Kowloon coffin

Chapter 69
If the vengeful spirit was still in human form when it first appeared in front of us, now that it is chanted by the monk, let alone a human being, it looks like an alien creature, disgusting and terrifying.

I don’t know what’s going on with me now, maybe my soul is out of my body, but I’m not out of my body, maybe I’m still in my body, I can’t close my eyes, and the monk’s angle of view also moves away with me when I move my sight He said sharply to me, "Don't disturb me."

"Ok."

I obediently agreed, this is all angered by the monk, I don’t even talk about the poor monk, and I still expect him to send us out when the time comes, can you be cute.

It was just a question and answer time, and the monk found out from nowhere a Bodara, which is the thing that Fahai collected the white snake in the TV series. It is such a big thing that I don’t know where he hid it before. Could it be Hidden in the soul.

Just as he was secretly speculating, the monk suddenly said: "Benefactor, with the help of your magic weapon, the grievances of these resentful spirits are too heavy now, and it will not work to just recite sutras."

"What kind of magic weapon? I don't know how... I'm a fool, paper figurine!"

I was just about to ask what the magic weapon was, but when I saw the paper figurine hidden in my trouser pocket with talisman paper, and the monk jumped out with a simple move, my jaw almost dropped in shock.

This thing is not mine, it is an 'inhuman' thing that Shen Jingnian told me never to touch, it was accidentally brought out from the Yellow Crane Shroud Shop, and I want to return it to others!
I wish I could yell out loud and not be able to move, but in this situation, it is very likely that I will die if I move. If I move at most, I will "pay off the debt" after I go out, and the desire to survive immediately destroys everything. I can only mute the sound with my hands Looking at the paper figurine that turned into a human form and turned its back to me as soon as it appeared, it was like a fierce god descending, and all the wraiths around us were blown away with the aura, like a cold wind rushing through the hall, There are gusts of wind blowing around us.

The piercing cold was so cold that it reached the bottom of my heart. I just felt that my soul was frozen, and it took me a long time to react before I could say "ah, it's so cold."

Subconsciously wanted to embrace myself, but this time the monk controlled my body and was not affected by me, as if he couldn't feel the dark wind, he strongly controlled my body and rushed up with Bodara.

There was a paper figurine protecting him, and the resentful spirits couldn't escape the monk's ropeway, and both of them were taken back into the bowl during his lightning-fast moves.

At this time, I still have time to think about it. I have only heard of Wuyingjiao, but I have never heard of Wuyingshou in Buddhism!

The monk seemed to be able to feel my emotions, and immediately reprimanded me: "Benefactor, embrace God and return to oneness, and don't think about it."

I "..." Okay, okay, you are a life-saving straw, you can do whatever you say.

It's boring to watch, and this scene is really difficult to catch the eye. I try my best to calm down and try to ignore everything that is happening now as the past.

But at this moment, the paper figurine let out a "Hehehe" laugh, which made one's hair stand upright, which made people's scalp numb and their ears groaning, wishing to die on the spot.

"Not good, the magic weapon of the donor is not yours?!"

"Master, I never said it was mine!"

I don't know what happened to the paper figurine. The monk screamed and questioned, and then flew back. The speed is so fast, just like a flying man.

But why he questioned me so much, I was very curious, and immediately asked: "Master, what happened to this paper spirit? Why did you step back and not continue to catch those wraiths?"

When the monk heard the words, he became very angry and replied to me: "This magic weapon is not yours, why is it on your body, and I summoned it to protect your body!"

"???"

What do you mean, the paper figurine protects me?No, didn't Shen Jingnian say that its master is a weasel named Huang He?How can you protect me?

When I saw the face of the paper figurine turning its head and rushing towards us, if I could stare now, my eyeballs would definitely protrude from my stare, that's clearly my appearance!
"Failed."

The monk muttered something, but I didn't hear it clearly, so I hurriedly asked, "Master, what did you say?"

This time, the monk didn't answer me, instead he slapped his forehead with his backhand. He was clearly in control of his body, but I had a feeling that he was hitting me, and there was a feeling of danger in my heart that I absolutely couldn't take this palm. early warning.

I didn't bother to ask the monk why he did this, I just knew that I had to quickly regain control of my body, otherwise my soul might be scattered by this blow.

When I had such a thought in my mind, this time I found that half of my three souls and six souls were suppressed by invisible things, and the aura of the monk, which made me feel extremely peaceful, was covered from the inside to the outside. Smoke hung in the air.

This is the first time I saw the color of the soul after the monk possessed me. If I saw him before, it was pure and flawless white, then now, it is dirty and stinky black and red.

This is... hostility!
How could this be, the monk has been lying to me from beginning to end!

"Monk, what are you going to do!"

The monk knew that I found out, and after he stopped me in time because of the paper figurine, he no longer concealed the fact that he had become a ghost, and made a strange and sinister voice: "The sky is not fair, The Buddha is not fair, why did I do all the good deeds during my lifetime to copy the scriptures and praise the Buddha every day, but in the end I died tragically at the hands of the people I saved, and there was no peace after death, and I hated, I hated seeing my body being dismembered to fill the house with my own eyes!"

"It's hard to wait until you have a body that I can take away, and you don't have to bear the debt to live again from the beginning. I didn't expect that you have someone else to protect your magic weapon. Why, why is it so unfair!"

I was competing with the monk for the control of my body, and after listening to all his complaints in a daze, I felt great hatred in my heart, and immediately sneered and laughed: "Damn donkey, so you made this idea, you deserve it!"

No wonder, he said that the enchantment can only enter but not exit, it is all fucking nonsense, it is clearly the enchantment set by him, can it not be controlled by him?

Also, he has never eliminated these resentful spirits. He originally thought that he was a monk with the heart of a bodhisattva, but he still thought that he would still have this heart after he died young. It is strange to become a Buddha. It is estimated that he was blinded by resentment immediately after his death.

I suddenly remembered that in the illusion, when the monk died, I fell into the darkness. I didn’t know what happened after that. Now that I think about it, the number of resentful spirits here is not the same as the ones killed by Cheng’s villagers. At least there are more half.

There are hundreds of wraiths, but now, after a rough scan, there are at least two hundred.

Even if the descendants of Chengjia Village have been devoid of conscience, the talismans left by the previous Taoist priest will run out sooner or later, so how could they have always been able to control these wraiths to kill each other before they were alive?If all this has nothing to do with the monk, I wouldn't believe it even if I killed him.

There are also those urns surnamed Cheng in the backyard of the ancestral hall. Cremation was not popular in the past. How could the descendants of the Cheng family village burn the bones of their relatives?You must know that destroying the bones and ashes is the most poisonous curse on the enemy. If you guessed correctly, those are all the bones of those who killed the monk or their descendants.

After thinking about everything correctly, I instantly felt that I was a fool before, and I even forgot the teachings of the previous ancestors, ghosts are the best at lying and deceiving people.

I can’t wait to go back in time and wake up the previous self. The battle between me and the monk for my body has become more and more intense. Fortunately, this paper man helps me for some reason. He has been attacking the monk and helping me a lot. Dodged the monk's attack for the first time.

After all, the body is mine, and my soul has not been separated from the body. Although the soul has been suppressed in half, the attraction and integration of the body to me are still very strong, and I soon mastered half of the right to use the body.

This time, the monk can be said to be attacked internally and externally. Not only can he not deal with me wholeheartedly, but he also has to cast spells in a more subtle way. It can be said that he is anxious.

"No, I must not fail, this body is mine, it's mine!"

The monk has gone crazy, knowing that he is about to lose, he is ready to fight me to the death, gave up control of the body, and started to attack me in the way of the soul.

I'm just an ordinary Taoist priest, at most I can only cultivate my body and mind, I don't have the ability to cultivate my soul, so how can I be the opponent of a monk who has been a hundred-year-old ghost, and I was shocked by his attack and I was about to be separated from my soul.

At this critical moment, the paper figurine spontaneously ignited.

It still emits a ghostly roar, but while it is burning, the monk and those wraiths also start to burn.

Seeing this scene, I knew it was saving me by exchanging 'life' for life, so I exclaimed: "Paper fiend."

The monk also knew that he could not 'survive', so he wailed and lamented: "I am so unwilling, I have already controlled your body and suppressed half of your soul. After this is done, I only need to devour the rest of your soul and these grievances." With the power of the spirit, I can become you, but because of a magic weapon that does not belong to you, everything falls short, and everything falls short."

After saying this, the monk's soul detached from my body and floated in the air.

I watched the blue flame burning from his soul, crushed all his hopes coldly, and said: "Even if you become me and live again, my fate will make you die before you can live long, God is watching people commit crimes, God destined you to die, and even your soul will dissipate, just like those villains who killed you and these innocent ghosts, they were crushed by you, and you were painted as imprisoned for hundreds of years, all the waiting In the end, the plan was in vain.”

(End of this chapter)