The beautiful priestess held the only source of light in the darkness and walked forward step by step. Her perfect face, portrayed by the light and shadow effects created by the pale candlelight, unexpectedly made her originally holy and beautiful face look a bit more devilish.
The monk's eyes were full of fear. He kept shaking his head at Tang Ning and struggled violently with his hands that were fixed on the cross. However, the Duke had tied them up very tightly and he was unable to break free for a while.
Loosen his mouth, he said.
Tang Ning didn't know how to untie the black shadow that the Duke had wrapped around the monk's mouth, but when he tried to touch it, the black shadow left on its own as if it had consciousness.
Without the shackles on his mouth, the monk could finally speak. He tried his best to keep his voice steady: "Donor Tang, what did I do wrong? Why did you tie me up?"
Although he tried very hard to conceal his fear, the tremor in this short sentence still exposed his inner feelings.
Tang Ning felt the monk's fear, or rather, the fear of the monster that occupied the monk's body.
An A-level monster is afraid of him.
This feeling made Tang Ning a little dizzy for a moment. The pale flame swayed in front of his eyes. Tang Ning raised the candle in his hand.
You do not abide by the precepts and rules, your six senses are not pure, and your eyes are blinded by the secular world. Today I will use this fire to burn your eyes, extinguish your greed, and help you practice in the future.
He said a sentence and Tangning repeated it.
The monk tried desperately to defend himself: "I was just looking at the Buddhist beads at that time, and I didn't mean to look at Mr. Tang's feet—" This was indeed a bit of a self-incrimination, after all, Tang Ning didn't even mention the matter of looking at feet.
The pale flames licked the eyes that were wide open in fear.
The ghost possessed by the monk let out an extremely shrill scream. The fire did not harm the monk's eyes at all, not even his eyelashes were burned, but the monk seemed to feel great pain.
He tried his best to turn his head, and the flames fell on his face. In an instant, his face was distorted and the miserable screams could not be stopped.
When Tang Ning saw this horrifying scene, his hand holding the candle stopped unconsciously.
Even though he knew it was a ghost, Tang Ning still felt a lot of psychological pressure from holding up his teammate's body.
"I just glanced at you! It's not a big mistake, right?!" After the ghost got a moment to breathe, he immediately defended himself: "I was wrong, I was really wrong, but I don't think I deserve this!"
Tell him that since you are now in the state of emptiness, you have broken the precepts and should be punished. "He" ordered: Burn the other eye.
Tang Ning's heartbeat kept accelerating, and he felt a whipped tension in his heart. This uncontrollable stimulation made his hands a little weak. He held the candle tremblingly to his other eye.
“Ahhh—”
The shrill wailing made Tang Ning's heart tighten.
“At that time, from the top of the head of the Buddha’s flesh, a hundred precious lights emerged. Lights poured out…” The screams suddenly changed, and the sound of chanting flowed out from Jikong’s mouth. With cold sweat on his forehead, Jikong looked at Tang Ning, “Donor Tang, continue—Ahhh!!!”
Halfway through his speech, Jikong's voice was replaced by a scream. It must be that Jikong had barely managed to snatch control of the ghost's body when the ghost was in extreme pain.
Tang Ning blinked blankly. The scripture that Ji Kong just said seemed to have some strange magic, which made Tang Ning's guilt dissipate a lot.
Don't be soft-hearted. "He" said coldly: Keep talking to me!
Tangning came back to his senses and held the candle tightly. His voice overlapped with the cold voice in his mind: "You are ignorant and cannot distinguish between good and evil, truth and falsehood. Your hands are stained with killing. I will use this fire to burn your hands and cleanse your blood. I hope that you will practice hard in the future, wash away your sins, repay your karma, and ascend to heaven soon."
At first, Tang Ning's voice was a little soft, but as he finished speaking, it became stronger. A cold white light flickered in his dark pupils, giving Tang Ning's eyes a shocking power.
“No, no!” His voice had already become hoarse, but he still refused to give up his identity as a monk and shouted desperately at Tangning, “I committed murder in the card game just to protect myself—Ahhh!!!”
The pale flames licked the bloody palm. The hand was covered with marks from the broken strings of the Buddhist beads. In the pale candlelight, the scars were clearly visible. The blood was still dripping, and it had not been evaporated by the fire at all.
However, the ghost that occupied the monk's body let out an inhuman roar of pain.
After the scream, a low chanting sounded: "Thousand-petaled precious lotus, there is a Tathagata, sitting on a precious flower, with ten rays of light on its head, a hundred treasures shining brightly..."
You also indulge in wine and meat, develop greed for food and drink, block the door to goodness, breed evil views, and create bad karma.
Tang Ning repeated "his" words, imitating "his" tone word for word, which was cold, majestic, firm and powerful: I will burn your tongue again today, practice meditation and good dharma, to get rid of obscurity and stop thinking. I hope that you will be calm and peaceful in the future, and have wisdom and light!
"There are only meat dishes in the restaurant, turn off the light!" Zhang Rong twisted his head again, "Why did you force the light to light? You yourself—"
"He" said coldly: It's so noisy, it burns my tongue.
Tang Ning raised the candle in his hand, and the piercing wailing sound melted into the pale flame. In the silent room, only the intermittent low chanting sound remained: "Throughout the universe, the masses look up, fearing and loving, praying for the Buddha's mercy, listening to the Buddha with one heart, without seeing the top of the head, emitting light..."
A strange solemnity and majesty spread throughout the dark room. Tang Ning held a candle, his heartbeat still maintaining its rapid rhythm. He had never done anything like what he had just done before, and he was still immersed in that atmosphere, feeling a little dry in the mouth for a moment.
What should we do next? Did the ghost escape from Jikong's body by itself? Tang Ning asked nervously after coming to his senses.
Place the candle at the feet.
Because Jikong was tied to the cross, his feet were suspended in the air, a certain distance from the ground, which was exactly the length of a candle.
Tang Ning squatted down and placed the candle at the bottom of Jikong's feet.
The two feet suspended in the air kept shaking, kicking wildly in the air.
Ghosts don't leave a person's body easily. "He" said calmly: Even if I have to torture Qi like this, I won't leave.
So, why did “he” go to so much trouble to do this
"Go behind the cross," he ordered.
Tang Ning walked to the back of the cross and saw Li Haoyuan tied up and unable to move.
Li Haoyuan's face was pale and his eyes were filled with fear. He and the monk were tied together. Although he could not see anything, he could hear the screams from the dark monk and the painful tremors of the monk transmitted through the cross. Although the fire did not fall on him, he felt the same pain as the monk.
When he saw Tangning appear in front of him, he even trembled as he spoke, "Mr. Tang."
Tang Ning had a feeling that if he pointed east now, Li Haoyuan would never dare to go west. Even if he hated him now, he would never dare to disobey him.
Do you know how to deal with this disobedient and biting dog? "He" asked.
Tang Ningxin already had a vague idea, but he still asked: How to deal with it
Beat him, beat him to death, beat him until his psychological defenses collapse completely, beat him until he loses all his temper and begs for mercy with his tail between his legs, or beat another disobedient dog in front of him.
In this way, he will be obedient.
The voice ordered: Give the scepter to this ungrateful little bastard and let him drive away the evil spirit from that bald donkey.
Tang Ning took out the scepter from the space ring and handed it to Li Haoyuan. When Li Haoyuan saw Tang Ning approaching, he tried to shrink back as if he had seen a ferocious beast, but he was fixed on the cross and could not get away from Tang Ning no matter how he hid.
"Don't move." Tangning said softly.
After hearing Tang Ning's words, no matter how scared Li Haoyuan was, he still trembled and controlled himself to stay still.
Tang Ning blinked again and looked at Li Haoyuan who was like a frightened bird.
"Use this scepter and your cards to dispel the ghosts on Jikong." Tang Ning said.
If the polluted Li Haoyuan were to be asked to dispel the evil spirits on himself, he would definitely not be willing to do so. However, when he heard that he was to dispel the evil spirits on Jikong, Li Haoyuan immediately grasped the scepter, "Okay! Okay! I will definitely listen to you, Mr. Tang!"
Tang Ning saw the scepter emitting a dazzling light in the darkness.
When he saw the light, his consciousness took a step back.
Because he subconsciously worried that the light would fall on "him".
The light fell on the monk on the other end of the cross. Although the Duke tied the monk tightly, the monk's body still struggled violently at this moment, like a fish jumping around on a chopping board.
The dazzling light made Tang Ning squint his eyes slightly. He heard the low chanting sound getting louder and louder. When the light completely dissipated, Tang Ning heard a silent "Amitabha".
Has the ghost on Jikong been driven away
Tang Ning went back and saw that the candle was still burning at Jikong's feet, but this time Jikong's expression was very calm, and his feet did not move around in agony, as if he did not feel the burning of the candle at all.
Tang Ning squatted down, raised the candle, and tentatively moved the candle closer to Ji Kong. Ji Kong's eyelashes did not even tremble. He lowered his eyes and looked at Tang Ning deeply, "Thank you, Mr. Tang, for expelling the evil spirits and helping me practice."
"How are you?" Tangning held up the candle and smiled brightly, "I'm glad you're okay."
Jikong was stunned for a moment, he lowered his eyes and didn't look at Tang Ning.
Tangning's eyes widened as he continued to stare at the monk, as if he wanted to see something from his face. "Hmm... Master Jikong, why do I feel like you are still a little different than before?"
Tang Ning didn't know how to describe it. The first monk was the kind of person who looked peaceful but his words revealed a bit of sinister and smoothness. The monk who was just possessed by ghosts looked lustful, but the current monk seemed to have washed away all the dust and looked like a monk with magical powers.
Jikong sighed, "I just discovered it now..."
What did you find
"Donor Tang, what do you think is the channel of contamination of this vice?" Jikong asked.
Tangning answered seriously, "I think it's like opening the door to kill. Some rooms have ghosts, and once you open the door you'll be contaminated by the ghosts."
"But this is only one of the reasons." Jikong raised his eyes, and looked at Tang Ning with his black eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. "I suspect there is another way of pollution. One is what Mr. Tang just said. This kind of pollution can make people change their temperament in an instant. Another kind of pollution..."
"I think it started the moment we stepped into the castle."
Tang Ning's pupils shrank slightly as he listened to the monk slowly say, "It is quietly and imperceptibly infecting us, like spring rain moistening everything."
"From the beginning, we all confessed."