Dragon Tamer-Chapter 908 - 912 Bolt-deity Formation
Chapter 908: Chapter 912 Bolt-deity Formation
Chapter 908 -912 Bolt-deity Formation
Ge Cheng lay there, his eyes painfully fixated on Zhu Minglang.
The deity was right in front of him.
Seeking forgiveness, yearning for redemption…
Unfortunately, Zhu Minglang was not that kind of deity who would save all sentient beings.
Often, he could watch indifferently.
“I said, I won’t interfere with your choices,” Zhu Minglang said.
“I… I want… I want to live. Next life is next life… This life, I’ve suffered enough, I’m forty, I want to live,” Ge Cheng said.
“As you wish,” Zhu Minglang said.
“Hey, hey, hey, what kind of deity are you? If he survives, others must die. You should counsel him, make him realize that redeeming himself will give him a better next life. Talk to him about his next life!” At this point, the Ancient Yao became anxious.
“People said it already, next life is next life, he wants to live this life…” Zhu Minglang said.
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“So you’re going to watch them die helplessly, those innocent villagers, those hardworking and kind people should die?”
“Evil spirits, you’re somewhat funny. You’re the one who killed them, not me. You carry this sin. When I come out, I’ll kill you, and it will still be a merit-worthy act, like avenging those dead souls,” Zhu Minglang said.
“Heh, I don’t believe you’d just watch those innocent people die. You have an aura of auspiciousness, clearly a semi-good cultivator, you wouldn’t do such a thing!” The Ancient Yao sneered.
Zhu Minglang simply sat down beside a chair and quietly waited for the array that trapped him to disappear.
The Ancient Yao indeed had some skills, using a humble thatched cottage as the enclosure of the Trapped Temple. Zhu Minglang didn’t contribute much to Qimen Dunjia and didn’t know how to break the array… Most importantly, he couldn’t even summon his dragon, as the Spirit Realm had been sealed by this Ancient Yao.
This was the first time Zhu Minglang learned that there existed a spell capable of sealing the Dragon Shepherd Spiritual Domain.
How did this Ancient Yao figure out that he was a Dragon Shepherd?
Zhu Minglang quietly pondered this question while the Ancient Yao outside grew more anxious.
“Humph, let all those outside villagers die, you incapable deity!” The Ancient Yao said.
Time ticked by, and Zhu Minglang saw Ge Cheng becoming increasingly agonized beside him.
Apparently, Ge Cheng was also undergoing dual torment.
On one hand, he wanted to be liberated; on the other, he was not willing to just die like this.
He occasionally glanced at Zhu Minglang, realizing that Zhu Minglang indeed had no intention of forcing him.
He endured the feeling of thirst, not drinking a single drop of water.
In the corner of the room, there was a vat of water.
That vat of water could claim his life, and he was genuinely worried that Zhu Minglang might force open his mouth and pour that water down his throat.
“Congratulations, you let those innocent villagers die, congratulations, you made over a hundred households lose their men, their children lose their fathers, tsk tsk, just because of your selfishness and indifference!” The Ancient Yao made a distasteful noise.
“How about I make a proposal,” Zhu Minglang spoke up at this juncture.
“What?”
“You release everyone here, and I’ll spare you?” Zhu Minglang said.
“Hahaha, you really are amusing. You still want to save these people, why pretend you don’t care at all? You want to save them, then persuade this Ge Cheng to die!” The Ancient Yao said.
“Saving a life is better than constructing a seven-story pagoda, but harming a life, one must sit through the bottom of the eighteen levels of hell. Fairy, think about it, with your current cultivation base, harming people isn’t beneficial to you anymore, it pointlessly adds to our divine wrath as deities. Look, if the people outside live, I will be in a good mood, but if they die, I will be angry, and my anger will be vented on you. As a benevolent cultivator, having a clear conscience, I will certainly have to kill you. You’ve barely reemerged in the world, why trouble yourself with a deity like me and not enjoy your free days in the mountains and rivers? Listen to this deity’s advice, turn back while you still can. Now is the time to lay down your butcher knife, it’s your chance for redemption, and you must seize it well,” Zhu Minglang began his divine counseling.
The Ancient Yao, outside the door, almost felt like smashing the door in frustration.
Why won’t you play by the rules!
You’re supposed to counsel that Ge Cheng, why counsel me!
I have been a spirit for many years, do I need a young boy to counsel me, to teach me how to be an evil spirit!
“Shut up! If you keep stalling with me like this, the bodies of those villagers will have all rotted!” The Ancient Yao shouted angrily.
“I treat many people and many deities the same way. I never persuade people to be good, nor have I thought of transforming a fairy. I even tell godly beasts and evildoers, you can continue to commit evil, continue to trample on those poor innocent lives, but just remember to look up to the heavens, and when you pray to Old Heavenly Father for one thing, pray not to encounter me. How you treat others is how I will treat you… My way lies therein; so, don’t expect me to truly jump with urgency for the lives of those people outside, or to compromise with you. Now, you only need to think of one thing, how to escape my butcher knife!” Zhu Minglang said to the Ancient Yao.
“You think you can bluff me like this!” The Ancient Yao laughed loudly.
“Actually, from my understanding, when the Ancient Yao traps a deity, they should seize the opportunity to wreak havoc. You are strange, preferring to debate with me here,” Zhu Minglang said.
This statement seemed to accidentally step on the Ancient Yao’s tail, causing him to almost jump up outside the door.
“Right, you reminded me, I’m going to cause havoc right now. Each of these dead people, you had a hand in this too!” The Ancient Yao said.
“Go ahead, I will base your sentence on the number of people you kill. Your soul can be locked in my Yama Dragon’s cycle of atonement, to be fried in the oil pot of hell until crispy,” Zhu Minglang said with a smile.
…
The surroundings became silent.
Ge Cheng made painful groans inside the house.
But he had listened to the entire conversation between the two Superior Immortals.
Honestly, he could no longer tell who was the immortal and who was the demon, feeling that the person in the house seemed more demonic, while the demon outside seemed more celestial.
“Demon… has it left, really gone on a killing spree?” Ge Cheng cautiously asked.
“Probably.”
“Is it still possible for me to choose now, I… I don’t want to carry such a sin if the entire city suffers because of my cowardice…” Ge Cheng hurriedly said.
“Oh, your self-redemption, turns out it’s quantifiable, huh? You wouldn’t risk your life for the hundred or so farmers living around, but you would for an entire city,” Zhu Minglang said.
“I just… I’ve just thought it through a bit more,” Ge Cheng explained.
“Up to you, after all, if it’s a demon’s word, believe it if you want to,” Zhu Minglang said.
Ge Cheng was stunned.
It meant, according to the immortal, the demon was just deceiving them.
Even if he ended his own life, could he actually not save the people outside?
“Superior Immortal, what should I do, what should I do, please guide me!” Ge Cheng pleaded.
“Endure it, survive, then go to the magistrate and confess your crimes. If the magistrate says it was something from twenty years ago and they can’t investigate, and they set you free, then you’re free. It’s not just about feeling redeemed, understand?” Zhu Minglang explained.
“But the people outside will die because of me,” Ge Cheng struggled internally as well.
“They have nothing to do with you, the one who kills is the demon, the one who harms is also the demon. Moreover, it can’t go on a killing spree; it has been crouching outside the door, listening to what’s happening inside,” Zhu Minglang said.
“Damn it!! How do you know!!” Suddenly, an angry shout from the Ancient Yao came from outside.
“Fairy, this Trapped Temple sorcery, you need to watch the door personally. It’s getting late, have you decided if you’re going to put down the butcher’s knife or must I hunt you to the ends of the earth?” Zhu Minglang inquired.
“Don’t make me choose, it’s you who must decide, it’s you!!” The Ancient Yao burst out in irritation.
“So, the person making the choice, it’s critical, is it?” Zhu Minglang raised an eyebrow.
Demons have many tricks.
Or one could say they are rules by which they delude people.
These rules produce certain effects on their sorcery, like some demons, after they entangle you, will ask you, “Dare you turn your head?”
Most of the time, people are scared, daring not to turn back and see, God knows what terrifying scene they might witness.
Thus, people remain oppressed by such fear, forgetting to think, unable to see through the carefully laid traps, falling little by little into their circles.
The behavior of the Ancient Yao was indeed very strange.
It was like someone seeking a debate on the path of enlightenment, insisting on proving right or wrong.
It desperately wanted Zhu Minglang or Ge Cheng to make a choice, as if thus it would achieve a victory.
Break the moral spirit?
Was the Ancient Yao trying to shatter the moral spirit of a deity?
Because once caught in its choice trap, no matter what you choose, any option goes against the nature of life, interferes with the right to live.
Suddenly, the door shook slightly.
A gust of cold, damp wind battered against the wooden door, the chilling air reached Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang immediately scanned the Bolt-deity Formation with his Divine Sense and discovered that the formation wasn’t as solid as before!
Moreover, Zhu Minglang had just noticed something critical, seemingly very crucial for keeping this formation trapped.
“Ge Cheng, your cottage, is there a lock outside the door?” Zhu Minglang asked.
“It broke several months ago, I’m too poor to fix it, felt like locking was useless, so I didn’t bother. There’s only a bolt on the inside, I only bolt it when I sleep inside, to prevent anything from coming in,” Ge Cheng replied.
“I see,” Zhu Minglang nodded.
“You understand crap, what do you understand, the people outside are already living worse than death, I heard their wails, saw them desperately drinking muddy water from the fields, they are going to die!” the Ancient Yao cursed.
“No matter what choice I make, it’s like bolting myself inside the room, always struggling over who to save, trapping myself in my own moral condemnations. Your Bolt-deity Formation, based on this principle, to trap this deity, I myself have to bolt the door, then you can rest easy and leave, otherwise, you would have to stay deadlocked by the door, not letting me push it open,” Zhu Minglang realized.
