Spiritual Teacher (20)

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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 spoils he had already acquired. After all, mobilizing so many loyal zombie troops would be a huge loss if he failed, 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, shouted, "This time I've mobilized an army of 637,531 zombies! 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 on Ghost Month, and 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. Aren't you going to thank your master and praise your master?!" The zombies immediately shouted in unison, "Thank you, Master! Praise your master!" Damn, how dare they say such blasphemous things about the Buddha? And Taiwan only has 23 million people, yet it has produced so many living Buddhas. The whole world has a population of seven billion! Is Taiwan really a land of outstanding people and spirits? Otherwise, how come all the so-called great Buddhas are in Taiwan? But Guo Guanying, a high-class mainlander who earns more than 60,000 yuan a month from the hard-earned money of Taiwanese people, 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, acting like a "Buddha" and getting so excited, he doesn't look like a monk practicing Buddhism at all. I swear to God!
"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 novel, The Deer and the Cauldron." Wu Youning used telepathy to tell me about his origins. "Wei Xiaobao? Whether he was a real person or a fictional character is another matter, but generally speaking, wasn't he a bad person? How did he become a demon after death?" "Although he could be considered a good person, his good deeds made him a Buddha, while his evil deeds, such as murder and rape, turned him into an evil spirit. Especially when he was ordered by Emperor Kangxi to pretend to become a monk and visit Emperor Shunzhi on Mount Wutai, he repeatedly violated the precepts and greatly blasphemed the existence of Buddha. So in this life, he is nominally a monk, but in reality, he is a demon who entrenched himself on Mount Zhongshan and Mount Tai. He uses the blood and sweat of his believers to create a personal idol worship and built the magnificent 'Zhongtai Zen Temple.' His Dharma name is the same as what people called him in his previous life, Wei Jue." So it's Lord Wei! No wonder some people in their camp speculated on military housing. The registered ones alone amounted to 13.8 million taels of silver, sir! Driven by these charlatans, the zombies' fighting power increased dramatically. They charged at us recklessly, each one displaying astonishing momentum! "Everyone, remember the 'buy now, retreat 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 in battle, everyone has their own opponent. If you immediately abandon your opponent after engaging and turn to attack others, it often disrupts the team's formation, which is not a good strategy. However, these remaining twenty elite steeds, seasoned veterans, coordinated perfectly with Brother Xiang Yu's command. They immediately and with remarkable coordination abandoned their opponents after engaging and turned to attack others. Enraged, the zombies 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 during their frenzied runs often caused them to collide with and injure 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 Wujiang River. His character and fighting prowess were far beyond the reach of Liu Bang, that coward who unilaterally broke the alliance and ambushed him. "The Buddha's power is boundless, the vortex of karma!" 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 in our direction, 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 to use the swirling water in a toilet to flush away condoms in the human world, 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 heroes 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, considering 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 all 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 monk appeared before the four great Buddhas, 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. Isn't it clear who's right and who's wrong?" 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. "Knight of the Holy Tomb, 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 female students. Your sins are even more grave! And everyone else, I'll see how you die!" The fake Mazu smugly awaited the Mirror of Retribution to reflect everyone's sins in this life. However, the Winter Melon King rushed towards her in a fit of rage, his penis swinging grotesquely. The thin monk shook his head and sighed. The sky was filled with dark clouds, the moonlight was instantly obscured, and then the phenomenon of static electricity neutralization caused scattered sparks of electricity to flash among the clouds, as if a storm was about to break. I thought the Mirror of Retribution was about to unleash its power. I had slept with so many female students, I would definitely be struck dead. Gao Guohua, Qiu Yi, let's all go to hell to repent, we trapped on Ha Star. "Crack! C ... "Stop it. And next, it would be best if my sins—allowing kids to get underage school beauties pregnant, possessing firearms to intimidate villagers, turning political enemies into breakwater blocks to silence them, rigging bids, illegally mining sand and gravel, etc.—were 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 a desecration of 'Her' existence. How dare you use the Mirror of Retribution!? It even got me struck several times!" It seems the Winter Melon King still fears the Creator, only daring to address "Her." So the fake Mazu's real name in the world is "Testicle Qian"? That must be a nickname, I think. How could anyone be called "Testicle Qian"? This fake Mazu has been worshipped by the masses for so long that they have become so ignorant that they can no longer distinguish right from wrong. They actually believe that they are the embodiment of justice and kindness, without considering that eight or nine out of ten of the donations they earn 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 nothing more than 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 who caused all this the scoundrels who are just using others' power? After being struck by lightning several times, the so-called Buddha statues, thanks to the power of their ignorant followers, managed to survive, but they all revealed their true forms and fled. In the darkness, a fat, bloated figure was seen darting south.Go! Another purple light shot northward, the woman went east, and the excited one fled on the spot, remaining in the central region to bide their time and wait for an opportunity to rise again. "Huh? How come I wasn't struck dead?" I touched my body, thinking about my shameful past, and felt it was inexplicable that I hadn't been struck. "Qihao, in this world, who doesn't make mistakes? As long as we don't act recklessly, I don't think He in heaven would really want us to disappear." Although Brother Xiang Yu was portrayed as a terrible figure in history books, he wasn't struck by heavenly lightning either. Originally, I thought the war was over here. After all, the fake Buddha and the fake Mazu were either dead or had fled, and those hundreds of thousands of zombies should have no reason to fight anymore, having lost their faith. Having already been proven by the Creator that whether it was a fake Buddha or a fake Mazu, they were just religious opportunists who used it to make money, and under the true will of Heaven, they inevitably scattered and fled. However, the enraged zombies refused to admit their mistake in misjudging people and instead launched an even greater counterattack! The current situation on the battlefield is this: the enemy's naval frog monster force has been annihilated by Mo Yun, and the land-based zombie army, due to its sheer numbers, is largely unaffected by the significant losses. Near our main camp, only 20 key riders remain in a battle formation, charging forward. My student, Wu Youning, is holding onto the exhausted Han Gou, waiting for an opportunity to escape. Although Brother Xiang Yu still has some Ghost 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 is in complete disarray. I can no longer find a single familiar face around me; instead, I'm surrounded by zombies with bared fangs and claws, trying to drag me off my steed. My predicament is like Rick's in the first episode of the first season of The Walking Dead, riding his horse aimlessly through downtown Atlanta. "Damn! Damn! Damn!" In this life-or-death predicament, I unleashed my strongest will to survive, disregarding my image and revealing my vulgar nature. I kept cursing, spewing out profanities, three-character curses, even five-character curses and eight-character curses, desperately swinging my Tai'a sword, turning the surrounding zombies to ashes. "Damn, damn your mother, damn your mother's bastard, damn your mother's traitor Ma Ying-jeou!" Hearing Ma Ying-jeou's vulgar curse, the zombies were first stunned, then their previously expressionless faces showed anger, and their attacks intensified. So they also hated this lowly, filthy thing! Just as I was preparing to give up and be slaughtered, 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 chopping 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 Harbor, at least the zombies around me were all dead! Impossible! How could we possibly kill all 600,000 zombies? Even Xiang Yu didn't possess such superhuman fighting power. Just then, I noticed a 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 hope for new life everywhere. Please lend me your power to protect your next generation."
I finally understand why I easily wiped out the zombies around me, while the numerous zombies in the distance didn't advance to attack me anymore; it turns out their feet were restrained by grass. Under Mo Yun's manipulation, the ubiquitous seeds of plants sprouted and grew rapidly, locking the zombies' ankles and forcing them to stand still, unable to charge towards us. "Mo Yun, you did a great job!" Because my penis was still swollen, my spiritual vision was quite strong. Even from a distance, I easily saw Mo Yun and her methods, and happily gave her a thumbs up. "Teacher! Hurry up and take down the Winter Melon King!" Wu Youning's voice entered my mind, anxious and uneasy. Huh? I saw Mo Yun's tiny green bikini gradually fading. Originally, there were green plants around her chest and thighs, but as she exerted her power, the color became lighter and lighter, and now what was exposed to the night sky was her beautiful naked body! I know that plants and people who love plants are generally kind. Mo Yun has clearly risked his life, braving the danger of exhausting his spiritual power and falling into the void, to ensure our victory in this one battle. So I squeezed my legs together and let Xiang'er carry me forward at breakneck speed, cutting through the zombie horde. At this moment, I saw the rear of Brother Xiang Yu and his divine steed, Wu Zhui, ahead. A little to the left rear, the Holy Tomb Knight and his tall horse were also crashing through countless zombies and converging on the central path. At least three of us out of the twenty riders had a chance to reach the finish line! When Donggua Wang saw us arrogantly passing through the zombie horde, he was so frightened that he even 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 became aggressive. The dozen or so naked women exchanged glances, then untied their entangled hands and feet, causing the flesh bed to disintegrate. No longer kneeling on the ground in a helpless state, they rushed over, grabbed Donggua Wang, and threw him down the hillside!
"You've rebelled! You bastards! Aaaaaah!" The Winter Melon King rolled down the mountain like an invincible whirlwind. Because of his already obese physique, which was almost as tall and wide as he was, he rolled faster and faster. Even after reaching the foot of the mountain, he still managed to overcome the friction and roll forward for several dozen meters. His massive body stopped right in front of Xiang Yu's brother, the Black Steed. The Black Steed raised its front legs high, its nose emitting excited hissing sounds, and then its legs desperately lashed at the Winter Melon King's fat buttocks. "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 badly. At least there would have been vegetation to slow your fall." By this time, I had arrived in front of the Winter Melon King. While he was still covered in blood and disoriented, I coldly demanded that he reflect on the damage he had done to the environment of central Taiwan. "Sigh, Taiwan is almost in shock because of you. It should be ruled by the most natural greenery." 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 immediately came out. Lu, unwilling to give up until he saw the Yellow River, turned to flee, but behind him lay the girl who had been kicked off the cliff a moment before him. Her hair was disheveled, and she lay on the ground, her life hanging in the balance. As the fleeing King of Winter Melon passed by her, the girl suddenly grabbed his elephant-leg-like ankle, then bit him with a fierce look in her eyes, causing him to roll on the ground in pain. "Those who govern 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 will turn around and they will become the ones being slaughtered?" Xiang Yu coldly watched the King of Winter Melon wrestling with the girl on the ground. The King of Winter Melon couldn't understand how the beautiful woman who was his plaything just minutes ago had now become a shrill 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 really 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 blood from falling down the hillside and being punched several times by the Winter Melon King. "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. After confirming that the Holy Grail Knight and Brother Xiang were alright, I quickly turned back to check on my comrades. I found that the zombie army had dispersed in all directions. They walked slowly with their heads down, each muttering, "Where's the fried rice noodles? Why isn't there 500 to collect?" Sigh, for the free banquets a few weeks before the election, for 500 dollars, they were actually willing to sell their own and their children's rights and health for such petty gains. They were 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 everywhere. They have finally lost their will to fight. At this moment, Mo Yun, who had been floating in the air casting spells while radiating green light, could no longer hold on. Once she was certain the zombies no longer needed restraint, her figure lost its usual lightness and agility, and she plummeted from mid-air. The surviving Ghost Warriors tried to catch her, but to no avail. Fortunately, the ground was an alluvial plain, and with newly grown weeds, Mo Yun at least didn't shatter into pieces. Everyone knew Mo Yun was key to the victory, and they also knew she had originally served under the Ghost King of Zhuluo, but had now abandoned darkness for light. Therefore, they felt even more reluctant to see her perish, and all 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 her briefly, the two looked at each other helplessly, 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 forces 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 gradually blurred, 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 sweetly in her sleep. "Daddy, could 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 tensed his philtrum to prevent tears from falling. "I'm so happy, this place is so beautiful..." Mo Yun finally faded away amidst our tearful gaze, returning to the natural beauty of her beloved island. "Mo Yun!" I collapsed to my knees on the patch of grass where Mo Yun had last lay. To my horror, I noticed a new shoot growing where my tears had fallen, distinct from the surrounding vegetation. The shoot's vibrant green seemed otherworldly, emanating a pleasant fragrance. I knew it was Mo Yun. "Mo Yun, look, I will cherish Taiwan's nature as I cherish you." I carefully lifted the shoot, along with the surrounding soil, and placed it in the plastic cup Wu Youning had found. "How pathetic," Xiang Yu casually quoted Qu Yuan, the chief minister of Chu, "your love for the land you were born and raised on is less than that for a foreign girl visiting from a foreign land." I knew he meant no harm in referring to other countries as foreign; it was merely a perspective rooted in traditional Chinese thought. But it made me reflect on our long-standing neglect of our own homeland. "Brother, what are your plans now?" I glanced around. Xiang Yu's forces had dwindled to less than a fifth of their former strength. 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 quoted Mencius's "Gongsun Chou." He preferred defeat to betraying his beliefs. Several times he had the chance to kill Liu Bang and his family, but he upheld righteousness, ultimately suffering defeat and suicide. Thus, though he died physically, he died with dignity, his beliefs continuing to resonate two thousand years later. His only debt was to the eight thousand followers who had promised to overthrow the Qin Dynasty 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.A cat-and-dog fight almost broke out. "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's 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 override righteousness. This is extremely troublesome. Add to that his homosexual partner, Rasputin, stirring up trouble, and he's practically a 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 actually 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 "Tony Damu," and the "Jin Ashe" that Mo Yun kept cursing when she was being raped by that scoundrel was Zheng Jing's nickname! Compared to Ma Ying-jeou's utter lack of integrity, betrayal of his compatriots for fame and fortune, and 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 is a loyal and courageous soul, so I call him the Knight of the Holy Grail. "The results of battles are limited, and although my long-term medical efforts can save more lives regardless of nationality, I am not a saint. I still have selfish motives for this land. I want to enter politics so I can save more of my fellow countrymen." The Knight of the Holy Grail took off 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 vow. 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 flashed a handsome smile, seemingly 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 to stand on his own yet, and I can't bear to leave Dun Ci..." He smiled shyly, completely unlike the usual ethereal Dr. Lin. It turns out he had more personal concerns—his students and beloved wife. Haha. "Take care!" I watched them head north. My silly dog, however, was clearly happy, sticking out its tongue and chuckled. It didn't understand justice; it was simply happy about one thing: that there were so many loyal companions in this world, just like it, devoted to their beliefs!

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