Chapter 89

"Ha ha, why would I need to save face? Face is something you can't eat. And..." Song Shuhang pointed to his mouth, and at an angle where the foreign monk couldn't see, he silently mouthed to the Sect Leader, "I'm not a senior, I'm just an ordinary college student. The information your subordinates found is not wrong."

Song Shuhang always believed that lying to deceive others was wrong.

But in life, sometimes one has to tell lies, such as white lies, which are unavoidable.

However, Shuhang believed that even with white lies, when it's time to reveal the truth, it's best to explain to others. Being honest is the foundation of trust between people!

"Ch!" The Sect Leader's upper body trembled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I curse you... I curse you! I will become a ghost and seek revenge for all eternity!" The Sect Leader, in his final moments, roared loudly!

After roaring, his breath was cut off.

The Sect Leader — dead!

"This time, he's really dead." Song Shuhang stood in place for a while, feeling that there was no danger, and then, holding the 'Jia Talisman' in one hand, he approached the Sect Leader.

This time, the Sect Leader was completely dead, with no possibility of revival.

But to be safe, Song Shuhang still raised the black flying sword and cut off the Sect Leader's head.

Jiang Ziyun had once reminded him that cultivators have too many ways to save their lives, so to confirm that someone is dead, the best method is to destroy the body. For a Second Stage cultivator, cutting off the head is enough.

The sword left no trace, and no blood stained it.

Song Shuhang sighed inwardly. In just two days, he had already cut off two people's heads. This time, he didn't use the 'True Self Meditation Sutra' but relied on his own willpower to remain calm.

He couldn't always depend on the 'True Self Meditation Sutra.' The path of cultivation was long, and he had to adapt to certain things. Over-relying on external aids would make him weak.

And those who are weak and lack firm willpower won't go far on the path of cultivation.

The Sect Leader was the second cultivator to die at Shuhang's hands. Like the first long-armed man, although he was dead, his spirit would 'live' in Song Shuhang's memory for a long time. Although he couldn't achieve eternal fame...

The ghost and the Sect Leader incident were temporarily over.

For a while, no one would target the ghost.

With the Sect Leader dead, his subordinates were leaderless. This would cause them to be in chaos for a long time, and they wouldn't be able to cause much trouble in the short term.

Moreover, the only people who knew that the Sect Leader came to Jiangcheng University City to deal with Song Shuhang's ghost were the Sect Leader, the long-armed man, and the assassin who entered Shuhang's room. All three were dead, so the Sect Leader's subordinates didn't know the connection between the Sect Leader and Song Shuhang.

Even if they wanted to avenge their master, they wouldn't know where to start in the short term.

And as time passed... these subordinates would no longer be a threat to Song Shuhang. At that time, even if these subordinates didn't come looking for Song Shuhang, Shuhang would find them!

He lacked combat partners, and these people with beast-head claw marks would be excellent opponents for a while. Moreover, he could both practice and eliminate enemies, and there might even be some spoils of war, achieving three goals at once!

"Good and evil will eventually be repaid." Song Shuhang said softly, taking out the 'Corpse Dissolving Water' and pouring a little on the Sect Leader's body.

A pungent smell spread... The Sect Leader's clothes were completely dissolved, but his body was not affected by the Corpse Dissolving Water.

"Does this thing only dissolve the bodies of First Stage cultivators? I thought it was a great treasure."

It would be troublesome to leave a dismembered body. Even if the surveillance was destroyed, the police would still be alerted by the body.

Song Shuhang was a bit troubled.

At this moment, the foreign monk suddenly spoke, "Is Senior troubled by this man's body?"

"Can you handle it?" Song Shuhang turned his head, with a gentle smile, maintaining his high person's demeanor.

The foreign monk raised his thumb and said, "Senior, please leave this matter to me. I can handle it!"

"Since you say so, I'll trouble you. I'll remember this favor." Song Shuhang was relieved.

"Senior, don't say that. My life was saved by you, and this is a small matter!" The foreign monk was confident, as if dealing with the body and the subway trouble were trivial.

His confident appearance made Shuhang think of the often-mentioned 'Chinese Dragon Group,' 'Chinese Psychic Team,' 'Chinese Cultivator Alliance,' and other cool-sounding organizations in web novels.

Perhaps this foreign monk was a member of a similar organization? He might have a mysterious red booklet, and when the police arrived, he could take it out and resolve all the trouble!

Song Shuhang thought this and then took a few steps forward, picking up the Sect Leader's black small box.

His intuition told him that there would be good things in the Sect Leader's small box.

After picking up the box, he returned to the little girl's family and sat down.

Calculating the time, the passengers should be waking up from their coma soon.

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At this moment, the foreign monk came to the Sect Leader's side and clasped his hands together, saying, "Only when all beings are saved will I attain enlightenment; until the hells are empty, I vow not to become a Buddha."

These were the great vows of the Buddhist patriarch Dizang, and the foreign monk seemed to be very fond of this vow.

Then, he sat cross-legged next to the Sect Leader's body and began to chant the 'Dizang Soul Crossing Sutra.' As he chanted, a thick light of virtue enveloped him again.

In the front car of the subway and next to the Sect Leader's body, a few souls were faintly seen being crossed over by the foreign monk.

As the souls were crossed over, a mysterious force in the world split into three parts and descended upon the foreign monk.

In the next moment, the foreign monk's 'light of virtue' became even more solid; his vast mental power expanded; and his physical body was also strengthened!

Song Shuhang's eyes widened slightly — crossing over souls actually had such effects? Simultaneously strengthening the physical body, mental power, and virtue!

Although it couldn't compare to consuming body-strengthening liquid or practicing basic boxing techniques.

But it was a hundred times better than ordinary running and fitness!

"Remember this, and later ask Senior Yishu if Daoist cultivators have methods to cross over souls and increase mental power and physical strength." Song Shuhang thought to himself.

At the same time, he vaguely understood why there were always virtuous high monks in ancient times. They performed rituals to cross over souls without charging a penny, actively seeking out souls to cross over. If you didn't let them cross over souls, they would get upset. These high monks were probably true disciples of the Buddhist sect, like this foreign monk.

While he was thinking, the passengers in the car gradually woke up.

Everyone remembered having a very terrifying nightmare, but the latter part of the nightmare became peaceful.

"What happened?"

"I remember a high monk came back to the car, and then it went dark, and I knew nothing after that."

"Where is the high monk?"

As the passengers chattered, they quickly noticed the foreign monk... and the Sect Leader's body, which was cut into five pieces, next to him.

Stunned... silent.

Then, a wave of terrified screams.

"Dead body, dead body!"

"Ah ah ah!" The passengers near the car door rushed to the door, manually opening it, and ran out without caring what was outside.

Some people vomited on the spot, and some fainted again.

If it were an ordinary dead body, they wouldn't be too frightened, but this time, it was different. The body was cut into five pieces!

At the same time... screams also came from the front car. There were two dead bodies of the Sect Leader's subordinates, gnawed by ghosts, and they also caused the passengers to flee in panic.

Next to Shuhang, the father in the white shirt, the young mother, and the little girl all woke up.

The father in the white shirt didn't rush to get off the train but first looked at Song Shuhang, who was sitting next to them, and respectfully asked in a low voice, "Young man, can we get off now?"

He felt that this young man was also a high person. At the time, the young man said 'too late' and told them to stay by his side and not run around. Then they fainted...

"Get off, the next matters are not related to us." Song Shuhang smiled and nodded, carrying the black briefcase and carefully avoiding the surveillance as he left the car.

Before re-entering the surveillance range, he had to disguise the black briefcase properly.

He couldn't underestimate the current technological forces; the police might find clues because of this briefcase!

The father in the white shirt picked up his daughter and followed, blending into the panicked crowd and heading to a distant platform.

Before leaving, he cautiously glanced at the black briefcase in Shuhang's hand.

He vaguely remembered that Shuhang didn't have this briefcase when they came together... Of course, he was a practical and smart person and would never mention anything about the black briefcase to anyone.

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In the chaotic subway station.

The subway staff were desperately trying to calm the agitated passengers to prevent further accidents.

Soon, the police arrived.

Then the news media also quickly reached the scene.

The TV in the subway station began to broadcast urgent news, showing the subway accident.

In the live broadcast, the police caught a bald foreign monk.

"Yes, everything was done by me. I killed three people, and I confess. Yes, I have no accomplices, rest assured, it's just me! I won't resist, arrest me! However... the train accident has nothing to do with me, really!" The foreign monk spoke in standard and fluent Mandarin, obediently being handcuffed, with a generous expression!

Yes, he was arrested.

No red booklet, no Chinese Dragon Group, no special forces.

Despite his confident expression, it turned out that his so-called solution to the problem was to take the blame for everything?

Finally, in the live broadcast, the foreign monk, before being put into the police car, forcefully gave a thumbs up to the camera, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

Ding! The teeth reflected a blinding light in the sunlight!

— Senior, I will never betray you. I will take full responsibility for everything!

At this moment, the foreign monk, like a saint, emitted a light that was too bright to look at!