Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 65 The Incomplete Living Curse

The night was pitch black and moonless. The entire eerie place, except for one room, seemed to be shrouded in a fog, with only the flickering light of two red candles.

Young Master Ma was taken aback. He hadn't expected his words to have such a good effect on this person. He could clearly read confusion in Lin Fan's expression.

The handsome, bookish young man smiled disdainfully; his opponent seemed easier to deal with than he had imagined.

So he decided to strike while the iron was hot, "My beauty, oh, I don't know if this address is offensive. Or you could tell me your name. It seems you should recognize me, so please allow me to introduce myself."

My name is Ma Liangcai. At the age of fifteen, I became a student in the county school and entered the Imperial Academy. I devoted myself to the classics and gained a basic understanding of the five disciplines, and also read widely. My home was frequented by learned scholars, and I often had conversations with extraordinary people and eccentrics.

Lin Fan glanced at him, but unusually refrained from making any sarcastic remarks.

Ma Liangcai smiled and continued, "I once heard a high monk from Tanjie Temple preach that Mahakala eliminates demons and purifies the world, spreading blessings far and wide. Above is the Bodhi Pure Land, and below is Avici Hell. I naturally do not believe these words, especially that so-called boundless and joyful Bodhi Pure Land. However, I specifically asked the high monk about the various punishments in Avici Hell."

"The lightest punishments were whipping, branding with hot irons, and using hot tongs; the heaviest were gouging out noses, cutting off knees, chopping off toes, or even turning people into human pigs, piercing bones, and skinning them. When the high monk spoke of the suffering, he couldn't help but shed tears and sigh. But for us Ma family members, this was just commonplace. While ordinary people were playing with insects and birds, we Ma family members were already taking pleasure in cutting people up."

Hearing this, Lin Fan finally couldn't hold back and cursed, "You fucking think you're something to be proud of, don't you?"

Ma Liangcai wasn't angry at all, and chuckled, "The high monk's words enlightened me. So, my home is like the Avici Hell, and my father is at least a Yama, so it doesn't matter if I'm just a lowly jailer. There's no place like my home in the human world."

Lin Fan nodded silently. Rationally, he knew Ma Er must have ulterior motives, and he shouldn't listen to him. But he couldn't help but agree with him. His words were too magical; even if he didn't approve of Ma Er as a person, he had no choice but to agree with him.

The explanation that one dies in this life and falls into this hell to suffer is the most reasonable explanation. This chaotic and evil world can only be explained in this way.

The Soul-Suppressing Pearl can eliminate all overly intense emotions, whether it be ecstasy, terror, or regret. However, the Soul-Suppressing Pearl does not deny itself.

The Soul-Suppressing Pearl will gradually erase all emotions, leaving only nothingness. Therefore, the Soul-Suppressing Pearl does not deny nothingness.

The Ju-on's killing power is the least practical of all, yet it penetrated the impenetrable defenses of the Soul-Suppressing Pearl. Ultimately, the Ju-on's purpose is simply to kill its target, not the means by which it is used.

If Lin Fan subjectively acknowledges this nothingness, the combined power of the Soul-Suppressing Pearl and the Red-Clothed Curse will completely empty his mind.

Lin Fan's eyes gradually became vacant, and he could hardly hear what Ma Liangcai was saying.

If everything has already ended, then one's struggles may just be a spectacle for Yama and his minions to watch.

"Mom..." The eerie cry rang out again, like raindrops falling from the eaves, seemingly closer than before. It jolted Lin Fan awake from his descent into despair.

No, Lin Fan bit his tongue hard. He didn't have many unfulfilled desires, only revenge. Even if this place was hell, he would take his revenge there.

The brief pain brought him back to his senses.

"Ma Liangcai, according to you, what are you trying to achieve? And why are you so desperately trying to convince me?"

"Oh?" Ma Liangcai noticed Lin Fan's sudden change in mood, but remained calm and his smile persisted. "Ordinary people really can't easily accept the fact that they are dead, but it's okay. You used to look down on everything and always ran into obstacles. But as long as you're with me, I can be your eyes, and no amount of fog can stop us."

Lin Fan didn't understand what he meant at first, and Ma Liangcai didn't explain either, but started demonstrating.

He said to his younger sister, "Jiao'er, relax. From now on, you need to become one with your brother so that I can take you out."

Ma Si Niang was like a confused infant at this moment, and after only a moment of hesitation, she believed her brother.

She closed her clear eyes, her long eyelashes drooping down.

Ma Liangcai hugged her tightly, with such force that it seemed he wanted to break her. But Ma Si Niang showed no signs of pain; instead, her face was flushed, and she murmured comfortably.

Lin Fan stared in shock at the scene before him. Ma Liangcai was neither a cursed being nor a 'person' pulled into the illusory world, so why was he also able to manipulate this illusionary world?

Lin Fan had previously tried to subjectively intervene in the world, but only within his own purview, and only after eliminating the influence of objective factors. After all, a person's subjective thoughts and subconscious are not so firm; generally speaking, they require a strong desire and realistic feasibility.

While he was thinking, Ma Liangcai had completely absorbed Ma Siniang, and only her head was still hanging on Ma Liangcai's neck.

Two heads were squeezed onto Ma Liangcai's slender neck, making it look a bit crowded and causing both heads to tilt to one side, but the two seemed very happy. Ma Si Niang, of course, looked incredibly happy, needless to say.

Ma Liangcai smiled with joy as his deduction was perfectly verified.

Half of his clothes were his own blue and white scholar's robe, and the other half were his sister's pink dress. With the two heads, it looked like two people pieced together, which was particularly bizarre.

"That's it, my beauty. As long as you become one with us, I can use your body to get out!"

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After saying goodbye to everyone, Miaozhuzi hurriedly returned to her room. She felt that something was wrong with the live curse today, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

She hurriedly took out her notebook and flipped through it. These were notes she had taken while listening to her master's teachings. At the time, Miaozhuzi had only a vague understanding of them, but now that she had seen the actual objects, the details gradually connected, and she suddenly understood what was inside.

'The little mantra is formless, without thought, without intention, without desire, only attachment remains.'

Those who are terrified feed on fear itself.

Those who suffer feed on suffering.

'The angry feed on anger.'

……

'The lesser curse is for those with insatiable greed; without food, they suffer hunger, and food only intensifies their hunger—this is the hunger curse.'

'The one who curses hunger has bloody teeth and fangs, devours human souls raw, and its clothes are stained with blood, hence the name "Red Robe."'

Miaozhuzi gently turned the page; the next page contained the record of the Living Spell.

'Using a red-clad figure as the core, condense a dozen or so minor, hungry curses with similar obsessions, and use this as the seed of the curse.'

'Find someone with a similar obsession, plant the seed of the curse within their belly, and soon you will obtain a living curse.'

Upon seeing this, Miaozhuzi suddenly realized, "That's right, I always felt that the Living Curse was not right!"

According to Wanshou, the core of the Living Curse must be the Red Robe Curse, but it is clear that the power released by the Living Curse just now was not as great as that of the Red Robe Curse.

Although that living curse can release more than a dozen spells of power at once, it is extremely powerful.

But no matter how many spells there are, they are only at the first or second level.

If he truly possesses a red-robed level of magical power, then his Yin-Yang Separation Talisman would naturally be unable to block it.

If the Red Robe Curse cannot form a curse seed, then how is the Living Curse born?

Miao Zhuzi has two theories: one is that the core of the living curse originally contained the Red Robe Curse, but for some reason the Red Robe Curse was removed.

Secondly, it's possible that someone, through their Taoist magic, managed to condense a curse seed even without the Red Robe Curse. After all, there are thousands of Taoist techniques; perhaps some are capable of doing such a thing.

In any case, I was able to survive just now thanks to the fact that this Living Curse was not in its complete form.

The curse's obsession runs deep. In any case, this living curse will definitely try to find a way to make up for the missing red-robed curse on its body.

Lin Fan stood blankly in the courtyard, hoe in hand, eyes lifeless. A small figure slowly approached him.

The little figure tilted its head in confusion, looking at him, and tentatively called out, "Mommy?..."