Chapter 79: Exclusive to Jinjiang 3/3

– Liang Liang and Doo Doo have a great CP feeling and shallowly chew a bite. Doo Liang is real!

– These two are just buddies, but their performance is already sweet. Now, Octopus and FuFu, you can’t disappoint me!!

– Octopus and FuFu are just buddies too (dog heads).

This performance ended, and everyone was still wanting more.

The host reported on stage, and when introducing the next group, Teacher Octopus, the screen was already filled with barrage comments of “husband” CP.

While other CPs were “XX is Rio,” Octopus and FuFu had a unique style, and the barrage was full of “husband is husband.”

“Next, let’s welcome Octopus and FuFu to bring us the final performance!”

As soon as the host finished speaking, enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience.

Backstage, Shi Zhang squeezed Song Fuzhi’s fingertips and asked, “Nervous?”

Song Fuzhi took a breath and whispered, “Nervous. But I’m not afraid.”

Because Shi Zhang’s palm was warm and firm, facing anything with him made her unafraid.

The dark stage gradually lit up with the sound of clappers and the jingling of carts and horses. A tall figure emerged from the neighborhood tavern, wearing plain, three-layered clothing, the typical attire of a monk.

Most monks were simple and humble, with lowered brows and gentle expressions. However, this monk had a remarkably handsome face, long hair loosely tied into a bun, and a cold demeanor that captivated the eyes but dared not be stared at for too long.

What contradicted his monk identity the most was the crimson vajra dagger hanging from his waist. Unlike the dignified and mottled golden-bronze ritual objects, this vajra dagger was entirely red, gleaming with a strange light, as if soaked and dyed in fresh blood!

At the sight of this iconic crimson vajra dagger, it was clear that this was the ruthless defector of the Buddhist sect, known as the “Crimson Monk.”

The monks both hated and feared him, unable to retreat. However, the real-life audience was excited, screaming and waving glow sticks.

“Ah, it’s ‘The Crimson Monk’!!”

“Fufu’s Crimson Monk is so handsome (screams), Lord Buddha, please accept me!!”

“That octopus teacher must be a versatile demon! Sobbing, I already feel it’s going to be heartbreaking…”

“Don’t be heartbroken, don’t be heartbroken. Ah, I think I know what will happen next!”

“The Crimson Monk” is a domestically produced original ancient-style animation. The plot is quite cliché, but the art style is captivating, the pace of the story is fast, and the two male protagonists are extremely handsome, making it very popular.

The main plot is simple: the Crimson Monk travels far and wide, exterminating demons and evil spirits. After experiencing the vicissitudes of the human world, he gradually discovers his own past and the secrets of the demons he killed.

Most followers of Buddhism are kind and compassionate, focusing on salvation. However, the Crimson Monk, breaking the prohibition against killing, is more ruthless than even the most wicked criminals. As a result, he is expelled from the Buddhist sect, and his fellow disciples look at him with disdain.

With FuFu’s slow steps, the crimson vajra dagger gently swayed at his waist.

Dong! Suddenly, a drumbeat echoed, and a majestic tiger demon appeared from behind a tree. The man had amber eyes, well-defined muscles, and exuded wildness in every movement. Tiger roars surrounded the area in all directions.

The Crimson Monk’s eyes flashed, and he murmured, “Caught you.” The next moment, he swiftly threw several sharp vajra daggers, aiming for the vital points of the tiger demon.

Killing demons was an instinct engraved in him, and encountering one meant swift elimination without much thought.

The tiger demon blocked these attacks, and the two instantly closed in, engaging in a fierce battle.

Both were aiming to take each other’s lives, making it a difficult separation.

However, for some reason, halfway through the fight, the tiger demon seemed to awaken from a dream, recalling many past events. His pupils widened, and he suddenly halted his offensive moves.

In that split second of distraction, the Crimson Monk ruthlessly thrust his dagger, and the tiger demon stiffened.

Despite being pierced through the chest, a faint smile appeared on the tiger demon’s lips.

Expressionless, the Crimson Monk stood up, withdrew the dagger, and indifferently hung the vajra dagger back at his waist, now even bloodier.

On the big screen visible only to the audience, a small cluster of white light floated out from the tiger demon’s chest, silently entering the Crimson Monk’s body from behind.

The music gradually slowed down, the tiger demon disappeared behind the moving backdrop, and the audience, who had been holding their breath, finally relaxed, erupting into spontaneous applause.

“Oh my god, that fight scene left me breathless.”

“So thrilling! Their movements were fast and fierce; I couldn’t keep up with my eyes! Can you really achieve this level of skill in just a day and a half?”

“Damn, so exciting, and so heartbreaking, QAQ.”

Stage combat is challenging because it has to look realistic and powerful without actually harming the other person. Every move has to be seamlessly coordinated, testing not only basic skills and proficiency but also the synergy between two individuals.

The Crimson Monk faced various challenges, with demons and monsters interspersed each time.

He remained as ruthless as ever, undefeated, and no demon could escape his hands.

However, what surprised the Crimson Monk was that, despite encountering renowned big demons in each location, they were not as formidable as expected.

To put it bluntly, it was almost as if they willingly fell into his hands.

The Crimson Monk also noticed that his killing of demons was not as decisive as before. When the vajra dagger pierced through a big demon’s chest, he even felt a fleeting sense of sadness.

But because of the constraints of the stage play, these changes had to be condensed into a few minutes, conveyed through the details of the fight scenes.

Every time a new scene started, Octopus Teacher would transform into a new monster, a crane demon, a black panther spirit, a mountain demon…

Their one-on-one battles were no longer as confrontational, and the Crimson Monk was no longer as fierce. Occasionally, he would hesitate for a few seconds, staring until his gaze was once again controlled by the killing intent, and only then would he take the life of the big demon.

This subtle and obscure change was portrayed excellently by Octopus and FuFu—the suddenly hovering vajra dagger, the momentarily softened gaze, and the almost embracing assassination.

The Crimson Monk didn’t know that every time he returned covered in blood, a new cluster of light would float from the slain demon into his body.

But he knew that he was slowly changing. The Crimson Monk, who used to leave after killing a demon, was turning into someone who would stand still by the blood pool of monsters, feeling sad for a long time.

And this time, as the Crimson Monk looked at the familiar amber eyes of the cat demon, he felt an inexplicable heartache. The sharp vajra dagger hovered half a foot in front of the demon, unable to strike.

To his surprise, the cat demon suddenly grabbed the Crimson Monk’s wrist, guided his attack, and thrust the vajra dagger into his own heart.

At this moment, the demon was very close to him. Its cold lips brushed against the Crimson Monk’s earlobe, and that fair skin sensibly revealed a touch of blood.

Hearing the demon’s low voice in his ear, it whispered, “Lord of Compassion, welcome back… Forget about me.”

[There’s more to say from the author.]