The ultimate master in the city

Inside the Wang family's large brick house, Old Wang and several of his nephews guarded the room. Old Wang's wife and Wang Er, their faces swollen like pigs' heads, lay on one side, groaning incoherently.

In the middle of the room, a large, fat monk had set out candles, a table, yellow paper talismans, a wooden fish, a purple wooden alms bowl, and other items, and was performing a ritual.

This fat monk's real name is Zhang Danian, his Dharma name is Yuanzhi, he is 31 years old, from northern Anhui. His family was poor when he was young, he had no money and no house. After his parents died, he was the only one who was fed and the whole family was not hungry. This made him lazy and averse to work. He also thought about getting rich quick all day long.

His ancestors passed down a book called "The Twenty-Four Paths Sutra," which recorded many Buddhist practices. He studied it on his own out of boredom and was surprised to find that many of the methods were quite useful. On a whim, he spent all his money to buy a set of monk's robes and began to wander all over the country without a fixed abode. In his spare time, he would stay at a temple and spend his days performing exorcisms, rituals, and initiations for people.

I've encountered countless strange things, some failures and some successes. Over the years, I've figured out many tricks of the trade and have become quite experienced and knowledgeable.

Boom, boom, boom...

While striking the wooden fish, he looked at the birth date and time of his eldest daughter-in-law, along with her belongings, that Old Wang had given him. After pondering for a while, he felt that he wasn't very confident. This woman had a tragic fate, was naturally gloomy, and harbored a great deal of resentment after her death. He was afraid that she was quite powerful. If all else failed, he would just run away later. Anyway, he had already received the deposit.

Just then, Old Wang leaned closer, cautiously glanced at the pitch-black night outside, and asked, "Master, it's almost midnight, why haven't you arrived yet?"

Monk Yuanzhi said calmly, "Stand still, you'll be here soon."

Old Wang sighed, obediently ran to the corner of the room, and was just about to light a cigarette when suddenly the wind howled outside, rattling the doors and windows. He turned around in alarm and exclaimed, "Master, has she arrived?"

"Hmm." Monk Yuanzhi was also a little nervous. He stood up abruptly, took the wooden fish in his hand, and started to beat it faster and faster. While keeping a close watch on his surroundings, he kept chanting the "Diamond Sutra for Subduing Demons".

call--

when--

The wind kept blowing, and the doors and windows kept shaking.

zizi——

The light bulb suddenly flickered twice and went out, plunging the room into darkness. Old Wang and his nephews were all terrified and screamed.

Monk Yuanzhi immediately took out a five-colored candle from his robes, placed it on the ground, and shouted urgently, "The light of all beings, Maitreya's sandalwood incense, may the inextinguishable lamp rise!"

call--

The five-colored candle suddenly lit itself, and the room was lit again. Old Wang and the others were still in shock and panting heavily.

The wind outside had stopped during this brief delay, and the eerie silence inside, with its flickering candlelight, was truly unsettling.

Time passed second by second, and beads of sweat dripped down Monk Yuanzhi's forehead. In his experience, the thing had arrived. The quieter the scene, the more powerful the opponent was.

He picked up a piece of yellow paper from the ground, crumpled it into a cylinder, then bent it, spat out some saliva, and pointed with one hand: "Now!"

The yellow paper scroll swayed slightly, first pointing out the door, then pointing to one of Old Wang's nephews.

The young man suddenly smiled strangely and walked towards Monk Yuanzhi. Old Wang was completely bewildered and scolded, "Egghead, what are you doing? Go back and stand properly!"

Eggman ignored him and went to Monk Yuanzhi, asking, "Were you invited by the Wang family to subdue me?"

The voice that came out was a woman's. Old Wang and the others turned pale instantly, their bodies trembling. Monk Yuanzhi took two steps back, tightly gripping his prayer beads, and clasped his hands together, saying, "Amitabha, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore!"

"Egg Baby" said coldly, "When have I ever not looked back? It's just that they won't accept me! A sea of ​​suffering? Heh heh heh... Can I ever escape this sea of ​​suffering?"

Yuanzhi was speechless, nervously clutching the prayer beads; the malevolent aura emanating from them was beyond his imagination.

"Egg Baby's" voice turned cold: "If you want to subdue me, you'd better see if you have the ability. Today... you're all going to die!"

Monk Yuanzhi gritted his teeth, then suddenly hurled his prayer beads at "Egg Baby," shouting, "You beast! Show me your true form!"

This string of Buddhist prayer beads was a precious artifact that he had bought at a high price and consecrated with mantras every day for several years. It was extraordinary. He smashed it down, and the "egg-baby" groaned and fell limply to the ground. A red shadow floated out behind him and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Hehehehe..."

The eerie, ghostly howls of a woman filled the entire room, terrifying Old Wang and his companions so much that they lost their minds and became incontinent.

Monk Yuanzhi's face was also a little pale. He sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting scriptures continuously while tapping the wooden fish with his hands.

rustling...

Suddenly, dense strands of hair sprouted from the cracks in the doors and windows, and from the brick and tile beams, emanating a chilling aura. They grew longer and longer, enveloping everyone inside the room.

This terrifying scene was beyond human comprehension. Apart from Monk Yuanzhi and Old Wang, the young men were all too frightened to the point of fainting.

Monk Yuanzhi, his face solemn, stood up and formed a mudra with his hands: "Om, Ah, Hum, Vajra, Ra, Vajra, Ma, Ser, De, Hum!"

The hair twitched slightly, then coiled around again at an even faster speed.

"This mantra brings joy to the bodies, speech, and minds of the Buddhas of the three times. The syllable 'Om' represents the Buddha's supreme body, the syllable 'Ah' represents the Buddha's profound speech, and the syllable 'Hum' represents the Buddha's enlightened mind. This act surpasses Bodhi..."

Monk Yuanzhi kept chanting mantras.

"Hehehe... My only goal is revenge; Buddhism is useless against me!"

A sinister laugh came from within the dense strands of hair.

Whoosh!

Countless strands of black hair, carrying a chilling aura, instantly filled the room, tightly binding everyone. Old Wang's wife and Wang Er, who were "half-drunk and half-awake," were the first to be affected and were on the verge of death.

Monk Yuanzhi was also tangled in hair. He tried to shake it off with his prayer beads, but to no avail. He was terrified and thought to himself, "I'm doomed! I never thought that after traveling all over the country for so many years, I would die in such a wretched place."

Just then, a "damn" sound came from outside.

Swah——

All of his hair disappeared instantly. Monk Yuanzhi collapsed to the ground, clutching his neck and panting heavily. He looked at the door in confusion. That "damn" was definitely a human curse. Who was so powerful that even this vengeful ghost was frightened?

Crunch!

The door was kicked open, the door jambs shattered on the floor, and a young man walked in, exuding a murderous aura.

It's him! Monk Yuanzhi had seen this man that morning. He glanced at him casually and felt that the young man was a bit strange. He stood up straight and had a very sharp aura, giving people a feeling of unfathomable depth. He had only seen this kind of temperament in some senior masters. At the time, he was thinking, where did such a strange person come from in this mountain valley? How old is he?

……

When Zhou Fengchen arrived, he saw the Wang family courtyard filled with an eerie atmosphere. Thinking he was too late and someone had died, he kicked open the door, breathed a sigh of relief, glanced into the room, and cursed, "You wretched creature! Show yourself!"

call--

The female ghost in red suddenly appeared behind Wang Er and his wife, her sharp nails gripping their necks tightly as she screamed, "It's you again! Mind your own business!"

"It really was you!" Zhou Fengchen sneered. "Zhang Miao, put her down, and I'll spare your life!"

"Don't even think about it!" Zhang Miao gritted her teeth and pinched hard.

"Damn it!"

Zhou Fengchen pushed off with his feet and was beside Zhang Miao in the blink of an eye. He formed a claw with one hand and reached out to grab her.

Zhang Miao was shocked and abandoned the two people in his arms. He flashed and appeared outside the door, but Zhou Fengchen grabbed him from behind. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood, glared at Zhou Fengchen hatefully, and then turned into a ten-foot-long red cloth that floated away into the distance.

"You got away today? I'll take your surname!"

Zhou Fengchen followed closely behind, his movements elusive and his speed terrifying.

Monk Yuanzhi stared in disbelief, muttering to himself, "Who is this person? He knows kung fu? That's fucking amazing!"

He couldn't miss this good show, so he got up and ran after them.