The slightly squeaking door that was kicked in wavered.
It also shattered the woman’s last thread of frail hope.
Jiang Qing finally dropped the act.
He tore off that handso yet hypocritical mask.
"Cousin-in-law, what’s there to keep yourself for a man like my cousin who doesn’t understand romance? Plus, you were nothing but damaged goods when you married my cousin. Why still keep up the pretense now?"
He sneered with a cold laugh, glancing at the old person on the bed, and said with a sinister tone, "If you enjoy performing a scene of infidelity in front of your own mother-in-law, I will certainly oblige."
"You... why would you do this... aren’t you afraid... of being thrown into jail?"
We Zhaodi gasped lightly, trying to scare the other party.
The woman tried her best to cover her body with her outer garnt.
Jiang Qing laughed at that, "I’ve already wronged so many won, I’ve long been a wanted criminal by the officials. Unfortunately, those officials are all incompetent, and they still haven’t caught . Of course, the Capital officials are sowhat more capable. That’s why, after tonight, I’ll be leaving the Capital."
Hearing his words, the shock was clear on the woman’s face.
Suddenly, she rembered the conversation from the other day—Constable Liao from the county office casually ntioned at the dining table, that a flower-picker had traveled from Qingzhou to the Capital city... could it be...
At that mont, the woman sank deep into despair.
She never imagined that what Lu once joked about would beco reality.
"Alright, let’s get down to business. You must be impatient, cousin-in-law. My cousin, that brute, doesn’t understand won. You’ve probably never enjoyed the true delights of marriage. Who knows, you might even miss later. So won used to cry and scream, but in the end, they couldn’t bear to leave ."
Jiang Qing didn’t ramble on any longer and started undressing.
He didn’t plan on changing the venue.
Making the daughter-in-law commit infidelity in front of her mother-in-law sounded amusing to him.
We Zhaodi looked at her mother-in-law lying on the sickbed with a desolate gaze.
Mother-in-law, I can no longer help Wu take care of you. I’m going ahead. If there’s an afterlife, I hope to marry Wu with a clean and pure body...
The woman gripped the shard of porcelain, deciding to end her own life.
"Mommy!"
Nobody expected that at this mont, a familiar child’s voice would suddenly sound.
Jiang Qing’s complexion drastically changed; he was completely dumbfounded.
This can’t be right; how could they have arrived so soon?
We Zhaodi, who thought she was about to plunge into an abyss, heard her daughter’s voice and felt a surge of astonishnt and joy. She hoarsely shouted, "Wu!"
Fearing that Jiang Qing would silence them, she did her best to shield her mother-in-law.
But when she looked up, the man at the door had disappeared.
Clearly, he had been scared away.
"Mommy!"
Hearing the voice, Zhang Yue’er ran over.
Seeing her mother slumped beside the bed with bloodstains, the little girl was sowhat frightened and threw herself into her mother’s embrace, her tender voice quivering with sobs, "Mommy, what happened to you?"
"Wu..."
Seeing the familiar silhouette of her husband in the doorway, We Zhaodi finally relaxed, her tense heart settling down as she leaned against the side of the bed, exhausted.
She seed like a fish on the shore, barely clinging to life.
Zhang Yunwu took in the scene inside the house.
His wife’s naked, delicate form suggested she had been through a carnal encounter.
The eyes that had shown a glimr of clarity were once again sared with blood, as the vision of his wife indulging in lascivious acts with another man kept haunting him.
"Wu..."
Seeing her husband standing frozen at the door, We Zhaodi’s face showed confusion.
"Why... why..."
Zhang Yunwu stepped forward, tears streaming down his bloodshot eyes, "Why would you betray ... Whore! You deserve to die!"
The aberration in her husband made We Zhaodi feel a chill down her spine.
Her voice trembling, she said, "Wu, what’s wrong with you?"
Continuous ethereal Buddhist chants battered Zhang Yunwu’s ears, as the image before him turned a ghastly pink. His once steady and gentle wife seed like those lowly won, flaunting her charm.
"Whore... whore..."
The axe was now in Zhang Yunwu’s hands, his gaze toward his wife was full of violence and murderous intent.
We Zhaodi was petrified with fear.
This was the first ti she had ever seen her husband like this.
He was as if possessed by a malevolent spirit, his entire being radiated a terrifying aura.
——
Atop the roof of Zhao Wancang’s house.
Li Nanshuang’s charming face was filled with astonishnt, "What’s gotten into Erniu? Could he have mistaken We Zhaodi for having an affair with another man? But knowing his temperant, even if he found out, he wouldn’t react like this."
Jiang Shouzhong’s fists were clenched tight, the palms sweaty.
Feng Yichen, who seed to be ditating behind him, cast a spell. The woman beside him, who was like a paper puppet, began to sway.
Feng Yichen gritted his teeth and asked, "Should we intervene now? This thing drains a lot of spirit, and I can’t hold up much longer."
"Wait a bit longer."
Jiang Shouzhong’s gaze was fixed on the scene inside the house, his expression grim.
Clearly, whether he would have stood by or not, We Zhaodi was not harassed by Jiang Qing.
The source of this tragedy was... Zhang!
—
"Slut... whore... all deserves to die..."
Zhang Yunwu gasped for air, stepping forward with bloodshot eyes void of any emotion.
The bloodthirsty rage in the man’s temples rampaged chaotically in that narrow space between them, as if filled with a monk’s hatred, eager to rip apart the woman before him to vent his fury.
"Wu... Brother Wu..."
We Zhaodi’s pale face showed confusion as to what was occurring with her husband.
At that mont, her thoughts and emotions were seized by intense alarm and fear, even the waves of desire on her body receded.
Before she could react, the man’s sturdy hands gripped her slender neck, lifting her up.
We Zhaodi struggled to breathe, felt pressure in her chest, and instinctively struggled, her sharp nails accidentally scratching the man’s face during the panic.
"Daddy..."
Zhang Yue’er cried out and rushed in front of Zhang Yunwu, her tiny fists pounding on the man’s legs, "Daddy, let go of Mommy! Let her go!"
In helpless desperation, the little girl picked up a rag doll previously given to her by Lu Renjia and forcefully pounded on the man with it.
"Get away!"
The man flung Zhang Yue’er aside.
The petite girl was sent flying, her head unfortunately knocking against the edge of a table.
Bright red blood slowly began to trickle out from the back of her head.
Zhang Yue’er lay motionless on the ground, only a torn rag doll remaining in her hand.
Zhang Yunwu froze.
The red, fierce look in his eyes restored so clarity, and the grip on the woman’s neck loosened a bit.
"Yue’er!!"
Freeing herself, We Zhaodi saw this scene and felt the world spinning around her, rushing over with a heart-tearing howl.
Zhang Yunwu’s lips trembled.
The next mont, the flamboyant scene before his eyes re-erged, and a strong, foreign feeling of hatred struck his heart like a viper.
"Bitch! You dare betray !"
Zhang Yunwu raised the axe and chopped viciously towards the woman’s neck.
—
Western Regions, Bailan Peak.
This is the sacred land of the Esoteric Sect, one of the eight great Mahayana factions, Extre Bliss.
The huge ancient bronze gates were shut tightly, covered with complex Sanskrit talismans emitting a faint golden glow.
Inside the majestic and splendid hall sparkled with golden light and auspicious qi in thousands of streams.
A row of enormous Buddha statues stood solemnly, their expressions compassionate and serene.
And in this holy place, there were many n and won, either half-dressed in monk’s robes or completely nude, embracing each other in obscene acts, filling the atmosphere that should have been solemn and respectful with lascivious and decadent air.
Suddenly, a loud boom thundered.
The entire hall shook slightly, startling everyone inside.
The monks looked at each other, clueless.
A woman dressed in bright red monastic robes slowly descended inside the hall, gazing at a high mountain outside the hall with furrowed brows, silent.
The woman’s face was filled with sympathy, yet her body was wrapped in a waft of seductive qi.
"Greetings, Buddha Mother."
The monks hastily knelt down to salute.
An elder asked puzzledly, "Buddha Mother, was there an earthquake on the mountain?"
The Buddha Mother said calmly, "That ferocious Buddha is about to awaken."
Ferocious Buddha.
The crowd wore expressions of bewildernt, and so older monks seed to recall sothing, turning pale.
A girl of about sixteen or seventeen curiously inquired, "Who is this Ferocious Buddha?"
The Buddha Mother’s golden eyes shimred seductively as she smiled and said, "That Buddha Lord, in fury over our sect’s use of the ’Joyful Emptiness Dual Practice’ as a thod for attaining enlightennt, considering it a perversion and profanity, lashed out in a killing spree.
Had it not been for his worldly fiancée betraying him at a critical mont, sending him into the endless pits of Hell, we would probably already be dead.
However, that Buddha Lord had the Buddha relics, allowing reincarnation. Once awakened..."
The Buddha Mother stopped speaking then.
Listening, the girl was astonished and couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, "Which Buddha is he then?"
The Buddha Mother’s golden eyes turned towards that steep mountain.
With a soft sigh, she said, "Deluded and ignorant are those who claim existence in the five aggregates, failing to comprehend true nature, such people will never see the Buddha."
The mountain shook violently.
A huge Buddha statue gradually beca visible.
In the image of the Buddha holding a Vajra Pestle, wearing a crown of five skulls, his expression stern and resolute, eyes wide open with a wrathful gaze.
Protector Deity of the Esoteric Sect—Wrathful Vajra!
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