Wu Family Sword Spirit

Chapter 136

Hearing the monk's snoring, I thought to myself, this guy has finally finished his troubles, and I can do my business with peace of mind.

I took out the things I had prepared and walked to a remote corner of the yard. When I passed by the grave that the monk had piled for the big wolf dog, I took another look. Not to mention, the monk was still working hard. What a good hand. This dog's grave was piled up very neatly. He was a kind-hearted monk.

After walking to the corner, I opened the puppet wrapped in newspaper, took out the yellow paper, cut my finger, and wrote Tian Ning's birthday on the yellow paper. Tian Ning's birthday Li Erhua from the detention center told me the horoscopes. I hope nothing goes wrong. If not, it will be troublesome. If not, others will suffer. I will definitely not be able to spare Li Erhua.

I think that kid was beaten into a bear shape by me, so he shouldn't dare to lie to me.

After drawing the birth date and birth date, I pasted the piece of yellow paper on the puppet's head. Then I took out Tian Ning's hair and wrapped it around the puppet's head a few times. Immediately, I picked up the puppet. Placed neatly on a stone.

I sat cross-legged next to your stone, made a hand formula, and recited according to the formula of Wu's family secret technique about guiding the upper body of the spirit: "Original Anzhen, tell all spirits; Yuedu Zhenguan, the god of the upper and lower mansions, Sacrifice on the left and the right, don’t panic; return to the righteous way, clarify the inside and outside; keep your positions, guard the front of the stage, and the Supreme Commander, search for evil spirits..."

This mantra requires a certain cadence and tone when reciting it. When reciting the mantra, you must also pour spiritual power into your thoughts so that it can work. Seeing that there are still two or three sentences left to complete the mantra. At this time, my shoulders suddenly felt heavy, and a voice said in my ear: "What are you doing?"

My heart sank, and I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest. My throat felt so sweet that I almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

This method is about concentrating on one's mind, keeping one's mind in one place, and not being disturbed by external forces in the middle. Suddenly, a big hand patted on my shoulder, which made my spell stop, and that's all. The spiritual power together has nowhere to vent, and it directly backfired on me. The feeling is not to mention how uncomfortable. Fortunately, my cultivation base is still low, and my spiritual power is not enough. Serious injury.

This feeling was like a lump in my throat, which made me feel aggrieved for a while.

I looked back and saw that the person who interrupted my practice was actually the crazy monk. Wasn't he sleeping just now?He was snoring like thunder, and as soon as he saw him, he became angry and slapped the crazy monk on the chest with his hand.

The crazy monk reacted quickly. With a sway and a tip of his toes, he flew back two or three meters and looked at me with a smile on his face.

Seeing the behavior of this crazy monk, I couldn't help but be surprised. He is definitely a practitioner, and his cultivation level is not low. I said that I have been careful and vigilant along the way, but this monk can actually be quiet enough. He followed me silently. He turned out to be a master, but what exactly does this master do?
The more I thought about it, the weirder I became. I met such a monk for no reason. It was probably not a coincidence, but maybe it was arranged by someone.

Could it be that the master Luo Xiang arranged to deal with me?

Probably!

When I thought of this, my anger rushed up, and I used my palms to hit the crazy monk.

The crazy monk waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Don't make the first move. Why do you think you're the one who hits and kills when you come up? If there's anything you can't talk about..."

"Speaking of you, you must be a fake monk, sent by Luo Xiang to harm me, right?" I said angrily, but kept walking.

The monk scratched his bald head and said with an innocent face: "The young monk and the donor met by chance. How can you say that someone ordered you to frame you? You must have misunderstood the young monk..."

"Don't talk nonsense. If you weren't sent by Luo Xiang to harm me, why did you suddenly interrupt me when I was casting a spell and cause me to suffer this backlash?" I said angrily.

"Don't do it... don't do it. We have to talk to you. Monks are most taboo about fighting with others. I have never heard of Luo Xiang you are talking about. You have really wronged me. The reason for what I just said When I came out, I felt the fluctuations in the Qi field around me, so I came out to take a look..." The young monk explained continuously.

Hearing what he said, I stopped in my tracks, looked at him with a gloomy face and said, "Are you really not sent by Luo Xiang?"

The monk shook his head innocently: "That's not true. It's only my second day since I came to this city. I don't know anyone who can make gongs and pots, but I know you, the little benefactor..."

"It seems that you are also a practitioner. Don't you know that being disturbed while casting a spell will cause backlash?" I asked.

The monk shook his head in embarrassment and said: "Of course the young monk knows this, but the magic you just saw was not a serious magic, but something like a witchcraft. I am afraid that the little donor will not be able to do it well." Righteousness, harming innocent people, that's why I intervene, don't be offended... don't be offended..."

I stood there and looked at him, still not believing what he said.

He then explained again: "The little monk is really not sent by anyone. If he wanted to harm you just now, he could have attacked you while you were casting a spell. Even if you had eight lives, you would have died long ago. Do you think so?" "

This is true. When I cast the spell, I concentrated on it and my mind was unified. Everything around me was basically blocked out. If this monk really wanted to harm me, he picked up a brick from the ground and smashed it on my head. I will probably be disabled even if I don't die.

Thinking of this, I softened my tone and asked, "What do you do as a monk? Why am I so unlucky to meet such a lunatic like you..."

The crazy monk chuckled, then clasped his hands together, and said with a serious face: "The young monk, whose name is Shi Xin, is the true disciple of Master Huijue, the abbot of Ziliang Mountain, and the future successor of Ziliang Mountain, traveling all the way from Qiucheng District So far, I have fallen in love with the mortal world, practiced Buddhism extensively, and saved the world...Namo Amitabha..."

"Stop, stop, stop! Don't brag in front of me. You, a monk, brag and don't even draft a draft, and you are a true disciple of Master Huijue of Ziliang Mountain? If you are a disciple of Master Huijue, I am still a true disciple of the current headmaster of Xuanmen. , can you tell the truth, who are you? I think you may not even be a real monk..." I said angrily.

The crazy monk shook his head and said helplessly: "Oh, you don't believe me when I tell you the truth, but you want me to tell lies. So what else can I say?"

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