Chapter 227 — The Tree Roots of the Barren Ridge Become Spirits
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
" The group hurried toward Withered Silence Ridge, the insect tide surging ahead, countless insects beating their wings onward; when they came to the lake side, they saw demon clouds spreading over the water, and countless voices crying out from within: "Heavenly Sage Hierarch, I will kill you, I will surely kill you, and wipe out your Heavenly Sage Cult!
" The group looked at one another.
The Half-Fool Monk cleared his throat and said in a loud voice, "Demon, what grudge, what feud, have you with the Nether Demon Hierarch? " A young woman floated up from the lake, bare-bodied, pitiful and lovely, sadly and softly lamenting: "The Heavenly Sage Cult has held your handmaiden imprisoned here for several hundred years; my hatred for them is deep as the sea, irreconcilable beneath the same sky. Reverend Monk, if you can save your handmaiden, I am willing to give myself to you.
.
. " The Half-Fool Monk laughed. "I am a monk; I have no need of your hand in marriage.
Take refuge in my Buddha's teaching, help me kill the Nether Demon Hierarch, and this humble monk will break the seal here and set you free. " "Your handmaiden is willing to take refuge! " the woman said, astonished and overjoyed.
The scholar Lan Yu, Yuan Shan, Yu E, and the others all frowned and were about to object when the Half-Fool Monk had already torn up a black stele by the roots and flung it to the ground. Turning back, he said, "Fellow travelers, this is a demon suppressed by the Nether Demon Cult.
The Nether Demon Cult is the demonic path; a demon they suppress must surely be a good demon. Help me push down these demon-suppressing steles and free this fellow! " The others had no choice but to step forward and join forces to topple the steles one after another. Boom!
The mountains shook; the ancient tree rose slowly, and beneath its trunk a huge black ball swelled larger and larger, like an enormous skein wound from countless black threads. Those black roots writhed like dragons and great serpents, and amid their coils countless white bones were revealed.
Seeing the white bones buried beneath the tree, the Half-Fool Monk could not help but shudder.
He understood now: what the Nether Demon Cult had suppressed might not be his fellow at all, but a being more savage even than the Nether Demon Cult. "Run! " Long Jiaonan screamed. The group took to their heels at once, fleeing toward the Barren Ruins.
"I am free, I am free at last!
" Countless shrill voices rose behind them; more black steles along the path suddenly trembled and toppled one after another, and thick tentacles burst from the earth, writhing without cease, each root hung with a beautiful woman, laughing: "The Heavenly Sage Cult said I ate too many people and imprisoned me here.
Thank you, thank you, little monk. At last I can eat people again! "