Chapter 267: My Dharma Name is Jiu Rou (2/2)

Little Demoness rushed forward and pinched Feng Feiyun’s sleeve with her slender hand while hiding behind his back. She mirrored his footprints like his little tail while gazing forward with her bright eyes.

“Meow, meow!” The white kitty was looking everywhere as well.

Feng Feiyun was absorbed in looking at the terrain’s momentum, so he allowed her to hold his sleeve.

Little Demoness’ eyes lit up below her long and curvy brows. She asked him with a sweet voice: “Big Bro, are you trying to release the power of the divine tablet again?”

“There’s no use putting it back…” Feng Feiyun suddenly stopped, so she slammed into him.

“Ouch!” She rubbed her white forehead.

The other two far behind Little Demoness stopped as well. They looked further up the path.

“Just what is that thing? Feng Feiyun, are you bringing us to our death?” Bi Ningshuai felt the urge to turn around and escape.

This was the end of the winding path. It was originally covered with lush vegetation and trees, but it was now a scene of blackness. There were at least a couple thousand crows hovering above them.

The crows were much darker than ordinary crows, seven or eight times larger. Their eyes were frighteningly green as they all gazed at the group at the same time.

“Ga, ga!” They screeched with a voice as hoarse as a corpse and looked as if they hadn’t tasted human flesh in a long time.

“Big Bro, when I was here before, I didn’t see them. They must have just flown here.” The kitty right behind Feng Feiyun opened its black eyes wide to secretly stare at these crows.

“Why do I feel that these are devil crows that have been gestated in the coffins for several hundred years and finally came out?” Wang Meng’s thighs turned weak as he leaned back on Bi Ningshuai, almost pushing him onto the ground.

“Devil crows eat corpses and maggots, they probably won’t try to eat us!” Bi Ningshuai stepped on Wang Meng’s foot. The big guy screamed from the pain and quickly backed off.

“Not necessarily. I once saw thirteen crows in an ancient ruin. They tore apart several Heaven’s Mandate cultivators.”

“Several Heaven’s Mandate cultivators were torn apart?” Bi Ningshuai was cramping from fear.

“They were eaten down to the bone! These devil crows are even three times bigger than the ones I saw back in those ruins. Maybe they’ll even mangle Giants and eat them.”

“Even Giants can become food?” Wang Meng leaned on Bi Ningshuai’s back again.

“That’s right, with your cultivation right now, it wouldn’t be enough to even feed one of them.”

“Then what do we do?” Bi Ningshuai and Wang Meng were frightened out of their minds and almost started hugging each other.

“A devil crow is a type of specter that belongs to the Yin World’s Three Evils. If you hand this monk the Blood-being Exalted Pot, maybe I will be able to suppress them.”

“All of this talking, wait a minute, who are you?” Bi Ningshuai suddenly realized something.

“Amitabha, my dharma title is Jiu Rou. I’m just passing through, but we monks are charitable so I want to save Benefactors from this trouble.” A big monk with a scary face had been standing behind them since who knows when. His left chest had an azure dragon tattoo while the right chest had a white tiger. He had beads on his neck, each of them as big as a fist. 1

The monk was topless and had a big red belt; he looked more like a meat butcher at the market. Instead of a big butcher knife, he had a Buddhist staff as thick as a rice bowl.

“Who is this guy?!” Wang Meng turned back and shouted before jumping back.

“Once again, my dharma title is Jiu Rou, I specialize in helping people in distress. Please hand the exalted pot over so that I can subdue this evil!” Monk Jiu Rou revealed his white teeth with a smile he believed to be respectable. However, the smile in his eyes was cunning and sinister. It made other people feel quite uneasy.

“My intuition is telling me that you specialize in robbery and evil deeds!” Bi Ningshuai clutched his exalted pot even tighter so that the monk couldn’t steal it.

“It’s you, bastard monk! Why are you here at the Feng Clan’s ancestral ground?” Feng Feiyun couldn’t stay calm after seeing Monk Jiu Rou and felt the urge to go give him a good kick.

This monk once kicked Feng Feiyun in front of the Evil Woman and it almost killed him. Feng Feiyun still hadn’t forgotten this grievance.

“Cough! I was just passing by before suddenly seeing this murderous aura in the sky with echoing howls. Thus, I calculated with my fingers and knew that you Benefactors were in mortal danger. I am here with my dharma to save everyone! Amitabha!” Monk Jiu Rou spoke with great integrity.

“Don’t utter that nonsense in front of me. I’m asking why are you here at my clan’s ancestral ground!” Feng Feiyun felt that there couldn’t be such a big coincidence. There was no way that this monk was simply passing by. Perhaps he had been here for several days and was trying to dig up some graves.

“Well… well… Amitabha! Young Benefactor Feng, this can only show that we are connected by fate!” With a serious demeanor, the monk placed his palms together and praised the dharma.

1. Jiu Rou means Meat and Wine, not exactly a good title for a monk.