"Sister Chu, something happened. There seems to be a demonic force calling them, and I … I'm here too!"
The Buddha aura around Du Kang's body fluctuated violently. The expression on his face was sometimes sacred and solemn, sometimes violent and ferocious, alternating indeterminately. Even his words were intermittent and strenuous, as if there were two people talking.
"Calm your mind and guard your sense of perception first."
Weiwei scolded softly with a trace of Genuine Qi. Her words were like spring thunder, deafening the deaf. A trace of struggle flashed across Du Kang's face, and then he returned to his solemn appearance. He simply sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and no longer cared about what was happening around him. He kept chanting the Heart Sutra of Guanyin Bodhisattva.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva has been practicing the Prajna Paramita for a long time.
He has seen the emptiness of the five skandhas and passed through all sufferings.
Relic, form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. It is the same for perception, perception, action, and consciousness.
Relic is the emptiness of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing. "
The fluctuating Buddha aura sprinkled down again, slowly enveloping the whole bedroom. It was like an alms bowl made of gold was upside down in the room, covering Du Kang and the others, including the seven female ghosts.
In just a short while, the blood had already reached the door of the dormitory. It was deep enough to reach the knees of an adult man, rolling and rolling. Hands and heads rushed out of the blood, slapping and biting at the green light that had rushed out of the Five Emperors coins. The green light shook, as if it could break at any time.
"What a terrible cultivation. I'm afraid it's a Ghost King."
Ran Jing frowned and said to Weiwei in a low voice. The three-inch square seal appeared again in her palm, constantly flashing with green gold light.
Weiwei's eyes lit up when she saw the small seal in Ran Jing's hand. She grabbed Ran Jing's wrist and said excitedly, "My goodness, you even brought Little Fantian down the mountain. This is an important item of Maoshan Mountain. How could your stingy master be willing to give it up?"
Ran Jing pursed her lips. "Nonsense. Of course he wouldn't give it to me. I took it myself. He's in the Maoshan Sect anyway, so this Little Overturning is just a decoration. I might as well use it to protect myself."
"Tsk, I say, feelings are stolen. Oh no, that thing is coming."
Before Weiwei could finish her words, the paper money that was falling from the sky like snowflakes suddenly stopped. A gust of chilly wind blew, stirring up thousands of layers of blood. Countless human hands reached out from the blood and grabbed the air.
This scene was like purgatory in the mortal world, whereas, on this layer of blood and numerous ghostly hands, a tall figure walked over slowly. Her bare feet were jade white like they were carved from fine jade, and a great red dress was dragged on the blood as the tip of her feet lightly tapped the surface of the water, causing her to seem like a celestial maiden that had descended to the mortal world.
"Holy sh * t, this girl is pretty."
Cang Jin poked his head out from behind Weiwei and Ran Jing, just in time to see a pretty face carved from jade. She had a phoenix crown on her head, and her hair was tied up high. Her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, with almond eyes and peach cheeks. However, her expression was cold, as if she was a celestial maiden from heaven. She had a cold arrogance that kept people at a distance.
"Don't talk, this guy is probably a Ghost King, very difficult to deal with."
Weiwei lowered her voice and at the same time, stuffed the Child-mother Yin Spirit Ribbon into Cang Jin's hand. "Take this, it can also be considered a Dharma treasure."
Cang Jin took it in his hand and pulled it twice, then sneered and said, "Don't worry, a Ghost King can't take my life."
"Who are you people?"
The Red-robed Ghost King spoke slowly, stopped in front of the green light, and frowned, as if he did not like the people in front of him. He raised his hand and waved gently, and the ghost hands and heads that were slapping and biting the green light became even more violent, banging against each other. The Five Emperors' Coins that were fixed on the ground began to shake slightly, and it could be blown away at any time.
"I am Ran Jing, an inner sect disciple of the Maoshan Sect," Ran Jing was the first to speak, holding Little Fantian in one hand and putting one hand in front of his chest. Weiwei bowed as a greeting.
Weiwei snorted coldly, and the dragon tongue orchid on her fingertip buzzed. At the same time, a large seal rushed out of the top of her head, suspended above her head, and emitted rays of light. "City God of Cangcheng, Chu Weiwei."
"Me?" Cang Jin smiled, blinked his big eyes, and threw a seductive look at her, then said, "I'm neither a Celestial Master who exterminates evil and protects the Dao, nor the City God of the Underworld. I'm just an evil spirit, hehe, but I have a good relationship with them."
"An inner sect disciple of the Maoshan Sect?"
The Red-Robed Ghost King frowned even more, carefully looked at Ran Jing for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Do you know Qin Han?"
As soon as they heard the words Qin Han, there seemed to be an invisible magic. Weiwei and Ran Jing were stunned at the same time and looked at each other. Weiwei pursed her red lips as if she had something to say, but she held it back and looked at Ran Jing.
Ran Jing was extremely excited and asked, "You've seen my Eldest Senior Brother?
Where is he now? "
"Qin Han is your Senior Brother?"
A sneer appeared at the corner of the Red-Robed Ghost King's mouth, "I want to ask you where he is now, but you ask me, it's really funny!"
"Weiwei, who is this Qin Han?"
Cang Jin didn't know who Qin Han was, but looking at the reaction of Ran Jing and Weiwei, he knew that it was definitely related to them, so he couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
However, he didn't want to be heard by the Red-Robed Ghost King. He turned sideways and looked out of the broken glass window. The night was boundless, the cold stars were dotted, a crescent moon was in the sky, and two wisps of clouds were half covered.
"Qin Han, he's a liar. Back then, he promised to save me from this boundless purgatory after three years. I believed him and waited bitterly for three years. But after three years, there was no news from him, not even a word. Three years passed, and then another three years, and then another three years. A total of thirty-six years have passed. I've waited for him for thirty-six years!"
The Red-Robed Ghost King became more and more agitated as she spoke. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and her eyes were bloodshot, which were as red as blood. On her pretty face, there were blue and black blood vessels bulging. A delicate and beautiful woman instantly became a hideous and terrifying ghost bride!
"In the first twelve years, I was worried about him, in the second twelve years, I resented him, and now, another twelve years have passed, I hate him, I want to pull out his tendons, peel his skin, eat his flesh, drink his blood, I want to capture his soul, I want him to taste the feeling of being cheated for 36 years, waiting for 36 years!"
"Hey, I say, this Ghost King seems to have a bit of a relationship with your Senior Brother Qin Han. Why don't you try calling her sister-in-law, maybe she will let us go." Cang Jin teased.
After listening to Cang Jin's words, Ran Jing was so angry that she wanted to stuff her mouth, but she had to admit that what Cang Jin said was not impossible. From the words of the Red-Robed Ghost King, even a fool could tell that the relationship between her and Qin Han was absolutely extraordinary.