hear Master Danyang's voice.

The second time, he was able to see his figure.

By the third time, not only could Master Danyang communicate with him, but he had also begun to control his emotions with murderous intent and even caused him to not recognize some common characters.

No matter what Master Danyang has become, the influence on Li Huowang is more apparent with each occurrence.

From the beginning to end, Master Danyang has never been kind-hearted; everything he did was to seize Li Huowang's body.

Even under his protection, without dying for other reasons, it probably wouldn't be long before Li Huowang would completely become him.

If such a situation were to occur, Li Huowang absolutely couldn't accept it. He would rather die than become the person he hated the most.

A pair of fair hands reached out and gently grasped his right hand.

Li Huowang, with a furrowed brow, looked up at those concerned pink eyes, and shook his head slightly. He did not explain anything.

Li Huowang picked up the Avatamsaka Sutra in his hands, flipped it open to a random page, and glanced over it.

"This book is useless." Having made up his mind, Li Huowang casually tossed the Avatamsaka Sutra back into the wooden box.

After looking through the content of the Avatamsaka Sutra, Li Huowang recalled hearing monks chant from it in Zhengde Temple, and it had passed through different monks' hands.

It was just a widely copied Buddhist scripture, and he supposed one could easily buy it in any bookstore. Compared to this, gold and jewelry had more value.

When Li Huowang walked back to the treasures, he saw Gouwa leading others, busily dragging all the boxes filled with valuables towards the outside of the house.

But this task was strenuous because, despite being valuable, gold and silver are still metals.

"Don't bother with the silver; just take the gold jewelry. These gold pieces are enough for us to spend on our journey."

As soon as Li Huowang said this, it made Gouwa jump anxiously. "Brother Li!! This is silver! Pure white silver!"

Kicking a heavy chest beside him, Li Huowang said, "Do you know how heavy this silver is? We still need to get on a boat. If the boat sinks, are you planning to swim out with the silver on your back?"

"This gold is enough for us to eat for a lifetime, don't be too greedy, let's go quickly."

Gouwa, still looking dissatisfied, kept stuffing Silver Ingots into his clothes. "Let's take a little more, think of how many wives this silver could buy, how many cattle."

Li Huowang didn't bother with him but led others with all the gold and turned to leave.

A bulging Gouwa hurriedly followed behind, but before he took a few steps, he was panting from exhaustion.

Seeing the others' backs getting farther away, Gouwa stamped his foot in frustration, hastily dropped some Silver Ingots, and quickly followed them.

Li Huowang walked out of the storeroom, and just as he was about to lead the others out of the stronghold, he paused, then headed towards the kitchen.

Shortly after, when he came back out, the gold in his hands had been exchanged for two dead children with deep purple complexions.

"Go and find some jars in the stronghold, after we leave, we'll burn them and keep their ashes. We can't send off the living, but at least let them return to their roots," he said.

"Yes, Senior Brother Li."

The others said this and prepared to look for the jar, but just as they were about to start, a bloodlight whisked by, accompanied by a howling sound shooting towards them.

"Everyone, take cover!" Li Huowang, his body tense, instinctively flung himself backward.

A red light skimmed past his chest, slicing the two dead children into halves with ease.

Li Huowang broke out in a cold sweat, realizing that if it weren't for the drowned Taoist Boys shielding him, he would have likely been cut in half as well.

"Find cover! There are still survivors in the fort!"

Li Huowang, holding a bell in one hand and a sword in the other, cautiously stuck his head out from behind a jar, only to notice some white pieces scattered on the ground, stained with blood.

"What was that thing that attacked us just now?" The answer to this question came promptly as deep footsteps sounded, with a figure slowly emerging from the shadows.

A Fluorescent Stone was thrown at his feet by Xiao Man, illuminating his face. They recognized the man; he was the previous boat captain.

"This guy actually survived!?" This thought surfaced in everyone's minds, including Li Huowang's.

Yuan Er, his mouth dripping blood, was holding a glowing, strange bamboo scroll in his right hand, and a black iron pair of pliers in the other.

Seeing his bloody mouth, Li Huowang immediately realized what those white things were.

"Come out! Come on out, you little Taoist brat! So you have your helpless moments too, huh!!"

Yuan Er, his eyes bloodshot, stuck the pliers into his mouth and, gripping a tooth, pulled hard.

As he whispered something into the red bamboo scroll with his bleeding mouth, the tooth was swiftly enveloped in a blood-red hue and, like a shooting star, plunged into a nearby bungalow.

The screams of Xiao Man coming from inside tightened Li Huowang's heart.

"Ding ding ding!!" The bell rang out sharply, as two elderly wanderers glided along the ground, flying toward Yuan Er.

"Ptooey!" Yuan Er spat a mouthful of blood fiercely onto the ground, then once again raised the pliers. This time, he didn't aim for a tooth but for his remaining eye.

With a "pop," as the eyeball was squeezed and burst, an eerie glow enveloped the surroundings, sticking the two elderly wanderers to the ground, immobile.

"Die!! All of you, die together!!"

After bellowing loudly, Yuan Er pulled out a small knife from his waist and stabbed it into his own throat.

Even as his body quivered in pain, he continued to scrape fiercely at his own flesh.

The bell rang again, and dozens of elderly wanderers converged from all directions, lunging toward Yuan Er at high speed.

Just as Yuan Er placed the materials in his hand onto the bamboo scroll, all the elderly wanderers vanished instantly.

And, as the bamboo scroll began to turn with Yuan Er's flesh and blood on it, the inanimate object suddenly came to life.

Borrowing Yuan Er's tongue and vocal cords, the bamboo scroll began to speak.

The moment that bizarre, duck-like voice emerged, the world changed in an instant.

"One Tongue Turns the Wheel! One Lash Encompasses a Myriad! The Wonderful Realm touches the extremes, beyond words to convey! Gods whimsical, substances unfixed, shall not the spirits carve it! My master supreme! Who dares startle him!?"