Mysterious Séancer: My Doll Can Really Show Its Power

"Oh! Yang Ning, you've arrived?"

The old monk awkwardly waved to Yang Ning, trying his best to appear very familiar, but his feet involuntarily took two steps back.

He even accidentally stepped on Bai Chang, the incense master he mentioned who had a longevity tablet.

Yang Ning looked over and smiled, saying, "Master Jueming, please stay away from my little devil. It likes to grab people's hearts; be careful not to accidentally hurt you."

The old monk hesitated for a moment, and just as he was hesitating, *click click click*—

A series of slight cracking sounds came from above the gate of Chongwen Temple. The plaque bearing the temple name with a bloody handprint made a painful sound, as if it could explode at any moment!

Upon seeing this, the old monk quickly leaned on his staff and said, "I'll move aside, I'll move aside!"

It wasn't until he had walked quite a distance and the ringing on his staff disappeared that Gui Jingyu, who was standing nearby, recovered from that painful state!

It immediately looked at Xia Tian, ​​and only after seeing Xia Tian smiling and unharmed did it turn its hideous face to Bai Chang, who was no longer human on the ground!

Summer's ghostly hand pressed against Bai Chang's back, and he grinned as he asked Yang Ning, "Chengcheng, can I take it out?"

Yang Ning casually said, "If you like it, then leave it inside a little longer."

"OK!"

Xia Tian turned to look at Gui Jingyu, grinning and saying with a boastful expression, "Mom, I caught it!"

At this moment, Gui Jingyu's expression became complicated. One moment she looked at Bai Chang, who was lying motionless on the ground, full of resentment and extremely ferocious, and the next moment she looked at Xia Tian, ​​who was smiling, with a gentle face full of love and affection.

puff!

A flame ignited from Yang Ning's fingertip. He flicked his wrist, and the flame landed above Gui Jingyu's head, sizzling and producing billowing white smoke!

In just a few seconds, although Gui Jingyu still looked like a fierce ghost, his ferocious expression had disappeared, and his originally empty and numb eyes had actually produced a divine light like that of a living person!

She looked at Xia Tian, ​​who was also in ghost form, with a look of shock in her eyes, then rushed forward in a choked voice: "Xiao Tian!"

"Mommy has finally found you!"

Jingyu hugged Xia Tian and wept bitterly. Over there, Yang Ning turned to look at the old monk, "Master Jueming, what a heartbreaking scene, isn't it?"

The old monk, head bowed, looked at the raindrops falling on the ground and said, "Yang Ning, could we... could we talk about this?"

"For the sake of my past acquaintance with your master, how about you give me some face?"

Jingyu's painful voice came through the rain, the plaque on the gate of Chongwen Temple rattled, and the scarlet bloody handprint became more and more conspicuous. Yang Ning did not speak.

The old monk raised his head shakily, "Bai Chang gave our temple more incense money than all the other worshippers combined."

"That year, our temple was being renovated, but we didn't have the money. Thanks to his help, the approval was finally granted."

"He's the one who offers the first incense of the year at our temple on the first day of the lunar new year. I know he's done some bad things..."

At this point, the old monk glanced back at Jingyu, who was holding Xia Tian and crying bitterly. He seemed hesitant, but still said, "Yang Ning, Bai Chang only has one soul and one spirit left. He is destined to be unable to do bad things anymore. He can only be a living dead. Please let him go, okay?"

"The dead are gone, why slaughter the living for their sake? Monks are supposed to be compassionate, Yang Ning, I urge you to be kind."

Yang Ning: "..."

Without saying anything, Yang Ning took out his book of destiny. He counted and found that he still had eleven good karmic connections.

Immediately, Yang Ning's gaze began to wander back and forth between the old monk and the monk.

Clang!

At his feet, a turtle shell that had appeared out of nowhere suddenly jumped.

The old monk chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I'm so old, my days are numbered, you don't need to waste your good karma on me."

"You've mastered all the skills of that old madman, and even surpassed him by a great deal. If I didn't know my days were numbered, and if you hadn't come to my temple today demanding its closure, how would I have dared to come out and see Bai Chang?"

"I was born in a temple and have spent my whole life chanting scriptures and reciting Buddhist prayers. Bai Chang and you have a bad karmic connection, but he and I have good karma from incense offerings."

"Yang Ning, I'm not advising you to be kind. Everyone I've met has advised him to be kind."

"Please, let him go today. I'm begging you, this old man in his nineties, okay?"

As he spoke, the old monk suddenly turned his robe and knelt down before Yang Ning on the spot.

He had only ever knelt before his parents and Buddha in his entire life, and this was the first time he had ever performed such a grand ceremony before a junior.

However......

Yang Ning frowned slightly and said calmly, "Master, what a grand gesture! You think you can exchange a life for this kneeling? Is that even possible?"

"Even if your Buddha himself came here today, he couldn't save him!"

Click!

Behind Yang Ning, a crack appeared on the plaque above the temple gate!

The old monk was terrified and wanted to say something more, but Yang Ning didn't want to listen anymore.

Turning to look at Xia Tian, ​​who was being held by her mother, Yang Ning smiled and said, "Kill him now."

"Hehe, okay!"

Xia Tian chuckled softly, and his tiny ghost hand gently grabbed Bai Chang's back. It seemed like he hadn't grabbed anything, but as his hand slowly lifted up, he suddenly pulled hard!

"whee!"

Summer grinned as he flipped his wrist over, revealing a pounding heart and dripping arteries on the tiny ghost hand.

Jingyu, who had just calmed down, stared in utter shock at the heart in her son's hand. At that moment, although she was a ghost, she seemed more like a human!

However, upon hearing Xia Tian's next sentence, the vengeful ghost that had disappeared reappeared on her dead face!

"Mom, it was this grandpa who took this thing out of my body and put it in his son's body!"

"Ah, ahhh!!"

Jingyu's face began to contort. She looked at Bai Chang, who was already completely cold, and her dead eyes burst out with intense resentment and ferocity. She got up and pounced on him!

This time, the vengeful ghost was not devouring souls, but eating Bai Chang's flesh alive!

She ate Bai Chang's soul before because of her instinct as a vengeful ghost!

She is now eating Bai Chang's flesh out of a mother's hatred for the family that killed her son!

It's human nature to want to eat its flesh raw!

"You killed my son, I'll make you pay with your blood!"

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"

Hearing the howling of the fierce ghost Jingyu, Yang Ning silently glanced at the old monk beside him.

Bai Chang is dead, and the old monk is utterly despondent.

He knelt on the ground, tears welling up in his cloudy old eyes.

Looking at Yang Ning, the old monk's voice held a deep sense of fear: "That brat used ghostly powers?"

"You...you not only broke through the restrictions on the red-clothed vengeful ghost's refinement, but you even managed to cultivate ghostly supernatural powers?!"

"What? What what? Ghostly powers?"

Yang Ning frowned and said, "A ghostly hand that can move objects from a distance is called a supernatural power? A ghostly supernatural power? Master, that's quite a fancy name you've come up with!"

The old monk: "..."

With a long sigh and a silent shake of his head, the old monk slowly stood up and walked step by step into the temple.

As he walked through the temple gate, the plaque above the gate began to shake violently!

Yang Ning took a step forward, and outside the door, the rickety plaque fell to the ground with a "thud" and shattered into pieces.

Inside the door, the old monk's legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes lifeless.

Yang Ning took out the Book of Fate and found that he had lost four of his good karmas.

Bai Chang's life was worth one good deed, while the old monk who persisted in chanting scriptures and reciting Buddhist prayers until he was ninety years old was worth three.

Yang Ning smiled slightly and sighed, "Even a high monk who spends his whole life chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha's name can only take away one life with three good karmic connections."

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