Amidst the solemn chanting, countless golden swastika characters appeared, and they continuously penetrated into the flesh ball, killing, fighting, and soaking it.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
Meatball's weird cry echoed throughout the White House, and also woke up Bai Yuexuan who was dozing in the room.
Of course he wanted to see the famous scene of the master subduing demons. As for whether it was just out of curiosity, hehe, he didn't need to think about it.
Bai Yuexuan gently opened the window a small crack and looked into the pond. He saw a flesh ball surrounded by countless golden Buddha lights, rushing left and right, constantly struggling.
"It is true. It seems that in the future... we still need to form more good relationships. Otherwise, if this monster is powerful, the family will be miserable."
Not to mention Bai Yuexuan, the melon-eating crowd on one side, the little devil transformed the scene.
Under the snow-white moonlight, the flesh ball gradually gave up its struggle and became quiet, until it completely lay flat, and even took the initiative to introduce the scriptures into the body.
"...the mantra says: Reveal the truth, reveal the truth, Polo reveals the truth, Pāloṇṭhāna reveals the truth, Bodhisattva reveals the truth."
As soon as the words fell, the flesh ball suddenly erupted with a strong light. The person's eyes turned white, and then they could no longer see anything.
Of course, this does not include Ye Yuan. He has magic power. Although it is not strong, he has inherent characteristics. When strong light bursts out, the magic power automatically protects his eyes.
Therefore, he saw everything clearly.
In this dazzling golden light, the meat ball exploded, just like the newborn Nezha on TV.
At this time, the fetal membranes ruptured, and a little guy wearing a red bellyband was born.
Not to mention, the little guy is so chubby that he looks like a New Year doll, which is quite cute.
Just when a thought flashed through his mind, Ye Yuan looked weird.
"Nezha's fleshy balls were split open by his biological father Li Jing with a sword. This little kid was rescued by Master Bao with Buddhist scriptures."
"So, from this we can deduce that this is the child of our own master?"
Just when Ye Yuan was thinking about these irrelevant things, the little guy who ran out of the meat ball finally opened his eyes.
The little guy saw Ye Yuan's bald head at first glance, with a look of intimacy and hesitation in his eyes.
Then, the little guy looked at the other little bald head...the little dialectical monk, well, after just a moment, his eyes were full of disgust.
Finally, the little guy looked at the third person present, the old bald Dao Yue.
After just a glance, the little guy quickly looked away, his disgust evident.
At this time, Daoyue was also looking at the little guy in the air.
His face looked very strange, and he secretly wondered if he had read the wrong scripture.
Shouldn't it be a transcendent ghost?
Now...how did a little ghost appear?
This is unscientific!
No, it should be said that this is not metaphysical!
No matter how much Dao Yue didn't want to believe it, at the right moment... the little guy was a ghost.
However, it's not just a ghost.
In short, the little guy is in a very special state now, half ghost and half Buddha, so Buddhist scriptures are beneficial to him.
Dao Yue was a little confused. He didn't know whether he should continue to slay demons or not, let alone whether his methods were still useful.
The scene was silent, and suddenly a dark cloud floated in the sky, blocking the moon, the moon in Baifu.
"My dear daughter, where are you? Come to mother quickly."
The cold and strange singing sound gave goosebumps to those who listened to it.
Daoyue's face suddenly tightened and he said.
"Ghost mother!"
The next moment, a beautiful bride wearing a bright red wedding dress suddenly appeared next to Dao Yue. The hair on his body stood up and his face was extremely stiff: He kicked the iron plate!
"My dear daughter, you are here!"
Ye Yuan stared at the stern-faced master, his face tightened, and he tried his best not to curse.
This unlucky master didn’t do any back-up work before taking on the business.
Now it's okay, let's provoke the old ghost behind the kid.
This old ghost is not easy to mess with, if Ye Yuan saw it right.
This woman hanged herself with the child in her belly on her wedding night.
The Ghost Bride is already vicious enough, but now that she has to add the identity of the Hanged Ghost and the Ghost Mother, it becomes even more vicious.
Ye Yuan has every reason to worry: the cheap master can't beat the opponent.
Just when Ye Yuan was worried, the ghost mother hugged the little girl, her daughter, in the air.
Although her breath has changed a bit and her appearance has also changed, the connection between mother and daughter from the depths of her soul cannot be broken.
"Bah...bah...ah..."
As soon as the female ghost hugged her daughter, she was burned by the Buddha's light on her body and smoked.
"ah…"
The little girl also cried out in pain and immediately took two steps back, looking at the ghost mother with a trace of fear on her face.
It was obvious that she was hurt too.
The female ghost found her daughter, but could not touch her. She immediately turned her head and glared at Daoyue, with murderous intent boiling over her.
"You... deserve... to die!"
Suddenly, the wind blew strongly, and Ye Yuan only felt that his body... was slightly cold, but he soon recovered, feeling cool and very comfortable.
Well, if I could keep one, I wouldn't need air conditioning in summer.
"Creak, creak..."
This is?
Ye Yuan turned his head and saw that the little dialectical monk next to him had a pale face and his body was still shaking uncontrollably.
As for the sound, it was his teeth chattering.
Ye Yuan immediately grabbed the little dialectical monk's wrist, stretched out a ray of magic power, and activated the "Heart Sutra" in his arms.
Immediately, the Buddha's light protected his body, and the young monk Dialectical recovered. He felt a little happy and a little disappointed and thanked him.
"Thank you, junior brother."
The little dialectical monk was in a very complicated mood at this time. He was obviously the first to get started, but he was too far behind.
Although he felt disappointed, he quickly cheered up: I will definitely be good!
Ye Yuan told the truth.
"I didn't do anything. The Buddhist scriptures given by Master are more useful."
At this time, the ghost mother had already fought against Dao Yue.
Between the two of them, the ghostly aura and the Buddha's light were incompatible with each other.
But anyone with a discerning eye can see it.
Buddha's Light occupies an absolute disadvantage. It is getting weaker and weaker, and its territory is getting smaller and smaller.
Ye Yuan naturally understood this and wanted to help, but...he wanted to but was powerless.
"elder brother!"
The crisp call should have been easily ignored.
But at this time, it was no more than a thunder that dispersed the ghostly spirit of howling ghosts and howling wolves, and even the dark clouds in the sky dissipated.
Under the pure white moonlight, countless ice crystals covered the flowers, grass, and pavilions, making the air chilly.
At this moment, all eyes, whether human or ghost, were focused on Ye Yuan...
Focusing on the shoulders, there was a little girl wearing a red bellyband sitting there. She was holding Ye Yuan's head with one hand and playfully kicking her two little feet in the air, playing happily.
The ghost mother suddenly turned into a black mist and came to Ye Yuan in an instant, staring at her daughter on his shoulder and asked.
"My dear daughter, can you speak now?"
The little girl looked at the ghost mother and shouted softly.
"mother!"
"ah."
With a scream, everyone in the White Mansion fell asleep instantly. I am afraid that even if someone burns them with fire, they will not wake up.
That's why the ghost mother showed mercy.
After all, soul attacks are the most deadly.
The screams lasted for a full minute before the ghost mother finally calmed down a bit, stared at her poor daughter and cried.
"Good daughter, I'm sorry for you. I made you look like that. You can't even be considered a ghost baby, let alone be able to speak."
As she spoke, the ghost mother's eyes shone with tears, and two crystal clear tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
The little girl wanted to reach out to wipe away the tears of the ghost mother, but suddenly there was a hint of fear in her eyes, and her chubby little hand stopped in mid-air.