Chapter 35 (2/2)

In the next instant, they attacked like a venomous snake and slammed Tang Luo’s back.

Tang Luo turned his head slightly and glanced at a certain direction. It seemed he had confirmed the tentacles’ position.

Without showing any intention of evading, Tang Luo continued stomping. At the same time, he turned his body slightly and waved his horizontally backward!

The three pillar-thick deal-soul-formed tentacles burst open in the instant they came into contact with Tang Luo’s arm!

Tang Luo did not forget to stomp the Ripper’s head with his right foot, either.

Chu Chongtian could see ripples spread from the place where the two collided—they were visible to the naked eye.

After that, a gust of roaring wind swept the place.

Chu Chongtian’s originally stiff body could move again. His legs felt soft, and Chu Chongtian fell, sitting on the ground. His hands supported his body from the back, stopping himself from falling down entirely.

Then he saw Jack the Ripper’s huge body—numerous black cracks appeared at breakneck speed from the top of his head. And like an avalanche, his body collapsed from top to bottom rapidly.

However, this kind of avalanche would devour everything on the way with a wave of snowflakes.

After Jack the Ripper collapsed, there was nothing left of him. He had turned into nothingness.

Suddenly, a dull sound reverberated throughout the crypt. It came from the intact part of the roof—the Ripper had been holding and had no time to place on the ground—that landed on the ground.

“Is this what the so-called saving a wicked soul means?”

Chu Zhongtian didn’t know why he suddenly had this thought.

“Dead?”

Zhou Zhenguo’s voice came from the other side. He sounded astonished, as everything happened too fast.

While they had been trying to open the impassable iron gate, the seemingly weak and heavily injured Tang Luo had appeared to inform them that this was the world of the dead. The coffins engraved with their names being the proof.

Before they had time to figure out their situation, a gigantic monster had grabbed up the roof.

At that time, Zhou Zhenguo had been in total despair.

Then, the situation took a sharp turn, and just as Zhou Zhenguo’s despair was about to take root, Master Xuanzang killed the gigantic Jack the Ripper.

It was not the battle of life and death Zhou Zhenguo had pictured in his mind nor a back-and-forth fight. Instead, it was an instakill with overwhelming power and dominance.

‘Wasn’t he very weak just now? I thought monks are not supposed to lie!’

“Dead.” Chu Chongtian said, “It should be all over, right?”

“Probably.” Zhou Zhenguo looked toward the words on the stone wall and said, “Oh yeah, this crypt…”

Zhou Zhenguo, Chu Chongtian, Li Liang, Bi Wanhui, Cheng Jing (Cheng Cheng), Zhou Yuze (Little Zhou), and…

“Eh?”

This was the place where Master Xuanzang’s real name was supposed to appear, but a piece was missing from those engraved words!

Probably, a few pieces of gravel had struck the wall and smashed a part of it. The small piece with Tang Luo’s name on it had already broken into pieces. His complete name and time of birth couldn’t be distinguished.

Only the character Tang was visible.

“Tang… Xuanzang?” Zhou Zhenguo froze in place.

Tripiṭaka, Tang Xuanzang, Tang Sanzang, such names were definitely familiar to native Chinese people.

Zhou Zhenguo knew that Xuanzang was a Dharma name, and Sanzang was actually a general term for Buddhist classics.

Monks who were well-versed in Buddhist classics would be respectfully called Venerable Sanzang.

And the character Tang was as in the country Tang1.

The so-called Tang Seng, Tang Xuanzang, and Tang Sanzang were actually a form of self-introduction.

It was like saying:

“A monk from the country Tang.”

“A monk with the Dharma name Xuanzang who came from the country Tang.”

“A monk from the country Tang who was well-versed with the Sanzang Classics.”

‘This Master Xuanzang probably just happens to have the surname Tang. That’s why there’s such a strange coincidence.

‘By the way, he can’t be calling himself Master Xuanzang because his surname is Tang, right?

‘This monk is so funny.

‘Tang Xuanzang, such a code name is pretty interesting.’

“What Tang Xuanzang?” asked Chu Chongtian.

“Nothing,” replied Zhou Zhenguo.

There was no point to discuss deliberately such things.

As they were conversing, a figure appeared at the door. Tang Luo had already walked back. He smiled in a Buddha-like way, looking not the least bit injured.

The power of virtuous merits he gained from killing the fallen evil being, Jack the Ripper, was used to heal his injuries. Tang Luo increased the maximum level of strength that he could use without affecting his injuries from 6% to 8%.

Naturally, Tang Luo would smile in a Buddha-like way.

Unfortunately, the recovery of his injuries wasn’t consistent.

In the beginning, the consumption would not be too great, but with gradual recovery, the power of virtuous merits required would be greatly increased.

After recovering to a certain level, it would start decreasing again. It was somewhat like a relatively smooth parabola.

“Master…”

Zhou Zhenguo and Chu Chongtian approached him.

“Open the coffin, let’s go back,” replied Tang Luo.