Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 74 - 71 Outer Dharma Body

74: Chapter 71 Outer Dharma Body

74 -71 Outer Dharma Body

Yang Moxiang’s tragic state fell into the eyes of Dog King Liao Zhongsheng, and it seemed utterly magic.

Although the blindfolded storyteller did nothing, Yang Moxiang began to harm himself.

Liao Zhongsheng didn’t want to sit still and do nothing as Yang Moxiang was slicing his own hands with the Copper Coin, he tried to help, but his legs wouldn’t obey him, and he couldn’t move at all.

It was as if the bluestone ground beneath his feet was flowing sand, continuously sliding, and his feet firmly stuck to the ground, unable to shift even slightly.

“Enough now, it’s time to declare ‘Hu’.”

With a glance from Yuan Buyu towards Yang Moxiang, suddenly the cries of “Hu” erupted loudly!

“Hu!

Pure Suit with a Dragon!”

“Hu!

Big Four Winds!”

“Heavenly Hu, Seven Pairs!”

“Hu!”

In the double-story building, it seemed as if over a dozen men and women, old and young, had appeared from nowhere, their voices filled with the madness of gamblers winning money, slamming down cards like pounding dirt.

The sounds of declaring Hu and slamming tiles entered the ears one after another, like demonic tunes, piercing through Yang Moxiang’s eardrums and rampaging in his brain.

“Stop shouting, stop it!”

Yang Moxiang felt as if countless worms were rushing into his head, and the inflow seemed endless, so he could only cover his ears tightly with both hands, trying to block out the sounds of declaring Hu.

Yet, blood seeped from his ears through his fingers and stained his sleeves bright red.

In less than half a minute, his expression shifted from pain to confusion, and like a fool, he clapped his hands and yelled with “joy”,

“Hehe, I won too, I declared Hu too!

Oh, not yet, declare it!

Haha, declare Hu!” ƒгeewёbnovel.com

The master of one incense fortune telling, the storyteller’s natural enemy Tangkou, had now become a lunatic.

Yuan Buyu finished dealing with Yang Moxiang, then changed direction to sit, hands hanging down, with a folded fan and gavel slipping from his sleeves to his hands.

Seeing this, Liao Zhongsheng inwardly cursed his luck, it’s over, it’s over, the storyteller is showing the gavel, is he about to generate a groundless dream?

But what he didn’t know was that he was already in a dream at this moment.

And not just a single layer of dream!

Once Yuan Buyu, the fake blind man, entered the room, he created two layers of dreams through two soliloquies and two extremely subtle knocks of the gavel!

“There’s a sound of Mahjong, seems I’ve found the right place!”

This was the first layer of the dream set by Yuan Buyu, hence everyone in the house started hearing the sounds of Mahjong.

“A carpenter building cabinets, the thudding knocking sounds, are within this area, I, the blind man, am not mistaken.”

This was the second layer of the dream, now everyone also began hearing the sounds of cabinet construction.

Both layers of dreams aimed to create a sound similar to the “gavel,” to interfere with Yang Moxiang’s Money Divination Prediction.

Money Divination could predict when the gavel’s sound would occur, recognizing it would allow him to cut his hand in advance, using pain to prevent being pulled into the dream.

However, the sounds of Mahjong and carpentry were incessant, all calculated by the Money Divination.

Calculated changes in divination, with each change, Yang Moxiang would cut his hand, tormented dozens of times repeatedly, there’s no wondering why he went mad.

“Dog King, the fortune-telling dog has gone mad, now it’s your turn.”

Yuan Buyu smiled and gently shook his folded fan.

Liao Zhongsheng sensed the quicksand under his feet seemed to disappear, his legs could move again, and the thought to flee surged once more.

But lacking the confidence to just run away wildly, he thought to use others as a shield to escape amidst chaos, grabbed the chopsticks on the table with one hand, and pushed the kidnapper with his other: “You two, go deal with that storyteller, don’t be afraid, I guarantee you won’t hear the sound of the gavel.

As long as you don’t hear it, he can’t pull you into the dream!”

As soon as these words were spoken,

Liao Zhongsheng, holding the chopsticks, harshly stabbed it into a kidnapper’s earhole.

Puchi!

Blood gushed from the earhole,

He stabbed three more times, making the two kidnappers completely deaf by puncturing all four ears.

Deaf, unable to hear sounds, naturally they couldn’t hear the sound of the gavel—at least, Liao Zhongsheng and Yang Moxiang thought so roughly.

As a result, although the kidnappers were rendered deaf, their bodies couldn’t take the trauma, and they writhed in pain all over the ground with no time to deal with Yuan Buyu.

“Dog King, you’ve mastered the craftsmanship of dog skins, yet your brain isn’t sharp enough.

If the deaf can’t hear the sound of the storyteller’s gavel, we would have long been driven to extinction by the martial arts world.”

Yuan Buyu shook his head and said: “The sound of the gavel is said to be a sound, yet it is triggered through perception.

As long as you are a living being, you have perception, and thus cannot escape this sound, unless you possess the corresponding Tangkou techniques!”

Liao Zhongsheng, ridiculed by Yuan Buyu, was furious, but his rage was useless; the situation was more powerful than he was, and he was only thinking about how to save his own life.

He slowly lifted his right foot, preparing to make one final gamble—this foot possessed one of the Four Pillars techniques—Dharma Body outside the body.

The methods of this Tangkou, for the first few incenses, all involve the feet.

One incense “Wind Beneath the Feet,” mastering strong leg power and extraordinary speed.

Two incense “Stepping on Grass Without Trace,” hard bones in the feet and soft soles, making no noise when walking.

Three incense “Gecko Climbing Walls,” thorn-like bones grow inside the palms of the feet, which allowed sticking to walls and trees as easily as walking on flat ground.

As for the four incense “Dharma Body outside the Body,” while lighting the four incense, use the Bone-cutting Blade to chop off one’s right foot and then draw the same sinister symbols on the cut-off right foot and the right leg bones, watering it daily with child’s blood.

If cultivated over a long time, the severed right foot develops a sensing connection with the right leg.

The foot can be refined into a Magic Artifact, not only as strong as steel, invincible, but also can be controlled by its owner at will.

When not in use, it grows on the leg, and when needed, the foot can detach and fly, turning into a Dharma Body, killing enemies from meters away.

Liao Zhongsheng was muttering words as blood-colored talismans emerged on his leg bone and foot.

Yuan Buyu remained motionless, seeing Liao Zhongsheng, who was caught in a double-layered dream, as a fish in the net, a tortoise in a jar; no big waves could arise, let alone a slight disturbance.

“Sever!”

“Go!”

Liao Zhongsheng pointed his left hand at Yuan Buyu, and his right foot, like a sharp blade, detached from his body and shot towards Yuan Buyu’s heart.

Yuan Buyu slowly moved half a foot to the left, and the foot missed its target.

“Sweep!

Overhead smash!”

The foot, under command, changed its maneuvers; first sweeping horizontally towards Yuan Buyu, and just when it nearly hit his arm, it suddenly changed direction mid-air, flew upwards, and then stomped down towards Yuan Buyu’s head.

It missed again, not even grazing a hair on Yuan Buyu’s head, but it smashed the blue stone ground beside him, creating a pit two feet in diameter.

Brick fragments flew about, but it was all a lot of thunder with no rain.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve teased cats and dogs, playing tricks with that Yang Moxiang can be somewhat entertaining, but playing with you is truly boring.”

With a strike of his wooden fan, Yuan Buyu disappeared from Liao Zhongsheng’s sight.

This is the storyteller’s technique “Strolling in the Courtyard,” able to enter and exit his own dreams at will.

With Yuan Buyu no longer in the dream, Liao Zhongsheng’s severed foot lost its target.

For a moment, he was bewildered, wondering how that blind old man could disappear just like that.

Since he’s gone, then run!

Summoning back his severed foot, Liao Zhongsheng frantically ran towards the door, but despite the short distance of only about ten meters, he was gasping for air and only just made it to the doorway.

He grabbed the doorknob, pulled it hard to open the door, but two large black dogs with a tuft of white hair on their foreheads rushed in!

He recognized these two dogs—they were his own Yang Moxiang and Zhu Tingsheng.

The two dogs pounced on him, furiously tearing into him, chunks of flesh were ripped off bite by bite.

“Two dogs, get the hell out,” Liao Zhongsheng commanded his severed foot to attack the dogs, but the two dogs, formless and immaterial, were uninjured as the foot passed directly through their bodies.

“Bark!

Bark!”

With two ferocious barks, Liao Zhongsheng’s belly was torn open, leaving a large hole,

“Yang Moxiang, don’t forget the benevolence I showed you—when you were afflicted with an acute disease, covered in festering flesh and close to death, it was you who begged me to cover you with dog skin to save your life!”

“Zhu Tingsheng, you too, you suffered karma, covered in tumors all over your body, if not for my dog skin, you would have died long ago.”

“I bestowed life upon you, and yet you dare to bite me!”

As Liao Zhongsheng cursed madly, he kicked wildly; his thigh was already torn to the bone…