PDLP Chapter 129 Voodoo Cult, Blood Rakshasa
Chapter 129 Voodoo Cult, Blood Rakshasa
Noon, Wanfu Temple.
Master Qingxu sat cross-legged in the quiet room, closing his eyes to regulate his breathing, but his mind kept replaying the scenes he had seen in the polluted area.
Soul-Devouring and Demon-Nourishing Array, Soul-Controlling Stone, and corrupted beasts being guided...
All of this is no accident.
"Master Qingxu."
Just then, a fisherman fishing for turtles in the South China Sea pushed open the door and entered, his expression even more solemn than when he left the polluted area.
"What did you find out?" Master Qingxu quickly stood up and asked.
"The crafting technique of this stone comes from the Voodoo Cult." The turtle fisherman from the South China Sea placed the Soul Control Stone on the table.
"Voodoo Cult..."
Master Qingxu's eyes turned cold. "What is the Voodoo Cult trying to do? One Soul-Controlling Stone requires at least ten lives. Aren't they afraid of divine retribution?!"
The turtle fisherman in the South China Sea sneered, "I'm afraid what they're pursuing has made them disregard divine retribution."
"What do you mean?"
"That Voodoo Cult leader probably doesn't have much time left."
These words enlightened Master Qingxu.
He paused for a moment and slowly said, "I have heard that the leader of the Voodoo Cult, Sagu, is a veteran master who has been famous in Southeast Asia for many years. His strength is comparable to that of the peak Refinement God in my Great Xia, and he is already... almost 130 years old."
"That's right." The turtle fisherman from the South China Sea nodded.
The Dharma-ending Age has only ended for a little over twenty years now. Even for those at the peak of the Refining Spirit stage who are skilled in the art of nourishing life, their lifespan is limited to around 150 years.
Voodoo has nothing to do with health preservation. Nasagu is recognized as the master of Southeast Asian voodoo, and it was rumored in his early years that he was nearing his end.
"He's too old," the turtle fisherman from the South China Sea scoffed. "He'd probably do anything to survive."
Master Qingxu's pupils contracted.
"you mean……"
"The so-called failure of the Voodoo ritual is probably just a smokescreen."
The turtle fisherman in the South China Sea said in a low voice, "They are likely using blood sacrifices to raise evil spirits, feeding them with the flesh, blood, and souls of a large number of living beings to make them grow rapidly."
"If I could break through this realm by harnessing the feedback power of the evil spirits within the contract..."
"Nasagu can live for at least another twenty years."
Master Qingxu gasped.
What a ruthless calculation!
To sacrifice the lives of countless others to extend one's own life?!
"This is just speculation at the moment; we need evidence."
Master Qingxu composed himself and looked at the turtle fisherman from the South China Sea. "Fellow Daoist has been operating overseas for many years; surely... you have some connections?"
The turtle fishermen in the South China Sea laughed.
His smile carried three parts coldness and seven parts murderous intent.
Give me a day.
……
A day passes in the blink of an eye.
During this period, Master Qingxu stayed at Wanfu Temple and sent people to continue monitoring the contaminated area.
The speed at which the eerie fog spread has clearly accelerated.
The local government organized another attempt, sending out an even more elite team and even deploying heavy weapons.
But the result is the same.
There was no way to stop the spread of the eerie mist, and none of those who went in came out.
Panic spread like wildfire throughout Southeast Asia.
That evening.
An uninvited guest appeared in the woodshed in the backyard of Wanfu Temple.
It was an old man in a black robe with dark skin, bound hand and foot and thrown next to a pile of firewood, his mouth stuffed with rags, his eyes filled with terror.
A fisherman fishing for turtles in the South China Sea stood in front of him, holding a damp cloth and slowly wiping his hands.
Master Qingxu and Master Qingxuan pushed open the door and entered, and were stunned for a moment when they saw this scene.
"This is……"
"The Third Elder of the Voodoo Cult," said the turtle fisherman from the South China Sea indifferently.
He kicked the old man.
"Please ask whatever you wish, Taoist priest."
"If he doesn't say..."
The turtle fisherman in the South China Sea smiled but didn't continue.
But that smile made the old man in black robes tremble.
Master Qingxu stepped forward and pulled the rag out of the old man's mouth.
"What exactly are you doing?"
The old man trembled, not daring to speak.
The turtle fisherman in the South China Sea sighed, took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket, and uncorked it.
An indescribable, sweet and fishy smell wafted through the air.
The old man's face turned ashen as a sheet the moment he smelled the odor!
"I'll talk! I'll talk!"
He screamed, his voice hoarse.
"The leader... the leader's time is almost up, so... so he came up with this plan..."
"What method?" Master Qingxu pressed.
"The Great Blood Sacrifice Array of Ten Thousand Spirits..." the old man said in a trembling voice, "Using the flesh, blood, and souls of living beings to feed the Blood Rakshasa that the sect leader has contracted..."
"Once Blood Rakshasa breaks through to the Divine Realm, the Sect Leader can use the feedback power to break through to S-rank... or even step into the Divine Realm and gain a longer lifespan..."
Master Qingxu and the turtle fisherman from the South China Sea exchanged a glance.
really!
Just as they guessed!
"Where is the altar?"
"In...in the deepest part of the contaminated zone, at the altar of bones..."
After asking the question, Master Qingxu's face was so gloomy it looked like it could be wrung out of water.
The turtle fisherman from the South China Sea stuffed the rag back into the old man's mouth and gave Qingxu and Qingxuan a wink.
The three of them walked out of the woodshed.
"Master Qingxu, what should we do now?" asked the turtle fisherman from the South China Sea.
Master Qingxu remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "We must stop them."
"Once the Blood Rakshasa breaks through to the Divine Realm, this place will be the first to suffer, and then..."
He paused, then didn't continue.
But the turtle fishermen in the South China Sea understand.
A demon that breaks through by blood sacrifice is bound to be bloodthirsty and brutal.
At that time, the entire Southeast Asia will become its hunting ground!
"However, we may not be able to solve this with our current manpower."
The turtle fisherman in the South China Sea frowned. "Voodoo is deeply rooted in Southeast Asia. Nasagu is a long-established A-level, with several A-level elders and numerous followers under his command."
The turtle fisherman in the South China Sea frowned. "Voodoo is deeply rooted in Southeast Asia. Nasagu is a long-established A-level, with several A-level elders and numerous followers under his command."
"And then there's the Blood Rakshasa, who's currently breaking through..."
"Forcing our way in is not a wise move."
Master Qingxu was well aware of this.
He subconsciously touched his chest.
There was a safety charm kept close to his body.
"This humble Taoist possesses a peace talisman bestowed upon me by Master Li," Master Qingxu said slowly. "If..."
Before he could finish speaking, a disciple's voice came from outside the courtyard to report.
"Master! The Voodoo Cult has sent people!"
The three Daoist priests were taken aback upon hearing this.
People from the Voodoo Cult? What are they doing here at this time?
"Take him to the reception hall."
soon.
A middle-aged man dressed in a black robe with a sinister face was led into the reception room.
His gaze swept over everyone in the hall, lingering for a moment on Master Qingxu, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.
"I have come on the orders of the Master to pay my respects to the Daoist masters of Great Xia." The black-robed envoy bowed slightly. "Recently, the rainforest has undergone strange changes, causing great suffering to its inhabitants. The Master is deeply saddened by this."
He paused, then continued, "To prevent the disaster from escalating, the leader wishes to cooperate with all the Taoist priests to strengthen the seal and restore peace to the South Seas."
Cooperation? Strengthening the seal?
Master Qingxu sneered inwardly.
This is because they are afraid that these "variables" will cause trouble, so they want to use the guise of cooperation to hold them back and buy time for the evil spirits to advance.
That's a clever plan!
However, Master Qingxu remained outwardly calm.
He looked at the turtle fishermen in the South China Sea, exchanging glances.
The two instantly reached a tacit understanding.
Let's play along!
"This matter is of great importance," Master Qingxu said slowly. "The specifics of how to cooperate still need to be discussed in detail."
Upon hearing this, the black-robed envoy's eyes flashed with joy.
"The Taoist priest is truly wise and understanding! I will report back to the sect leader immediately!"
After the messenger left in a hurry, the hall returned to silence.
"Senior brother, do you really want to cooperate?" Master Qingxuan asked, somewhat puzzled.
"It's all just pretense." Master Qingxu waved his hand, then looked at the turtle fisherman from the South China Sea, "Fellow Daoist from the South China Sea, do you have a plan for what to do next?"
The turtle fisherman from the South China Sea walked to the table and spread out a simple rainforest map.
"The Voodoo Cult wants to hold us back, so we'll do the opposite."
He drew a line on the map with his finger.
"Some people stayed here to deal with and confuse the Voodoo cult members."
"The other group, led by you and me, will strike at the heart of the enemy, infiltrate the rainforest, and destroy the altar!"
He pointed heavily at a mark deep in the rainforest.
"As long as the altar is destroyed and the blood sacrifice is interrupted, the evil spirit will not only be unable to advance, but will also suffer a backlash, and Sagu's conspiracy will fall apart on its own."
"But the altar is now a stronghold of the Voodoo Cult. Is it too risky to infiltrate with only a few people?" Master Qingxuan asked worriedly.
Upon hearing this, Master Qingxu reached into his robes and gently stroked the peace talisman he kept close to his body.
The talisman paper was warm and smooth, as if it carried a kind of reassuring power.
He recalled the reluctance of his nephew Mingxin when he handed over the talisman before his departure, and he thought of the unfathomable Taoist priest Li.
It is certain in my heart.
Master Qingxu raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, his tone firm:
"Even if it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, this humble Taoist priest will still venture in."