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Chapter five hundred and sixty-one: Venerable Zhizun, thank you for your dedication to science

Monk Zhixuan sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and murmured the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" in his mouth.

An invisible strangulation mark tightened around his neck. If it were an ordinary person, his face would have turned red because he could not breathe, and he would have been in extreme pain. However, he still had a calm face, and his lips were still moving quietly, very...

It looks a bit majestic.

Opposite him, a Taoist priest in white held a stopwatch in his hand and looked at the beating numbers on it with interest.

"Five minutes..."

Kong Qing glanced at the numbers on the stopwatch in his hand, and then looked at Monk Zhixuan opposite him, who still had a calm face and showed no signs of suffocation. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, and he turned to the beautiful woman beside him and said.

"Mei'er, take note, this kind of external physical entanglement attack can be truly reflected on the body of the person who is cast by the cursed doll, but it cannot prevent the other party from using spells to fight..."

After hearing his words, the beautiful woman holding the ancient mirror did not immediately start recording, but silently stretched out her little paws and scratched twice.

"Ten passes!"

The little paw scratched again.

After seeing this small action of the other party, the corners of Kong Qing's mouth twitched silently.

"No bargaining, if you don't write it, Pindao will open the door and find one of Ernie Niang's sisters to write it..."

"make a deal!"

Before she finished speaking, the alluring beauty had already put down the ancient mirror in her hand, appeared with a serious face beside a table covered with A4 paper behind Kong Qing, and began to write in earnest.

Kong Qing, who looked a little helpless, turned his head and looked at his assistant Hu Erniang beside him.

"Twenty Mother, let him go first. This great monk Zhixuan's Arhat's golden body should be the same inside and outside. This little trick probably won't do anything to him!"

"yes!"

Assistant Hu Erniang agreed, then raised her hand to untie the toy doll hanging on the lamp pole and took it off.

When the knot around the doll's neck was untied, the marks on Monk Zhixuan's neck also disappeared.

"Old monk really didn't expect..."

Monk Zhihong took a deep breath first, then looked up at Kong Qing.

"Tan Yue, you, the rising star of the Alchemy Sect and the successor of Qingxiazi, are so willing to degenerate that you actually learn such a despised art of witchcraft and curses."

"Hey! Can't you learn the art of witchcraft?"

Kong Qing tilted his head and tapped his temples with his hands, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"If I remember correctly, there is a monk named Varman in your Buddhist sect, and he is best at this kind of witchcraft and curse. It is said that he only needs to stand somewhere to draw a circle, or recite a few incantations.

, will the person opposite him be cursed down or even killed?

When Varman was cursing people to death, the poor monk did not see you, the great monk Zhixuan, jumping out and saying that Varman had fallen into depravity and was looked down upon by others. I remember, didn’t you Buddhists still call people divine curse masters? Why did you become so poor?

This is where it goes...

Is it true that a monk can touch it but a poor Taoist cannot?"

"Tan Yue's words are wrong..."

After hearing what Kong Qing said, Monk Zhixuan immediately retorted.

"What a divine spell master is, it's just the nonsense of some monks from the Western Regions who don't have a deep understanding of the essence of our Buddhism. No one in our Fahua family has recognized this title."

"Yes! You haven't admitted it, but you haven't denied it either..."

Kong Qing smiled and waved his hand.

"It's useless to talk too much. I don't know how to quibble. I just learned the art of curse. What do you want to do? Twenty Niang, put the needle in and poke him!"

"yes!"

After hearing Kong Qing's words, the assistant Hu Erniang immediately flashed out the five or six embroidery needles in her hand. Then with a snap, she mercilessly penetrated the cursed doll's body with one needle from top to bottom.

Chest.

The next moment, Kong Qing could clearly see that Monk Zhixuan trembled all over, his face turned pale, and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

"The great monk has great concentration..."

Kong Qing raised his hand to Monk Zhixuan and gave a thumbs up.

"Twenty-year-old girl, continue!"

"yes!"

The assistant Hu Erniang agreed, and then immediately and neatly inserted four needles into the limbs of the cursed doll of the great monk Zhihong.

As Twenty Niang's injections fell, Kong Qing could see the body of the great monk Zhixuan trembling slightly, but it became lighter every time. When the last injection came, the other party just frowned slightly and resisted.

passed.

"Mei'er, take note, penetrating physical attacks are more effective than entanglement attacks, but the same pain does not seem to be effectively superimposed, nor can it prevent the opponent from using spells to counteract and analgesia..."

"yes!"

A certain sky fox agreed, then picked up the pen and continued to write furiously.

"Next is the attribute attack..."

Kong Qing turned to look at Erwen Niang.

"set fire!"

"yes!"

After hearing what Kong Qing said, Twenty Niang skillfully dragged a brazier from the side, then threw the cursed doll into it without hesitation, and also added some gasoline.

boom!

The blazing flames rose up and completely enveloped the cursed doll.

This time, Monk Zhixuan finally could no longer maintain his majestic and dignified demeanor. Just when the flames rose from the cursed doll, he let out a scream and fell to the ground, his hands trembling.

After shaking it several times, I finally managed to get a bottle seal.

"Nawuheluodaona, Duolueyeye, Nawu Ajuye..."

After muttering for more than half a minute, the expression on Monk Zhixuan's face finally regained his composure. He climbed up from the ground with difficulty and sat down again tremblingly.

"Mei'er, remember, the effect of attribute attacks is almost the same as that of physical attacks, except that the area is larger and the pain caused is more powerful."

"..."

"Twenty-year-old mother, shock him!"

Assistant Hu Erniang dragged out a battery and clamped the positive and negative clips on the cursed doll.

Zi La La...

"Nawuheluodaona, Duolueyeye, Nawu Ajuye..."

"Twenty Niang, freezing attack!"

Wow!

A bottle of liquid nitrogen was poured directly on the cursed doll.

呲呲呲……

"Nawuheluodaona, Duolueyeye, Nawu Ajuye..."

"Mei'er, take note, the cursed doll can only transmit feelings, such as pain, numbness, itching, etc., but the additional physical damage from attribute attacks will not really be fed back to the body."

"Now is the magic attack, Twenty Niang, power up the talisman!"

Tear!

Twenty Niang raised her hand and tore open a talisman. A bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air and struck the cursed doll accurately.

"Nawuheluodaona, Duolueyeye, Nawu Ajuye..."

"Mei'er, take note, magic attacks are almost the same as physical attacks. They can only transmit the pain or other sensations caused by the damage, but cannot transmit the damage."



"My lord, this guy is very powerful!"

Search Fox Twenty Lady looked at the old monk in front of her who finally couldn't help but passed out, and stuck out her tongue.

"I've endured so much torture and still managed to survive until now..."

"It's not that he's great, it's that the one who made this cursed camera showed mercy."

Kong Qing touched his chin with his hand, looking thoughtful.

"After all, Doraemon is a children's animation, so although the things that come out of it are unreasonable, they are relatively mild and will not really cause death. Mei'er..."

Kong Qing turned his head and looked at a certain sky fox behind him.

"Come on, Twenty Guan, use your illusion directly on this cursed doll and see what effect it has."

"receive!"

As soon as Kong Qing finished speaking, a certain sky fox appeared next to Erwen Niang at a speed that was almost teleporting. It stretched out its white tender hand and pointed at the head of the cursed doll.

"Xinhu Huanmeng!"

As the fox's mana entered the cursed doll one day, the face of Monk Zhixuan who was lying aside twitched for a few moments.

"It actually works..."

One day, the fox put his hand on the cursed doll's head, with a look of surprise on his face.

"This doll is just like him."

"It seems that Pindao's prediction was good. This cursed doll is not connected to the other party's body, but to his soul."

Kong Qing nodded thoughtfully and continued.

"Just now, the great monk Zhixuan has experienced the innocence before... Pindao's father was stabbed through the chest by a rebel army. Now you use illusion to give him a near-death experience of hanging, so that the great monk can experience it again.

Experience what it is like when a poor mother dies."

"yes!"



Monk Zhihong felt that his face was swollen and his breathing became extremely difficult. His whole body seemed to be sliding towards the endless hell. In the vagueness, he seemed to see a brilliant mandala flower.

He instinctively wanted to leave here, but his limbs were weak and he could only watch himself slipping down bit by bit.

It may be a moment, or it may be a long time...

Time seems to have no meaning here, and every bit of his life comes to mind, very vividly.

For example, when he was a wandering child, he was moved when he received alms from the monks of the Fahua Sect, and how determined he was when he worked tirelessly and traveled around for the benefit of the sect as a young man. But more of them were when he contacted Meng Meng.

When Meng Rang and others were kidnapped, I saw with my own eyes the people who were driven away from their homes by Meng Rang and others, as well as the people who were harmed by the war and died silently.

"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva!"

At this time, Monk Zhihong seemed to realize belatedly that he might not actually have a clear conscience about the deaths of these people as he thought.

puff!

A basin of cold water was poured directly on his head to wake him up.

At this time, the confused monk Zhihong realized that he was not really dead, but was still huddled in front of the palace lantern curtain of the Taoist priest in white. He raised his head and met a pair of playful eyes.

"Congratulations, Monk Zhihong. Because of your dedication, we have systematically understood the scientific method of using the cursed doll. Now we will continue to verify the scientific hypothesis of a cursed camera. Please continue to cooperate!"

"Hehe..."

The great monk Zhihong twitched the corners of his mouth with difficulty, as if he was planning to say something, but before he could say anything, he saw the other person's fingers already playing on the strings.

"cut!"

Just when the blood in his throat shot out like a fountain, a brilliant golden light appeared in the eyes of the great monk Zhixuan. Then he felt that his soul had involuntarily shed its shell and turned towards that golden light.

.

Before his soul was submerged in the golden light, a familiar voice came to his ears.

Click!

"Hey! This camera can actually take pictures of souls... Hey! My lord, the original cursed doll has disappeared!"


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