Not only did I want to end all this quickly, Nagarjuna also seemed to wish that he could get my troubles away as soon as possible.

Not long after chatting with Baoshu, two young men came in and took me away without saying a word, which scared me.

They spoke local dialect in Nanyang, and I couldn't understand what they said. After Baoshu translated, I realized that they were taking me over to carry out a ritual to wipe out hundreds of ghosts by Nagarjuna's order.

After leaving the door, I also saw clearly where we are now, which is a small village in Nanyang that looks very ordinary:

Most of the short houses are made of wood and mud, and occasionally there are a few colored steel tiles, which are already considered rare luxury houses in the village;

The villagers I saw on the road also looked poor and numb, ragged, pale and thin.

I don’t know if it’s because Nanyang is used to vegetarian food. Looking around, there is almost no one who is a little fat in the village, but if you look closely, you will feel that there is a feeling of being content with poverty and enjoyment in their eyes.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that the white witch monk Nagarjuna, which was famous in Southeast Asia, would have lived in such an ordinary village.

The village was not big, so soon we arrived at Nagarjuna's residence.

From the outside, this is also a narrow wooden house, which is no different from other buildings in the village.

But as soon as I entered the door, blue smoke lingered, and a strong smell of sandalwood was smelled at the end of my nose.

The other furnishings are similar to the house I slept before, or in other words, except for the cities and other rural houses in Nanyang are similar.

However, compared to the empty spaces of other rooms, there were a few more curtains filled with red scriptures in Nagarjuna's house. Behind the curtains, a Buddha statue could be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged on the altar.

Nagarjuna turned his back to us, folded his hands together, and stood in front of the Buddha statue.

Although he kept looking up at the Buddha statue, for some reason, he always gave me the feeling that he could sit on an equal footing with gods and Buddhas.

I subconsciously opened my eyes wide, trying to see the true appearance of the Buddha statue behind me through the curtain.

But my eyes just stayed on the curtain for a little longer. The blood-colored runes, as if they were offended, began to create hallucinations for me. The twisted strokes spontaneously wriggled like living bugs.

In an instant, a feeling of panic filled my heart. I even heard waves of wailing and crying in the void. I, who had experience communicating with female ghosts, immediately understood that they were the hundreds of ghosts who had a connection with me, conveying their ignorant emotions to me.

I quickly looked away and didn't dare to look again.

Strangely, as soon as my slightly disrespectful thought was eliminated, the runes returned to normal and hung there in silence.

“So amazing.”

I felt dry mouth and tongue, and I had more hope that Nagarjuna could solve my troubles.

"Here you come, carry him under the Four-faced Buddha."

Nagarjuna deliberately acted as if we didn't know we were coming in. Until I looked around and suffered a small loss, I ordered without looking back.

His prestige in the village was obviously unparalleled, and his words were like imperial edicts.

The two men quickly carried me to the Buddha statue, bowed respectfully, and then retreated. Only Brother Nagarjuna and I, the outsider, were left in the room.

Because of the previous lesson, I dare not look at the Buddha statue in front of me again. After adjusting my mentality, I carefully looked at the Buddha statue in front of me.

Unexpectedly, unlike the solemn feeling of treasure in Buddhist temples in China, this gilded Buddha statue, which is just one person tall, gives me an extremely evil feeling at first sight.

It was sitting cross-sitting, with eight arms, green faces and fangs, and a ferocious expression, as if it was angry or laughing wildly, as if it had a different hatred for the people who were offering sacrifices. The eight thin arms also pointed in distorted directions, curled up their claws, forming strange handprints one by one.

I only took a look and was frightened by the evil aura, so I didn't dare to take a second look.

"You sit here."

Nagarjuna had already picked me up from the two villagers before. At this time, five fingers were spread apart and pressed on my back, as if I had turned a switch. My stiff and uncautious muscles spontaneously moved and sat cross-legged on the futon in front of the Buddha in a standard posture.

As for the shock in my heart, he seemed to have no idea, or he didn't care if he knew it.

"Go and bring a chicken in." After fiddling with me, he casually ordered Baoshu, who was standing aside with timidity.

"Okay."

The place where chickens are raised in the village should be not far away. Baoshu went out for a while and returned, carrying a brightly colored rooster in his hand.

At first I didn't care much about it, there was no chicken.

But when I glanced at the chicken, I was immediately attracted by its strange claws and cockscomb, and I couldn't take my sight away.

The chickens I have seen before have small claws, and there is even saying that the smaller the chicken feet, the more nutritious the native chickens are.

Compared with those similar people in China with pocket claws, the chicken, cockscomb and chicken claws mentioned by Baoshu can only be described as deformed.

The dark red and rough cockscomb, like a huge necrotic tumor, hangs down heavily;

The chicken feet were even more exaggerated. A rooster, which was probably only six or seven pounds, had its claws thicker than my arms. The chicken feet were also spread out, full of red and disgusting flesh and blood, and looked like a mutant creature running out of the nuclear radiation area.

Later I realized how shallow and ignorant my dislike was at this time.

This giant claw chicken that looks weird is actually the Dongtao chicken, a specialty of Nanyang.

The pair of deformed big claws makes it worth a hundred times more than ordinary chickens. Pure chicken alone can be sold for one or two hundred pounds. This price is enough to make the most native chickens in China dwarf. As for the pair of big claws, they can be sold at a sky-high price of 10,000 or 20,000 yuan.

It can be seen that although Nagarjuna doesn't like me very much, he has definitely invested a lot in breaking the cause and effect with me.

He asked Baoshu to put the rooster in front of the Buddha statue, muttering something in his mouth, and putting his hands together, pinching a handprint, one black and one white, interlacing with two hands, which had a strange attraction.

And the Dongtao chicken, which should have been flying around, was pointed with his handprint, and he also walked straight to the Buddha statue with his straight steps. Then he stood there like a statue.

Seeing its motionless figure, an extremely appropriate idiom suddenly popped up in my mind: Dark as a wooden chicken.

"I will now transfer the cause and effect of your body and Bai Ling to this chicken. The chicken blood is pure yang, and the yang energy on its body should be enough to support the completion of the ritual." Nagarjuna rarely spoke and explained to me, but just this sentence. Then, he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes and chanted the mantra quietly.

With a trace of mysterious spell, I could feel that an invisible passage seemed to be established between myself and this "wooden chicken".

Straws of cold and cold air were drawn out from me and poured into the chicken through this passage.

As more and more yin energy is borne by this rooster, its bright feathers begin to dim and lose color, and then fall off one by one. The damaged hair roots are covered with fishy and black pus and blood. Finally, even the skin and flesh slowly rot off, revealing wriggling internal organs and thick white bones.

But until then, the chicken was still alive!

From its bloody eyes, I saw the ultimate pain and fear. I thought that if it weren't for being bound by Nagarjuna's spell, it would have been struggling long ago.

Seeing the tragic situation of this rooster, I felt a little enlightened in my heart. If I don’t care about it, the fate of this rooster is a true portrayal of me!

I felt cold, but then I felt relieved again.

I could feel that the yin energy in my body had been almost drained away.

If I weren't also locked by Nagarjuna's spell, I should have been able to restore my normal ability to move.

Judging from the progress, it should not take long before the ritual can be completed.

However, just as I was secretly happy, I suddenly heard a faint humming from Nagarjuna behind me.

I quickly glanced back and saw that his face, which had been expressionless and had a feeling of unchanging expression on his face, was frowning at this moment, showing a few dissatisfaction and trouble.

He stared straight into the direction of the Buddha statue and shouted softly: "Hei Bone Sha, you have passed! Do you really want to fight with me?"

Black bone brake?

I was shocked when I remembered Baoshu's evaluation and quickly turned around and looked at the Buddha statue.

The next moment, two lines of bright red blood and tears suddenly flowed out from the gilded Buddha statue’s eyes!
Chapter completed!