When Sang and Zhao Zhenren received the notice from Ning Mansion, they hurried over after not sleeping a wink all night.
When the two of them saw Ning Qi covering her head in pain and roaring like a filial piety, their faces darkened.
"Zhenzhen Zhao!"
The latter nodded, and a black thread suddenly appeared in his hand.
Zhao Zhenren struck three times, five divided two, and wrapped Ning Qi's body with silk thread.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Zhenren bit his fingertip, and blood flowed down the silk thread, gradually dyeing all the threads red.
The sound of the Dharma bell shaking penetrated Ning Qi's ears.
Ning Qi, who was already in pain, became even more uncomfortable.
"Real person, sir, this..."
Sang raised his hand to signal Mrs. Ning not to speak yet, and while placing the fly whisk between Ning Qi's eyebrows:
"All sentient beings who have not yet been liberated have uncertain nature and consciousness. Bad habits have accumulated karma, and good habits have resulted. They do good and evil, and are born according to circumstances..."
Sang recited the Ksitigarbha Sutra, and bursts of golden light shone with each other along with the bells.
Immediately, a golden lotus bloomed between Ning Qi's eyebrows.
But I saw a dark shadow faintly appearing behind Ning Qi!
The black shadow was twisted and entangled, and a pair of hands firmly grasped Ning Qi's shoulders, as if it didn't want to break free from Ning Qi's body.
Zhenren Zhao snorted coldly, wrapped the red thread around it, and directly strangled the black shadow's neck.
The golden sword in his hand fell heavily.
The black shadow's body was cut in half, and the screams were accompanied by strong winds, which instantly broke the doors and windows.
Ning Qi raised her head and wailed in great pain.
"receive!"
As soon as Zhao Zhenren wound the silk thread and raised the magic bell, the black shadow completely disappeared!
Without waiting for Mrs. Ning to ask, Ning Qi covered her chest, fell down and vomited on the ground.
When I took a closer look, I saw it was a pool of black unknown liquid!
"Sure enough, it's evil!" Sang Tong shrank, and a peach wood square box appeared in his palm.
The black liquid was immediately put into the box and sealed with a spell.
"Sir, Master, how is Ning Qi?" Mrs. Ning asked quickly.
Looking at Ning Qi who fell asleep again, Sang comforted:
"Madam, don't worry, the evil spirits in her body have been driven out by me and Zhenren Zhao."
"He should have contracted this unknowingly while in the ghost market."
"Later, I will write a prescription. After you take the medicine, give it to him three bowls a day."
"It's a prescription for nourishing blood and qi, helping him strengthen his foundation and strengthen his vitality."
Mrs. Ning thanked her profusely.
Half an hour later, Sang and Zhao Zhenren left Ning Mansion.
Looking at Sang with a tired look on his face, Zhao Zhenren couldn't help but said:
"Studying the art of bone china will cost you a lot."
"I'm afraid you won't be able to use exorcism methods in a short period of time."
Sang nodded, and after finding a relatively secluded place with Zhenren Zhao, he took out the wooden box from his sleeve.
What is shocking is that when we were in Ning Mansion, the talismans on the wooden box were completely affixed.
But now... the cinnabar talismans on this charm have begun to show signs of melting.
Zhao Zhenren's face darkened, and Sang made a gesture.
After looking around and seeing no one there, he took out a writing brush from his bag and, with the help of gold powder, wrote a series of Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures.
However……
"Wow..."
It's like the sound of lapping waves.
Whether it is Taoist spells or Buddhist scriptures, they appear to be dissolving rapidly!
"There's something wrong with this thing!" Sang said in a deep voice: "If it's an ordinary evil spirit, this Zhiyang peach wood box is enough."
"Not to mention, there are Buddhist scriptures and mantras as assistance."
"It seems...that we need your Lushan Sect's legal services!"
Zhenren Zhao nodded: "Without further delay, we will return to Lanruo Temple immediately!"
…
On the other side, Acheng, who had no idea about this, had arrived at the mountain behind Lanxi Town, accompanied by the Yinshan boy.
Ah Cheng is very familiar with this mountain.
"A-Cheng, do you come to this mountain range often?" the boy from Yinshan asked.
"Half and half." Acheng struggled to climb to a higher place, wiping the sweat on his face from time to time: "Halfway up this mountain, there are often some orchids blooming."
"My mother likes orchids, so I often come to pick them."
"But...I haven't been to the top of the mountain either."
"But...it's also strange..."
"Why did I climb this mountain today and suddenly feel that the mountains are much higher?"
"Is it my imagination?"
The Yinshan boy on his shoulder couldn't help but be startled, and immediately looked up.
The sky was clear and there seemed to be no mystery.
But the Yinshan boy gradually frowned. He always felt... something was wrong.
Suddenly, Cheng, who had just climbed up a flat slope, slipped inexplicably.
"A Cheng!"
The Yinshan boy quickly grabbed Acheng's hand, but it was unable to withstand Acheng's weight. The boy rolled down the steep slope that appeared inexplicably.
"Shattered peace!"
The Yinshan boy quickly smashed out a small bowl.
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As the blessing bowl shattered, Cheng suddenly felt that the wounds on his body were no longer so painful.
After finally regaining his composure, he took a closer look and saw an inexplicable village in front of him.
"Is...is there a village here?" Cheng was about to get up when he suddenly felt pain.
When I looked down, my left leg seemed a little deformed.
After the Yinshan boy checked, his face darkened:
"A Cheng, you have a broken bone!"
"I obviously used magic, but I still broke your bones!"
"It seems...this trip is dangerous!"
"A Cheng, let's get out of here quickly!"
Ah Cheng wiped the blood on his face, turned around and looked around, and couldn't help but be startled.
"Yinshan, this..."
In shock, they turned around and saw that the steep slope they were supposed to be rolling down was completely missing!
Instead, there was a cliff.
Looking up, you can’t even see the top!
"how so!"
"A-Cheng, you stay here first, I'll go take a look around!"
The Yinshan boy turned into a stream of light and quickly circled around. What shocked him was that after such a sudden accident, the entire mountain seemed to have changed its terrain.
Even Lanxi Town, which should have been vaguely visible, was actually missing at this time!
The Yinshan boy grabbed his braid with some irritability.
Cheng's mouth twitched: "I think you should stop pulling it. If you continue to pull it, you will be bald."
"Yeah!" The Yinshan boy shouted angrily: "Why are you so tough!"
"I told you not to come!"
"If you let that evil monk know this, and I put you in danger again, you will have to kill me!"
Acheng curled his lips and said, "It's like this anyway. My legs are still hurting. Why don't I go to the village first?"
The Yinshan boy nodded helplessly.
The village doesn't look big, more like a few scattered houses, located here, it looks a bit smoky.
After the Yinshan boy cast a spell to temporarily numb Acheng's pain, he helped Acheng and limped to the front of the village.
It seemed that because of some noise, a young man living at the end of the village came out.
What surprised Acheng was that this man was tall and tall, as if he was not of Han descent, and judging from his dress, he looked more like... a barbarian?
"Are you..." the man asked with a hint of vigilance, holding a hoe.
Acheng quickly raised his hands and said, "This brother, my name is Ning Caichen. He is from Lanxi Town. Because he doesn't know the mountain roads, he came here by accident."
While explaining, the Yinshan boy also looked at the man cautiously.
However, he saw that the man did not have any evil aura at all, which made him feel slightly relieved.
It seems like... an ordinary person?
Listening to Cheng's explanation, the man relaxed his vigilance slightly:
"It seems that you are injured."
"In that case, come with me."
As he said that, the barbarian in front of him took the lead, and the Yinshan boy supported Ah Cheng and limped into the village.
"Miss Xiaoyu, I have to trouble you!"
After the man called out, a girl in a red dress walked out not far away.
"Huh? It's her!"
The little boy from Yinshan, Tongkong Ning, suddenly became vigilant.
Because this girl named Xiaoyu was the last person who met the scholar in the ghost market yesterday.
Although Acheng didn't notice it, the Yinshan boy saw it clearly at that time.
"A Cheng..." The Yinshan boy whispered: "The residents here... may have some secrets, so be careful when dealing with them."
However, after the words fell, there was no reaction from Acheng.
"A Cheng?"
The Yinshan boy took a strange look and saw Acheng staring at the woman named Xiaoyu, his expression even a little dull.
"..." The Yinshan boy suddenly cursed: "Nympho! Nympho!"
Xiao Yu walked forward and saw Ah Cheng's injured leg, and couldn't help but say:
"Young Master, what are you..."
"Forget it, come with me. I'll fix your wound first."
With that said, Xiaoyu called over two men.
However, the appearance of these two men...appeared in Class 1, Class 3, where Yang Cheng belonged to Lanruo Hotel!
…
Within Ning Mansion:
"What! Cheng is missing!"
After listening to the housekeeper's report, Mrs. Ning's expression changed drastically:
"When did you go out?"
The housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead and said hesitantly:
"Madam... it should be... it should be very early..."
"When the young master went out, no... no maids or servants saw him!"
Mrs. Ning sighed with a headache.
Although I think this is really not good.
But we can only ask the housekeeper to find Sang and Zhao Zhenren again.
…
At the same time, the two people hurriedly returned to Lanruo Temple and immediately began to arrange the rituals.
At this time, not only the charms and scriptures, but also the box began to show signs of corrosion.
As soon as Sang placed the box in the center of the ritual table, the black liquid began to seep out.
"Zhenzhen Zhao!"
Sang twitched his fly whisk, and another string of Buddhist beads appeared in his hand. With the blessing of the two treasures, he saw Sang reciting a very strange scripture.
The scripture sounds like a Taoist mantra, but it also has a hint of Sanskrit meaning.
Zhenren Zhao quickly placed many magical instruments around the altar.
As the ceremony began, the Lushan School's techniques and the power of Buddhist and Taoist practices began to imprison the black liquid that was constantly seeping.
The liquid was quickly suppressed by this force and began to retreat.
But at this moment:
"Mr. Sang, Mr. Zhao, something is wrong!"
"Master Acheng is missing!"
The housekeeper pushed open the door violently.
The originally beautifully arranged altar ceremony suddenly had a "shengmen" appear.
Both Sang and Zhao Zhenren's expressions changed. They turned pale immediately and vomited a mouthful of blood on the ground.
Look at the black liquid, it rushed out of the room in an instant!