Chapter 153 – The Sheng Monkey and the Keeping of Secrets

Chapter 153 – The Sheng Monkey and the Keeping of Secrets

The severed hand, with its deep red skin, lay peacefully on the bed, its epidermis protruding from a deep green vein.

Xu Qi’an’s current feeling was like he had just finished watching the old corpses in the mountain village in the living room, and while being scared, he returned to his bedroom to sleep, opened the door, and found Chu Renmei standing right next to his bed, staring at him with his senile white pupils.

Fear exploded in his heart, and every nerve urged him to run away, run away!

At this moment, Xu Qi’an saw the index finger of the severed hand, move slightly, duh . The index finger tapped the bed.

In the next moment, the air seemed to turn viscous, and Xu Qi’an felt like an old cow that had fallen into a muddy puddle, struggling to take a single step with his empty, cloudless body.

The five fingers of the severed hand moved, and then, using its fingers instead of its feet, it climbed down from the bed and crawled along the ground towards Xu Qi’an.

The scene was too frightening, like witnessing a scene from a horror movie, Xu Qi’an couldn’t move a muscle and rolled his eyes, despairing as he watched it crawl to his feet, down his pants and all the way up .

It wants to parasitize me, just like it parasitized Monk Heng Hui Why? Why does it want to target me? I’m just a mediocre gong. As Xu Qi’an’s terrified thoughts flickered, the severed hand crawled up to his chest, still upwards, and then, the thumb and forefinger pried open Xu Qi’an’s small mouth.

Xu Qi’an was unable to resist, his eyes instantly widening with a fearful expression.

Immediately afterward, his mouth was stretched open as the severed hand intruded roughly, fingers and palm pushing inch by inch deeper into his throat.

The corners of Xu Qi’an’s mouth were cracked open and dripping with blood, how could a human’s mouth fit into a hand? Not to mention the throat, but the broken hand seemed to be doing just that.

Soon, the severed hand entered the throat, only to see Xu Qi’an’s throat bulging and propping open a little, clearly imprinting the lines of the fingers.

The process was quick, as the severed hand pressed on without any consideration for Xu Qi’an’s ability to withstand it, passing through the mouth and through the throat in a rough and simple manner like an alien.

The moment the severed hand entered his body, Xu Qi’an wailed in pain, his consciousness seemed to explode into countless fragments, and in a haze, not knowing how much time had passed, he saw a temple, where there was no Buddha Dharma statue enshrined, and a young monk was seated on a futon.

Xu Qi’an tried his best to get a good look at him, but the monk’s face seemed to be shrouded in mist, so he couldn’t make it out.

Why did I come here? Did I die? And then entered the Western Bliss? No way, for a guy like me who doesn’t honor the Buddha, the Buddha would just pinch my head with a door and kick me out of Elysium . Xu Qi An thought mockingly to himself as he heard the gentle voice of the young monk in his ears:

“The young monk would like to borrow the body of the monk to warm up his broken arm, so I hope that the monk will be accommodating.”

He was the demonic severed hand? Xu Qi’an was stunned and tried, “I’m going to have to refrain from being accommodating?”

The young monk sat quietly on his plate, ignoring him.

Xu Qi’an said in a deep voice, “Who are you, and why are you sealed in Sang Po?”

“The young monk’s Dharma name is Shenshu.” The young monk said this and paused, his tone somewhat hesitant:

“Why am I in Sampo . Can’t remember why I was sealed there where I came from?”

“I am Shinshu, but why am I in Sampo? Where do I come from?”

He was calm at first, but gradually, as he asked himself one sentence at a time, he began to lose control of his emotions, and his calm and serene aura disappeared, as the entire space appeared to vibrate, and an indescribably terrifying aura overflowed from the monk’s body.

It was a hell-like aura that gave Xu Qi’an the creeps and made his heart beat violently.

This familiar aura . It was at this moment that Xu Qi’an confirmed that the young monk was indeed the broken hand.

“The young monk is fascinated,” the young monk said in a gentle tone as he regained his composure and his wariness-inducing aura tightened:

“My Yuan Shen is crippled, so I can’t remember the past. I only know my dharma name, but I can’t remember where I’ve been since or what has happened before.”

Speaking of this, the young monk’s tone was one of helplessness and pain, as if he was trying his hardest to find out what had happened in the past, but could do nothing about it.

A broken genjutsu? Is it because there’s only one broken arm? Well, the body is mutilated, so the spirit is mutilated, it makes sense. Monk, you’re a bit miserable. Xu Qi An tried:

“Master, I may know a bit of information, I don’t know if it will be of any use to you.”

The young monk’s aura faltered slightly at once, and within the mist, those eyes seemed to be burning into Xu Qi’an.

“The formation in which you were sealed was jointly accomplished by the Imperial Family of the Great Bong, the Heavenly Superintendent, and the Buddhist Sect of the West, and since you are a member of the Buddhist Sect, I am afraid that, you are from the Western Region.” Xu Qi’an said.

As he spoke, he himself began to associate: the owner of the broken hand is a monk, and the three forces that sealed him are the royal family of the Dafeng, the Buddhist sect of the Western Region, and the Heavenly Superintendent According to the information feedback received in the Qinglong Temple, the Buddhist sect obviously attaches more importance to the seal underneath the Sangpo . Wait!

Xu Qi’an’s eyes brightened violently as he recalled a few details from the Sangpo case: on the third day after the Yongzhen Shanhe Temple blew up, Wei Yuan told him that Emperor Yuan Jing had opened the city ban.

The day after the Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple blew up, that awful old man, the Supervisor, pretended to be sick and stood by the whole time.

Abbot Pan Shu of the Green Dragon Temple, after confirming from him that the Broken Hand had come out of the world, immediately traveled west.

From these details, it can be surmised that the Buddhist Sect was the dominant one in the sealing of Sangpo. The young monk who was sealed, in all likelihood, came from the Buddhist Sect of the Western Region.

No wonder, no wonder Yuan Jingdi want to open the city ban. No wonder the supervisor is about to pretend to be sick This is clearly more trouble than it is worth, anyway, it is not the trouble of the family.

Xu Qi’an comprehended the thoughts of the Supervisor and Emperor Yuan Jing with hindsight, and in a whirlwind, he remembered a detail: Wei Yuan had once repeatedly emphasized that he should leave the seals alone, and only be responsible for investigating the two-fifths within the imperial court.

Nine times out of ten, Wei Yuan was also aware of the identity of the broken hand, or at least knew that it originated from the Buddhist Sect.

No wonder the capital’s senior management is not interested in the sealing object, the energy is all in the aspect of pulling out the second five boys. One by one, they are all old silver coins.

Fortunately, I was smart and resourceful, and through the small flag officer extermination case and the details of Zhou Baifu’s shielded lookout technique, I was able to trace the case back to the Qinglong Temple and unraveled the mystery layer by layer.

At this moment, the young monk sighed softly, “The poor monk would like to ask for one thing from the mister.”    ”Grandmaster, I’m only a martial artist of the Qi Practicing Realm.” Xu Qi’an wanted to politely decline, Wei Yuan had said that the level of the sealing object was at least second grade, if not first grade.

At this level of struggle, a little creep like him really didn’t have the stomach to get involved. Moreover, Xu Qi’an hadn’t forgotten Daoist Master Jinlian’s original purpose for establishing the Heaven and Earth Society: to dislike the Earth Sect’s second-ranking Daoist head.

The difficulty is only less than letting me ascend to the throne as emperor, and if your matter involves the grudges of the Buddhist sect again, I might as well usurp the throne and ascend to the throne myself . Xu Qi An Xin said.

The young monk ignored him and said to himself, “Help the poor monk trace the past and retrieve his memories .”

“During this process, the poor monk will give the maker a certain amount of assistance.”

Giving a certain amount of assistance? Xu Qi’an thought of the four Golden Gongs wrapped in gauze, and his heart stirred. If they were accompanied by a seal, it would be equivalent to having an additional bottom card.

He could settle down better in this world where royalty and divine power reigned supreme, or at least not have to worry about being copied and exterminated, and whoever dared to touch a single hair on his family’s head would have his brains beaten out.

Moreover, when Zhou Chixiong was caught, he would surely get a promotion and a raise, and his own power would be enhanced.

However, there are two things that need to be cleared up before agreeing to the monks.

“Master, do you need to devour qi and blood from time to time?” Xu Qi’an tried his best to use calm wording.

“As long as it is within you, there is no need for external qi and blood replenishment. Of course, if you want to use my power, you’ll need essence and blood to warm it up afterwards, preferably from a cultivator.”

That is, normally just stay in my body and nothing will happen, but if I want you to work, I have to feed you Xu Qi’an nodded, this equivocation attached to his philosophy.

“Why, choose me?” Xu Qi’an said.

“Someone brought me to you.” The young monk said, “Because we are one of a kind.”

Xu Qi’an hurriedly pursued, “What is a class of people, Master, please enlighten the younger generation.”

The young monk said, “I instinctively feel so, and can’t remember more.”

I can’t remember . The corner of Xu Qi’an’s mouth twitched as he asked again, “Who brought senior here?”

The young monk materialized an image of a figure dressed in black with a hooded head, solemnly opening a pouch and taking the severed hand into it.

Judging by the figure, full breasts and rounded buttocks, it was obviously a woman.

The pouch was embroidered with a white animal, shaped like a fox, spirited and beautiful, with a screen-like white tail unfurling behind it.

Fox, screen-like Foxtail . Nine-tailed Fox? Well, according to the statement of the gray fox in the Ministry of Education, it was the remnants of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom who were involved in the Sampo case. The fallen queen of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom is the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox. Hiss, the people of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom have brought the severed hand to me.

Why?

They’ve noticed me. Xu Qi’an became deeply worried.

Xu Qi’an opened her eyes and realized that she was lying on the cold ground, the pale moonlight providing a faint shimmer to the silent room.

He came to the table, lit the oil lamp, and carried it to the bronze mirror, which reflected his masculine face, with dried blood remaining at the corners of his mouth, which he gently wiped away to find no wound remaining.

The wounds inflicted by the monk Shinshu’s unreasonable shin monkey have disappeared.

The hourglass showed that the time was a quarter to one, or nine fifteen in the evening.

Xu Qi’an sat by the bronze mirror, scattering his thoughts and deliberating on what he should do next.

The question near at hand was, what should he do with the broken hand, and should he report the matter to the Duke of Wei?

“It’s true that Wei Yuan appreciates me, but I’m not his own son after all, so there’s a limit to how much I can be appreciated again. And this matter involves the seal of Sang Po .

“If he can remove my severed hand for me, there is no problem. If he can’t, will he harbor me or seal me in Sangpo along with him?

“And I’m just a gong of the Qi Practicing Realm, it’s impossible for me not to eat or drink for 500 years and still not die.”

“Surely Supervisor Zheng can take out my severed hand for me, right? He is at least a First Grade Warlock, the problem is, I don’t know him well Xu Qi’an ah Xu Qi’an, you have fallen again, indulging in the warmth of Floating Fragrance’s crabapple and can’t help yourself. Have you forgotten that Chu Caiwei is waiting for you to raid. Early to become the son-in-law of the Divine Constabulary, the Supervisor is his own ah.

“The old man of the Supervisor knows my odd luck, and I cannot trust him unreservedly, for he is bound to be plotting something in secret .”

In addition, there is a distant problem:

The Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom had gone through a lot of trouble to release the seal, so it couldn’t be that they were doing it for him.

There must have been a purpose in bringing the broken hand to him in secret, one could tell that with one’s toes. And that purpose, was it good or bad for him?

Monk Shenshu said I could warm his arm and his genjutsu. Is that why the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom brought it to me?

Then one day in the future, will they come to retrieve the broken hand? At that time, whether I will end up dead or alive is anyone’s guess.

At that moment, he heard the gentle voice of Monk Shenshu ringing in his head:

“Guard the secret!”

Xu Qi’an’s face stagnated.