The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 178: The Mystical Art of Camphor and Willow

"Thank you."

Perhaps Zhang Jiuyang's words touched Yue Ling. She no longer resisted and leaned lightly on Zhang Jiuyang, no longer hiding her inner fatigue and heaviness.

That night, she experienced too many misfortunes. Many innocent people died in front of her but she was unable to save them. Even her grandmother who loved her was plotted against...

Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly, stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the blood stains on her hair, and said, "There must be a way."

Yue Ling didn't say anything.

At this moment, a crisp voice sounded.

"Ninth brother, the old lady was struck by something that seems to be a curse!"

Ah Li poked her head in and whispered, "I smell the scent of magic on the old lady."

Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling were cheered up upon hearing this.

"Can you figure it out?"

Looking at the two people's expectant eyes, Ah Li lowered her head and said dejectedly: "This kind of spell is much more powerful than mine. Even ten Ah Lis can't compare to it..."

Seeing her look like a defeated rooster, Zhang Jiuyang knew that she was powerless.

Incantation, also known as Yansheng or Yanzhen, is a kind of witchcraft in ancient times. It has a very ancient origin, but now few people can do it.

This technique is the most bizarre, and can change a person's fortune by making paper figures or straw figures. In serious cases, it can even endanger one's life.

After Ali was promoted to a fierce ghost, he gained the power of spellcasting and became a leader in this field.

But even so, she was helpless and felt inferior to the old lady. This shows how terrifying the curse that the old lady was hit by was and how powerful the person who cast the curse was.

"I have seen spells before, but never one this powerful. Grandmother's protective magic tools are extraordinary. Even a fierce ghost can't hurt her at all. But this time, they were all broken..."

Yue Ling's voice was chilling as she said, "If it weren't for these magical weapons, I'm afraid grandma would have died in an instant!"

"Even so, if we can't break the curse, Grandmother won't be able to hold out for much longer."

At this moment, her hatred for the Painted Skin Master reached its peak.

This matter is definitely related to the Painted Skin Master!

Does this person want to declare war on Daqian?

"Let me try it with the Five Thunder Talisman."

Looking at the old lady lying on the bed with increasingly weak breathing, Zhang Jiuyang decided to give the Five Thunder Talisman a try.

He remembered how he used the thunder talisman to help the young general of Qingzhou drive away Su Nu. Perhaps it could also drive away the curse on the old lady?

Yue Ling took a deep breath and said, "Okay, then——"

"You can't use the thunder talisman."

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in the empty room, as if it came from the sky. Even Ah Li was startled and jumped up and hung on Zhang Jiuyang.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes narrowed, and the Dharma Eye between his eyebrows opened, but he was surprised to find that he clearly heard someone talking, but he couldn't see any figure.

My Dharma eyes have failed!

He instantly picked up two talismans in his hands, one was the Five Thunder Talisman, and the other was Master Sa's Fire Talisman. He was as if facing a formidable enemy, ready to unleash thunder and fire as soon as the opponent appeared!

However, Yue Ling's eyes lit up instantly, and she immediately bowed, with a hint of joy in her voice.

"Yue Ling from the Imperial Observatory, I pay my respects to the Director!"

Supervisor... Supervisor?
Zhang Jiuyang was shocked. The person who spoke was actually Zhuge Yunhu, the director of the Imperial Observatory of Daqian, the sixth-generation grandson of Zhuge Qixing, who had fought with Tianzun and survived?

He was known as the great cultivator closest to the seventh realm in the world, and was also a leader in the sixth realm, a world-famous figure. Although everyone called him a sick cat, Zhang Jiuyang knew that he was a sick cat that could fight dragons.

Then, a figure slowly appeared in the room. To Zhang Jiuyang's surprise, the world-famous Zhuge Yunhu was such an unprepossessing old man.

The blue shirt he wore was starched to a pale color, he wore coarse cloth shoes, his hair and beard were all white, he had an ordinary appearance, a simple temperament, and he held a scroll of scriptures in his hand, looking like a teacher who came out of a remote mountain area.

Only those eyes, like the gentle breeze and bright moon, are bright and clear in one's arms. It is truly a stroke of genius that makes one's eyes light up.

What attracted Zhang Jiuyang the most was the invisible formation diagram under his feet. He could vaguely see the eight trigrams flowing, and then gradually disappeared.

"Haha, it's just a little trick of hiding. The thunder and fire talismans in your hand are quite impressive. A glimpse of the leopard can also reveal the depth of your background."

Zhuge Yunhu nodded and smiled at Zhang Jiuyang, then said softly: "Although this is our first meeting, we have known each other for a long time. Should I call you Zhang Jiuyang, or..."

The deep look in his eyes made Zhang Jiuyang's heart tremble. Could it be that he knew my identity as Yan Luo?
Impossible!

Even Yue Ling looked serious.

She knew very well how smart Zhuge Yunhu, the direct descendant of the Zhuge family and the current head of the family, was. Could it be that he had seen through her flaw?
"Haha, should I call you Mr. Liaozhai?"

Zhuge Yunhu smiled slightly, patted his shoulder and said, "I really like the book you wrote."

Yue Ling: “…”

Then he looked at Yue Ling and said teasingly, "How dare you, Yue Jianhou, transfer an old man like me here with just a flying talisman before you even take the position of the chief supervisor?"

"What else are you saying? If you dare not come, I will make my secret public?"

Yue Ling was in no mood to joke with him, and hurriedly said, "Superintendent, please help my grandmother!"

Zhuge Yunhu nodded and said with a smile: "I have already checked it before you returned home. Don't worry, I am here, and I will not die-cough cough cough!"

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Before he could finish his big talk, he started coughing continuously, and the sound became louder and louder, and it felt like he was going to cough out his lungs.

Finally, he violently coughed up a pool of black blood before he finally calmed down. He patted his chest and said, "It's okay, it's just a mouthful of blood. I'll feel better after I cough it out."

Zhang Jiuyang: “…”

Old man, you should save yourself first.

"Don't worry, I just haven't traveled long distances in a long time, and my old injuries haven't healed yet, so I'm just a little tired."

After that, Zhuge Yunhu walked to the old lady's bedside and said, "What the little ghost girl said just now is right. The old lady has indeed been cursed, and it is a very vicious curse that is almost lost."

"This technique is called Zhangliu God. I have seen relevant records in ancient books. There are ten kinds of Zhangliu mysterious techniques, namely Ear Report God, Ghost Fairy, Spirit Brother and Sister, Belly Fairy, Fairy Child, Prodigy Child, Skull God, Ming Child, God God, and Death Palace."

"The old lady was struck by one of these ten secret techniques, Brother Ling and Sister Ling."

When talking about this technique, Zhuge Yunhu's voice became more serious.

"The so-called spirit brother and spirit sister are made by taking camphor wood as the spirit brother and willow wood as the spirit sister, and then taking the skulls of 49 boys and girls and grinding them into powder, filling the hollows, frying black beans in oil at midnight, and binding the ghosts on the wooden figures with spells, and after 49 days, they will become a pair."

"It is said that if one can refine 49 pairs of them, one can even curse and kill an immortal!"

"Fortunately, the old lady was only hit by a couple of them. It was only because the caster was so skilled that he was able to break so many protective magic weapons."

Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling looked at each other and could see the shock in each other's eyes.

At this moment, Zhuge Yunhu's words kept echoing in his mind.

The top of the head of a boy or girl...

(End of this chapter)