【The Sexual Teacher】(20) 【Author: rescueme】

Author: rescueme
Word Count: 10515

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Chapter 20: The Exorcism Incident

After the Russian sorcerer Rasputin gave his orders, the fat, chubby King of Winter Melon still refused to relinquish the prize he had already secured
. After all, mobilizing so many loyal zombie troops would be a huge loss if he failed to achieve anything,
wasting his long-term efforts to cultivate the vast central region.

To gain the people's trust, he not only humbly supported the puppet Mazu, but also used a smokescreen,
getting imprisoned for possession of firearms, though in reality it was just a temporary visit to a weight-loss camp.

"Impossible! You righteous people really love watching TV, thinking that good deeds are rewarded and evil deeds are punished;
let me tell you, the winds of reality have already changed. Bei Lian Zhong Hu, Taotie Jin Zhu and Zhen Nu Mo Tu cannot possibly lose!
I really like that saying, when the tide goes out, you'll see who's been naked!" Dong Gua Wang dragged a
beautiful woman out of the flesh bed, pinched her cheek with his right hand, and then angrily shoved his penis, which hadn't been able to ejaculate fully, into the woman's
mouth . Although he had just ejaculated,
his high spirits were interrupted at the most important moment by Rasputin's use of teleportation to transmit the news of the defeat, which felt a bit wasteful, so he wanted to thrust in again and fill it up completely.

Just then, the tide truly receded—no, the river receded. The already
low water level of the Dajia Riverbed, due to the winter dry season, was suddenly overtaken by dozens of
frog monsters, each as ugly as the Winter Melon King, in his rage. These frog monsters had frog faces and human bodies; though not tall, their legs were disproportionately long and
covered with dense, lumpy growths that could trigger trypophobia. Wielding tridents, the frog monsters used
their innate, superhuman jumping ability to leap over our twenty riders, threatening to impale us with their halberds
before we knew it. Each of us would be impaled several times. We had just thought we were ready, charging on horseback, and everything would be
alright soon.

Although our steeds desperately tried to dodge, the agile and numerous frog monsters easily spotted us
, aiming their terrifying halberd tips at our heads. However, they didn't have long to wreak havoc. Just as
the trident was less than centimeters above my head, they
all froze in mid-air, as if someone had activated a time stop device. Their emerald green hues gradually turned yellowish-brown, and then their bodies
shrank .

Before they were fully dead in mid-air, we all grabbed our long spears and finished them off one by one.
Only then did I see Mo Yun, who had previously manipulated the aquatic plants of Lantan to take lives under the command of the Ghost King of Zhuluo. Her elegant figure emerged
from the Dajia Creek, her beautiful form reminiscent of the beauty of the Goddess of the Luo River described in the Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River: "From afar, she shines
like the rising sun at dawn; up close, she glows like a lotus emerging from clear water. Her figure is perfectly proportioned, neither too slender nor too
plump. Her shoulders are like those of a sculpted figure, her waist as slender as a silken thread."

Except this Goddess of the Luo River had become a deadly grim reaper. Her hand commanded the green moss that had been lurking on the frog monster
to wreak havoc, absorbing all of the frog monster's spiritual power. Only then did she smile sweetly at us, bowing slightly.
Except for her nipples, which were covered by a tiny plant bikini, her alluring body in the water resembled a beauty emerging from a bath.
Her round E-cup breasts swayed incessantly, revealing both her northern and southern hemispheres simultaneously. Even
the Dajia River, polluted by domestic and industrial wastewater during the winter dry season and accumulating deadly toxins, could not tarnish her beauty. It turned out that she had hidden herself in the stream
to prevent any future trouble for us.

The Winter Melon King, who was about to get hard again after being oral sex by the beauty, saw his frog army wiped out and, in a fit of heartache
and rage , slapped her. The beauty beneath him fell backward, her naked body
rolling down the hillside, a heartbreaking sight.

King Donggua, brandishing what could be considered a giant cannon, roared, "This time I've mobilized 637,531 zombie
troops ! I'd be in big trouble if I didn't take your lives! I'll fight you to the death! My allies, show yourselves now!"
Then he formed a hand seal, and in the blink of an eye, four Buddha statues appeared in the western sky!

Damn, the power of religion is indeed formidable. Besides mobilizing fake Mazu to deceive believers, King Donggua
also has connections to Buddhism!

When Yuan Shao attacked Cao Cao with his chariot, he saw Emperor Gaozu of Han, Emperor Wu of Han, and Emperor Guangwu of Han appear on
the cracked city walls. He thought the "Three Sovereigns Appearing Three Times" was an auspicious sign for him to establish a new dynasty, but he was
defeated and died of illness not long after. Hopefully, these four Buddha statues are a sign that evil is tolling its death knell.

The zombies scattered on the ground, upon seeing the four large Buddha statues, all knelt down in excited worship. The smallest
Buddha statue spoke in a gentle tone: "Did you know? This year, the Mid-Autumn Festival coincides with a full moon, the Qixi Festival
falls during Mother's Day is on a Sunday. What a coincidence! This is why in Africa
, a bizarre phenomenon occurs where a minute passes every sixty seconds. Thinking about it this way, while Taiwanese people are sleeping, most Americans are
working . Aren't Taiwanese people too lazy? And who would have thought that this 16-year-old girl
was just a 12-year-old girl four years ago…"

Damn it, every single word she uttered was utter nonsense! Moreover, according to a recent Canadian research
report, those who enjoy "spiritual whispers" have lower average IQs—a perfect description of these zombies!

Before the gentle Buddha statue could finish its babbling, another Buddha statue, its eyes blinking rapidly, spoke up
: "Now there are only four of us living Buddhas left. Why don't you come and thank your master, praise your master!?"

The zombies immediately shouted in unison, "Thank you, master! Praise your master!"

Damn, how can so many people, so blasphemous to the Buddha,
produce so many living Buddhas? There are a total of seven billion people in the world! Is Taiwan really a land of spiritual energy and outstanding people?
Otherwise, how come all the so-called great Buddhas are in Taiwan? But
Guo Guanying says that Taiwan is a ghost island. What's going on? Or are these great Buddhas in front of us just
charlatans who use the name of religion to make money?

"Fight bravely! If we lose this battle, Taiwan will be a river of blood! Religious people will be beheaded, and
I will die with my eyes open!" another great Buddha said excitedly.

"Damn it! Getting so excited about being a 'Buddha'? You're acting like a monk practicing Buddhism! My Buddha, my ass!

" "Teacher, be careful. This person is a spirit with a very impressive background. In his previous life, he was
Wei Xiaobao from Jin Yong's novels—The Deer and the Cauldron." Wu Youning used telepathy to tell me his origins.

"Wei Xiaobao? Whether he was a real person or a fictional character is another matter, but generally speaking,
didn't good deeds? How did he become a demon after death?"

"Although he could barely be considered a good person, his good deeds led to his Buddhahood, while his evil
deeds, such as murder and rape, transformed him into an evil spirit. Especially
when he was ordered by Emperor Kangxi to pretend to be a monk and visit Emperor Shunzhi on Mount Wutai, he repeatedly violated the precepts and greatly blasphemed the Buddha. Therefore, in this life, he is nominally
a monk, but in reality, a demon entrenched on the peaks of Zhongshan and Taishan, using the blood and sweat of believers to create a personal idol
and build the magnificent 'Zhongtai Zen Temple.' His Dharma name is
the same Wei Jue."

So it's Lord Wei! No wonder some in his camp are speculating on military residences; the registered ones alone amount to 13.8
million taels, sir!

Driven by these fraudulent Buddhas, the zombies' fighting power greatly increased, charging towards
us , each one with an astonishing aura!

"Remember the 'buy now, quit now' tactic!" Brother Xiang Yu ordered a change of formation, instructing us to use the zombies'
attacks against them. It's important to understand that everyone has their own opponent in battle. If you immediately abandon
your opponent after engaging and switch to attacking others, it often disrupts the team's formation, which isn't a good strategy.

However, these remaining twenty divine steeds, seasoned veterans, surprisingly coordinated perfectly under Brother Xiang Yu's command,
immediately abandoning their opponents and attacking others with remarkable speed and precision. The zombies, enraged, were like
mad dogs chasing a ball, completely disregarding the other zombies around them, resulting in an even more chaotic formation than ours. Their high
kinetic energy often collided with and injured their own teammates when turning.

"The 'buy and return in a flash' tactic deserves a Nobel Prize!" Looking at the almost unscathed spirits, I felt a surge
of relief. It proved that Brother Xiang Yu was a man of his word, and that he truly had the ability to rise again on the banks of the Wu River.
His character and fighting prowess were far
beyond the reach .

"The Buddha's power is boundless, the vortex of karma is inescapable!" At this moment, the silent Buddha finally made his move. His
physique was completely unlike that of a monk; I couldn't imagine how a vegetarian could be so obese. He
unleashed an evil beam of light towards us, and then thousands upon thousands of zombies, along with
the floating spirits who had been observing from the sidelines without joining the battle, were involuntarily drawn to us, each one fearless.

No wonder he was the demonic monk whose toilet was found stuffed with condoms by the plumber! " Good heavens! So he
knew how a toilet to flush away condoms, and now he knows how to create
celestial anomalies by exploiting the balance of power between good and evil!

" "I can't take it anymore. I never thought they could even persuade Buddha to join them..." Jian Zhonggao, one of the three fierce warriors of the Anti-Japanese War, also known as Jian the Lion,
could no longer fight bravely and was the first to lose his will to fight.

"Even if we know they are fake, compared to our weak and outnumbered forces, while the demons have so many supporters,
I doubt whether what we are doing is really right." Wu Tangxing, another hero of the Anti-Japanese War and a martyr of his family,
said with a bitter smile.

I think he felt this most deeply. He gave away his family fortune and led his relatives and friends to fight against the Japanese. In the end, his fellow villagers and
he himself died in battle, and his wife also starved herself to death. Yet his historical status is not as high as that of Qiu Fengjia, who absconded with the money.
There is even a university that commemorates Qiu Fengjia, while Wu Tangxing only left behind his loyal soul to continue fighting for humanity. Very few people know about him
, no wonder he also sighed.

"Busy with nothing to do, old age comes amidst emptiness; laughter and tears linger in emptiness; originally there was no 'I,' life and death can be cast aside." At this moment, a truly
moving and solemn voice rang in our ears. A short,
thin , radiating a sacred light that was impossible to ignore.

"Let go, none of us are Buddhas." The short monk politely nodded to the other four great Buddhas.

"Hmph, losers who don't even have relics, what do you think you're doing?!" the gentle Buddha rebuked.

"Your temple isn't even one ten-thousandth the magnificence of my Zhongtai Temple, so it's clear who's right and who's wrong, isn't it
?" Master Weijue also mocked.

"Building tombs and pagodas, erecting monuments and statues, collecting relics. Did the Buddha do these things when he entered Nirvana?" The thin
monk's eyes were full of smiles as he firmly reminded these living Buddhas that the rituals they had fabricated were not
the so-called Dharma.

At this moment, the fake Mazu, whose position had been almost completely replaced by the four fake Buddhas, wanted to make a good impression on the Winter Melon King. Before
the debate was over, she unleashed her power and shouted, "Punish evil and eliminate wickedness, Mirror of Retribution!"

A pure and flawless mirror of spiritual light appeared in the sky, but this move clearly required gathering energy, and its effect
was not immediately apparent.

"Wu Youning, what is the effect of this attack?" Surprised that such a wicked path could release such pure
and enormous spiritual power, I anxiously asked my knowledgeable student.

Before the student could answer me, the fake Mazu spoke herself: "The more evil you commit in your lifetime,
the greater the retribution you will receive. I summon heavenly lightning, and this will reduce you all to ashes!"

Damn, will I get struck by lightning for stealing students' school lunches, peeping at female students' breasts and underwear, and
writing carelessly in my teaching log?!

"Wait a minute, why can she use such high-level magic? And they are clearly more evil, is the law of retribution
really so indiscriminate? Why only punish us and let them go!?" I questioned in my heart whether the heavenly realm had
become as incompetent as the courts in Taiwan, unable to distinguish between good and evil.

"The Mirror of Karmic Retribution is a spell that anyone can use, and it's incredibly powerful. As for why such a difficult spell can
be used , it's because it's a law established long ago by the true Creator. If you're
honest and upright about your actions, using the Mirror of Karmic Retribution won't harm you. But looking around, who in this world
has never made a mistake in their entire life? Moreover, the more thoughtful a person is, the more they will reflect on themselves. So, throughout history,
no one has dared to use this spell, because it's equivalent to making a contract with the Creator, asking him to judge your actions.
It's like a thief not calling the police to catch illegally parked cars. The consequence of using it is that both you and the other party
will suffer great karmic retribution. For example, someone once vowed to become president, but he committed many unjust acts,
so in the end, his father was a traitor, his mother was a lackey, his grandfather was a national traitor, and he became Ma Ying-jeou," Wu
Youning explained.

"Holy Tomb Knight, someone in your camp owns over 200 square meters of real estate at the age of 33. Aren't you greedy?
And Xiang Yu, you didn't enter reincarnation, yet as a guardian spirit you raped a female student—your sins are even more grave! And
everyone , I'll see how you all die!" The fake Mazu smugly awaited the karmic retribution mirror reflecting everyone's...
Despite his sins, the Winter Melon King, enraged, charged towards her, his grotesque penis swaying wildly
. The thin monk shook his head and sighed.

Dark clouds gathered, obscuring the moonlight. Then, static
electricity , a sign of an impending storm. I thought the karmic retribution mirror was about to unleash its power.
Having slept with so many female students, I was sure to be struck dead. Gao Guohua, Qiu Yi, let's all go to hell to repent, we trapped on this planet
! "

Crack! C ... The Winter Melon King was struck by several bolts of lightning, nearly losing half his life, while the fake Mazu, before turning to ashes, asked in bewilderment: "Am I not a god? Wasn't what I did right? Why is the retribution hitting me?" The Winter Melon King finally managed to drag his charred lower body to the fake Mazu's side, kicking her several times angrily: "'Testicle Qian,' you idiot, you moron! You owned 10,000 pings of land at 22, while she owned 200 pings at 33. What makes you think you're more restrained than her? Furthermore, I hope my sins—allowing children to get underage school beauties pregnant, possessing firearms to intimidate the villagers, turning political enemies into breakwater blocks to silence them, rigging bids, illegally mining sand and gravel, etc.—are less than theirs! Not to mention that you and I exploited the people 's faith in Mazu for our own benefit, causing true justice to disappear from society, which is blasphemous to 'Her' existence! How dare you use the Retribution Mirror?! It caused me to get hit several times too!" It seems the Winter Melon King still fears the Creator, only daring to refer to "Her." So, the fake Mazu's earthly name is "Testicle Qian"? I think it must be a nickname; how could anyone be called "Testicle Qian"? This fake Mazu has been worshipped by the masses for so long that she has become so ignorant that she can't distinguish right from wrong. She actually thinks she is the embodiment of justice and kindness, without considering that eight or nine out of ten of the donations she earns from the people end up in the pocket of the "Winter Melon King," who is a murderer, arsonist, and utterly wicked. This fake Mazu is just like Zhao Gao by Hu Hai's side , Jia Nanfeng by Emperor Hui of Jin's bedside, and Rasputin by Ma Ying-jeou's side. Although Qin Er Shi, Emperor Hui of Jin, and Ma Ying-jeou have become representatives of incompetent rulers, aren't the real culprits and instigators these scoundrels who are just using others' power to their advantage? After being struck several times by lightning, the so-called Buddha statues, thanks to the sheer power of their massive, ignorant followers, managed to survive. However, they all revealed their true forms and fled. The obese figure in the darkness darted south, another purple light shot north, the woman went east, and the excited one escaped on the spot, remaining in the central region to bide their time and rise again. "Huh? How come I wasn't struck dead?" I touched myself, thinking about my shameful past, and felt it was inexplicable that I hadn't been struck. "Qihao, everyone makes mistakes in life. As long as we don't act recklessly, I don't think He in Heaven would really want us to disappear." Although Xiang Yu was portrayed as a terrible figure in history, he wasn't struck by lightning either. I originally thought the battle was over here. After all, the fake Buddhas and fake Mazu were either dead or had fled, and the hundreds of thousands of zombies should have no reason to fight anymore, having lost their faith. Having already been proven to be nothing more than religious opportunists using fake Buddhas and fake Mazu as a means to amass wealth, they inevitably scatter and flee under the true laws of Heaven. However, the enraged zombies refuse to admit their mistake in misjudging people and instead launch an even greater counterattack! The current situation on the battlefield is as follows: the enemy's naval frog monster force has been annihilated by Mo Yun; the zombie army on land, due to its sheer numbers, has suffered minimal losses despite numerous casualties. Near our main camp, only a battle formation of 20 key riders remains, charging forward. My student, Wu Youning, is holding the exhausted, simple-minded dog at the rear of the formation, waiting for an opportunity to escape. Although Brother Xiang Yu still has some ghostly warriors scattered among the zombie army, they can no longer control the situation; hundreds of thousands of zombies are charging towards us with relentless ferocity ! In the blink of an eye, our formation was in complete disarray. I couldn't find a single familiar face around me; instead, I was surrounded by zombies with bared fangs and claws, trying to drag me off my steed. My situation was like Rick riding his horse recklessly through downtown Atlanta in the first episode of the first season of The Walking Dead. "Damn! Damn! Damn!" In this life-or-death predicament, I unleashed my strongest will to survive, disregarding my image revealing my vulgar nature. I cursed incessantly, spewing out profanities, three-character curses, five-character curses, and even eight-character curses, desperately wielding my Tai'a sword, turning the surrounding zombies to ashes. "Damn, damn your mother, damn your mother's fucking bastard, damn your mother's traitor Ma Ying-jeou!" Hearing Ma Ying-jeou's vulgar language, the zombies were initially stunned, then their previously expressionless faces suddenly contorted with rage, and their attacks intensified. So they also hated this lowly, filthy thing! Just as I was preparing to be slaughtered after exhausting my strength, I noticed that the number of zombies around me was decreasing. It should be said that under the fierce kicks of Xiang'er's iron hooves and the fierce slashes of my Tai'a sword, the number of zombies around me had indeed decreased. Even though the zombies in the distance were still as dark as the Inner Lake and the South Port, at least the zombies around me were indeed all dead! Impossible, how could I possibly kill all 600,000+ zombies? Even Brother Xiang Yu did not have such heaven-defying fighting power. Only then did I notice the green light emanating from the sky above the battlefield. Mo Yun, who had been lurking in the Dajia River, had floated above us. Her entire body glowed green, and she murmured with her eyes closed, "The power of plants is everywhere. On this beautiful island, there is new hope everywhere. Please lend me your power to protect your next generation." I finally understood why I had so easily killed the zombies around me, while the numerous hadn't attacked me. It turned out that their feet were bound by grass. Under Mo Yun 's influence, the ubiquitous seeds of plants sprouted and grew rapidly, locking the zombies ' ankles and preventing them from charging towards us. "Mo Yun, you're amazing!" Because my penis was still swollen, my spiritual vision was quite strong . Even from a great distance, I easily saw Mo Yun and her methods, and happily gave her a thumbs up.

"Teacher! Quickly take down the Winter Melon King!" Wu Youning's voice rang in my mind, anxious and
unease .

Huh? I saw Mo Yun's tiny green bikini gradually fading. Originally, green plants lingered around her
chest and thighs, but as she channeled her energy, the color faded further, until now, her
beautiful, naked body was exposed to the night sky!

I knew that plants and people who liked plants were generally kind. Mo Yun was clearly risking her life, braving
the danger of exhausting her spiritual power and falling into the void, to ensure our victory in this one battle. So I squeezed my legs together, letting
Xiang'er carry me forward at breakneck speed, cutting through the zombie horde.

Then I saw Xiang Yu and his divine steed, Wu Zhui, ahead of me. A little to my left rear, the Holy Tomb Knight and
his tall horse were also crashing through countless zombies, heading towards the center. At least three of us out of the twenty riders
had a chance to reach them!

When the Winter Melon King saw us arrogantly passing through the zombie formation, he was so frightened that he dropped his pants and tried to turn and
run away . At the same time, the flesh bed made up of a dozen or so beautiful women suddenly started to fight. The dozen or so naked
women looked at each other, then untied their entangled hands and feet, causing the flesh bed to disintegrate. They were no longer kneeling on
the ground a helpless state. Then they rushed over, grabbed the Winter Melon King, and threw him down the hillside!

"You've rebelled! You bastards! Aaaaaah!" The Winter Melon King
rolled down . Because of his already obese physique, with height and width roughly equal, he was practically a ball of flesh.
He rolled faster and faster, until he reached the foot of the mountain, where he defied friction and rolled forward for several dozen meters. His
massive body stopped right in front of Xiang Yu's black horse, Wuzhui. Wuzhui raised its front legs high, its nostrils
snorting excitedly, and then its legs lashed at the Winter Melon King's fat rump.

"Hmph, if you had paid more attention to soil and water conservation when you were illegally mining sand and gravel, perhaps you wouldn't have fallen so
miserably . At least there would have been vegetation to slow your fall." I had already arrived in front of the Winter Melon King by then. While he was still covered
in blood and disoriented, I coldly told him to reflect on the damage he had done to the environment of central Taiwan.

"Sigh, Taiwan is almost in shock because of you guys. It's time for the most natural green to take over." At this moment, the Holy Grail Knight
also arrived, pulling down the visor of his helmet to reveal a resolute yet warm face. We approached the Winter Melon King from three directions.

"Heh, heh..." The Winter Melon King rubbed his buttocks, which had been kicked hard by the Black Steed, and pretended to reflect on his
actions by taking two steps back. Seeing that he was out of the range of the Black Steed's iron hooves, his cunning nature was immediately revealed. He was determined to escape,
and turned behind him was the girl who had been kicked off the cliff a step earlier than him. She was disheveled and
lay on the ground, her life hanging in the balance. As the Winter Melon King's fleeing figure passed by her, the girl suddenly grabbed
the Winter Melon King's elephant-leg-like ankle, and then bit him with a fierce look on her face, causing the Winter Melon King to roll around on the ground in pain.

"Those in power must be careful. Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. Treating the people like fish and meat, thinking themselves the butcher, how
can they know when the fish and meat will turn around and they will become the ones to be slaughtered?" Xiang Yu coldly looked at the Winter Melon King
wrestling The Winter Melon King couldn't understand how the beautiful woman who was his plaything just a few minutes ago
had now become a stern demon.

(I later learned that the phrase "Man is the butcher, I am the fish" was actually said by Xiang Yu. There were many other references
I hadn't even thought of before, which I only discovered after searching for them and found they were all related to the Chu people. For example
, the character Brother Li was initially chosen as a random centurion with the surname Li, but I later learned that Li Zuoji of Shanyin was a remarkable
hero . And with so many ancient sword names, I instinctively thought of the Tai'a Sword, which turned out to be a national treasure of Chu!
I think perhaps Xiang Yu's spirit in heaven is truly protecting me!)

"Even if Chu has only three households left, it will surely be Chu that destroys Qin. Let the people of the Central Region deal with the evils they have created." I
glanced at Brother Xiang Yu, and with his approving look, I grabbed the Winter Melon King by the neck and dragged him back,
then threw the Tai'a Sword to the girl whose face was swollen and
covered in .

"Thank you, thank you..." she choked, tears streaming down her face.
Countless
girls like her, in the prime of their lives, were ravaged by the Winter Melon King. The better ones, before even reaching adulthood, were exploited and enslaved by his many descendants, often ending up as wives or concubines of younger Winter Melons before completing their studies. Those of lesser beauty were
sold into brothels like the Golden Leopard.

This young girl, burdened by the hatred and expectations of her sisters on the cliff, wept, her hands trembling, before
plunging the sinful Winter Melon King into his heart with the Tai'a Sword, ending his wretched life.

After the Winter Melon King vanished, the roadside election billboards, as if responding to the defeat of the Winter Melon army, were
stained with crimson blood, proving that the evil spirit had been defeated. Even if remnants still stirred up trouble, they
could not affect the overall situation.

But the girls weren't overjoyed at escaping the clutches of evil. Their lives were ruined
, and finding someone who could accept their broken bodies and souls,
someone who could heal their wounds with time and love, was no easy task. They left, sobbing and supporting each other.

I glanced with a touch of resentment at the monk who appeared last. I knew
he possessed great wisdom, his spiritual progress closest to that of Buddha, compared to those charlatans. I felt a pang of reproach for not intervening, for causing
us to lose so many of our valiant brothers and forcing the world to suffer even more.

"Buddha can see through cause and effect, but to find liberation from suffering and attain happiness, one must rely on oneself," the thin monk said with a
wise smile. He then murmured the four lines of verse he left behind at his death: "Busy
in idleness, laughter and tears in emptiness; originally there was no 'I,' life and death can both be cast aside." Then he slowly walked into the night sky. I wondered
who this great master truly was.

Having confirmed that the Holy Grail Knight and Brother Xiang were alright, I quickly turned back to check on my comrades. I found the zombie horde
had dispersed in all directions, walking slowly with their heads down, each muttering, "Where's the fried rice noodles?
Why isn't there 500 to collect?" Sigh, for the free feasts weeks before the election, for 500 yuan,
they were willing to sell their own and their children's rights and health for such petty gains. Utterly foolish!
No wonder they were so easily brainwashed by religious figures and turned into zombies. Now that the Winter Melon King and the fake Mazu are dead, the fake
Buddhas are also fleeing in all directions; they have finally lost their will to fight.

At this moment, Mo Yun, who had been radiating green light and floating in the air casting spells, could no longer hold on; confirming that the zombies...
Once restrained, her figure lost its usual lightness and agility, and she plummeted from mid-air
. The surviving ghost soldiers tried to catch her, but to no avail. Fortunately, the ground was an alluvial
plain, and with newly grown weeds, Mo Yun at least escaped being shattered to pieces.

Everyone knew that Mo Yun was key to the victory, and that she had originally served under the Ghost King of Zhuluo but had now
abandoned darkness for light . Therefore, they were even more heartbroken at her impending demise and gathered around her.

The Yang Shen aspect was more concrete, and was diagnosed by Physician Lin Jieliang; the spiritual power, the abstract aspect
, was examined by strategist Fan Zeng. After observing for a moment, the two exchanged helpless glances and then simultaneously
shook their heads solemnly at us.

"Holy Grave Knight, Teacher Tang, I... I want to go back to the mountains to play. You must protect Formosa and
stop the evil people from destroying it, okay?" Mo Yun's naked body gradually blurred. She
held the Holy Grave Knight's and my hands respectively. After all, the Holy Grave Knight and I were the
main fighting force still in this world, capable of contributing to environmental protection in education and politics. Therefore, she entrusted Taiwan to us, not to
the most powerful Xiang Yu.

"Daddy, look at this cute baby leopard cat, its butt is so soft to touch... Heh, doesn't that tree look like the one at our house
in Rotterdam ?" In the stage where her consciousness was gradually fading, Mo Yun seemed to have returned to the
innocent girl who was playing all over Taiwan, mistaking the Western-style Holy Grave Knight for her father, and
murmured in her sleep.

"Daddy, can you turn on the heater? It's a bit cold..." Mo Yun's face grew paler and paler, devoid of
any color. The Holy Grail Knight nodded frantically, repeatedly saying in a warm tone, "Okay, I'll go, I'll go..."
His eyes brimming with tears, but unwilling to worry Mo Yun, he stubbornly held them back.

The silly dog in Wu Youning's arms whimpered, and even the usually talkative Wu Youning held his philtrum tightly
to prevent tears from falling.

"I'm so happy, this place is so beautiful..." Mo Yun finally disappeared into our tearful eyes, returning to
the natural beauty of her beloved island.

"Mo Yun!" I knelt weakly on the patch of grass where Mo Yun had last lay, and suddenly noticed that
where my tears had fallen, there was a new sprout, different from the surrounding plants.
The green of that sprout seemed so pure, as if it didn't belong to this world, and it exuded a pleasant fragrance. I knew that was Mo Yun.

"Mo Yun, you watch. I will cherish Taiwan's nature as I cherish you." I
carefully lifted the tender sprout along with the surrounding sand and placed it in the plastic cup that Wu Youning had picked up.

"How pathetic. Your love for the land where you were born and raised is less than that for a
girl from a foreign land." Brother Xiang Yu casually quoted Qu Yuan, the minister of Chu. I knew
he meant no harm in referring to other countries as foreign lands; it was just a perspective from the traditional Chinese mindset. But it made me reflect on
our long-term neglect of our own homeland.

"Brother, what are your plans now?" I glanced around. Brother Xiang Yu's forces had been reduced to
less than a fifth. Besides lamenting the tragic end of those loyal and courageous heroes
, I was also worried that the forces of justice were waning and that Taiwan would ultimately be ruled by evil.

"Rest assured, good will prevail over evil. If this is Heaven's will, I will go even against a million men!" Xiang Yu's elder brother quoted Mencius
's "Gongsun Chou" chapter. He would rather fail than betray his beliefs. So, he had several opportunities to
kill Liu Bang and his family, but his elder brother upheld the principles of righteousness and ended up defeated and committing suicide. Therefore, although he
died physically, he died with dignity. Two thousand years later, his beliefs still exist between heaven and earth. His only
regret was the eight thousand followers who had promised to overthrow the tyrannical Qin and seize the world.

"Brother Tang, our spiritual power comes from the righteous energy of heaven and earth. You should nurture talents well, so that even in the far
north, we can receive the power of justice." Before leaving, strategist Fan Zeng, elder brother Li Zuoji,
Lin Shuangwen , Wu Tangxing, Jian Dashi, Ke Tiehu, Lin Shaomao, and others bid me farewell one by one. Lin Shaomao, true to his name,
teased the silly dog in Wu Youning's arms, almost causing a cat-and-dog fight.

"The spirit possessing that scumbag Ma Ying-jeou is no ordinary being. According to your student's description, when he was alive, he
was Zheng Jing, the son of Zheng Chenggong, the Holy King who opened up Taiwan. He committed incest with his younger brother and wet nurse, usurped the throne, broke alliances, and
poisoned his father. He was an utterly disloyal, unfilial, and treacherous villain! But after his death, some people
, blinded by right and wrong, praised his contributions to Taiwan, allowing evil forces to prevail over righteousness. This is extremely
troublesome . Add to that his homosexual partner, Rasputin, stirring up trouble, making him a veritable fusion of East and West, a collection of degenerates."
Brother Xiang Yu muttered, pondering the future situation of the Northern Expedition.

Huh!? So the evil spirit possessing Ma Ying-jeou was Zheng Jing! No wonder he mentioned the big tree in his house; he was
cursing his father, Zheng Chenggong. Zheng Chenggong's original name was Sen, and his courtesy name was Damu. I initially thought Zheng Jing was referring to
"Donnie Damu," and the "Jin Ashe" that Mo Yun kept cursing when she was being raped by that bastard was Zheng Jing's
nickname! Compared to Ma Ying-jeou's utter lack of integrity, his betrayal of his compatriots for personal gain, and his condoning of his subordinates' murders and arson
, I'm not so surprised.

"And the Knight of the Holy Grail?" I still don't know his name, only that he was a loyal and courageous
man , so I call him the Knight of the Holy Grail.

"The results of battle are limited, and although my long-term medical efforts can save
more , I am not a saint. I still have selfish motives towards this land. I want to enter politics so
I can save more of my fellow countrymen." The Knight of the Holy Grail removed his helmet, revealing an unassuming
middle-aged man with a warm and sincere smile.

The chivalrous doctor watched with delight as the senior member of the medical community made his grand ambition. I, however, asked curiously, "What about Dr. Lin? Is he
going to the Western Paradise, or will he continue watching blind Taiwanese people drink Lin Fengying's medicine until they vomit blood?"

"Continuing to be wanted by the underworld, a fugitive on the earth," Dr. Lin Jie-liang said with a dashing smile. It seemed he
was determined to stay and monitor whether we were still being poisoned by Ting Hsin.

"I can't bear to leave you all. Zong Hai isn't capable enough yet, and I can't bear to leave Dun Ci..." He
smiled , completely unlike the usual ethereal Dr. Lin. It turned out he had more personal concerns—his students and beloved wife
. Haha.

"Take care!" I watched them head north, while the silly dog seemed genuinely happy, "Hehehe."
It stuck out its tongue. It didn't understand what justice was. It was simply happy because it
knew there were so many good friends in the world who were just as loyal as it was to their beliefs!

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