"This old monk said that I can save this girl's life, why don't you agree?
Are you afraid of death?
Or are you afraid that this old monk is lying to you? "
The big monk looked at Du Kang who was holding Weiwei in his arms and his eyes were blood red. He slowly turned the prayer beads in his hand and placed one palm in front of his chest, "A monk does not lie."
"Who is not afraid of death!"
Du Kang sneered and pointed at the big monk, "If you know what's good for you, get out of my way. Otherwise, even if you are the Buddha today, I will still kill you."
"You have killed too many people, and your heart is full of anger and obsession. Why don't this old monk release you from purgatory and fulfill your karma of this life!"
Shi Yong Kong said and took a step forward. His big foot stepped into the tiles and he struck out with his palm. Du Kang dodged to the side and punched Shi Yong Kong's temple. His whole body was shaken and because he used too much force, he almost fell to the ground.
"Damn, I forgot that this guy is a ghost."
Du Kang cursed inwardly. He couldn't hit Shi Yong Kong, but Shi Yong Kong could hit him accurately. This was like a commoner meeting money, there was no way to play.
"If I can't play, then I won't play with you anymore!"
Du Kang passed through Shi Yong Kong and rushed to the front door. He didn't look back and rushed out with Weiwei in his arms.
"Amitabha, you can't go anywhere."
Shi Yong Kong stood in front of Du Kang and looked at him. His fingers twisted the prayer beads, and with a kacha sound, the bracelet broke, and the beads flew to Du Kang's left and right. They actually let out a series of ghostly wails. Du Kang looked over and was shocked to find that the eighteen prayer beads floating in the air were actually eighteen human heads. Although they were only the size of walnuts, each of them had eyebrows and eyes, and they were vivid and lifelike.
The one facing Du Kang was the head of a woman. Her long hair was tied behind her head, revealing a pointy oval face. Her facial features were exquisite, and one look was enough to tell that she was a tender girl from the south. Her face was full of cracks like porcelain, and two streams of bloody tears flowed from her eyes. Her sobs made people who heard her sobs feel sorrow from the bottom of their hearts.
This was only one head. There were a total of eighteen heads around Du Kang. Some were crying, some were laughing, and the sound was like a devil's voice pouring into his brain. He felt an inexplicable sense of irritation in his heart. He wanted nothing more than to smash and destroy everything in front of him.
"Xiao Pang, catch!"
A cold wind blew, and a breathless Lao Wang appeared on the other side. As soon as his body touched a prayer bead, he was bounced away by a flash of blood. Lao Wang was in the air and threw something to Du Kang. He reached out and caught it. It was Weiwei's first-aid kit.
Du Kang remembered that there were a lot of strange things in Weiwei's first-aid kit, such as the Five-Element Flag and the Yin-Yang Plate. They were all used to deal with demons and ghosts. However, before he finished being happy, he suddenly realized a very important problem. That was, Weiwei knew how to use them, but he didn't.
So far, the only magic he knew was the Thunder Palm that Weiwei gave him for self-defense. It could be used three times, but he had used it to fight the water corpse and the female ghost.
"What the hell!" This feeling was as awkward as holding an AK47 in one's hand and not being able to pull the safety off.
At the same time, the 18 prayer beads kept rotating. Black smoke floated out of the prayer beads, forming a thin layer of ghostly miasma. From the outside, it looked like a black eggshell was upside down on the ground.
Suddenly, a prayer bead rushed out of the ghostly miasma and became the size of a human head. It opened its mouth and spouted a pitch-black ghostly miasma. It opened its mouth and fiercely bit towards Du Kang's neck with its sharp teeth.
"What the hell!"
Du Kang instinctively waved his palm, intending to slap the ghost head away. As a result, his palm directly passed through the ghost head. In an instant, half of his arm was covered with a layer of white frost. The ghost head did not slow down at all. When its big mouth was about to bite Du Kang's neck.
Suddenly, Du Kang felt a warm flow sliding across the back of his neck. At the same time, there was a buzzing sound. A golden light flashed, blocking the ghost head. The ghost head bit the golden light as if it was biting a red-hot iron plate. Black smoke rose, and with a very strange roar, it quickly retreated into the ghostly miasma.
"This is …" Du Kang held Weiwei with one hand and wiped his neck collar with his right hand. Only then did he remember that he still had the Buddha's Hand on his back. Because he had taken off his coat just now, the Buddha's Hand was hanging on his vest inside. In a hurry, he had forgotten about it.
"What the hell, I'm riding a donkey looking for a donkey. The peach wood sword was left in the carriage. This Buddha's Hand is much more useful than the peach wood sword."
With a flip of his hand, he pulled out the Buddha's Hand and used it to block in front of his body. Relying on his senses and memory, he moved step by step towards the carriage. He also paid attention to the movements in front of him to prevent another ghost head from sneaking an attack.
Although the Buddha's Hand looked a little strange, it was still very useful at critical moments. At this moment, holding it in Du Kang's hand, Du Kang felt waves of warm flow from the Buddha's Hand into his body. His fatigue and pain were greatly reduced. More importantly, the Buddha's Hand seemed to have the effect of calming the mind. Du Kang felt that his heart had gradually calmed down, and his pair of blood-red eyes had also returned to normal.
If there was an outsider present, they would definitely discover that at this moment, a faint black vortex was being washed away by a layer of golden light, flying out from Du Kang's body. It was the resentment that had invaded his body.
Du Kang and Weiwei were different from Lao Wang. Weiwei was a ghost envoy, and according to her, she was a "great" demon who had cultivated for a thousand years. Lao Wang was a Yin spirit, so naturally, he would not be corroded by resentment and Yin Qi. However, Du Kang was different. Although he was a living dead, strictly speaking, he had already returned to the Yang Realm, which meant that he was a living person.
After fighting with water corpses and fierce ghosts, he had unknowingly been contaminated with Yin Qi and resentment. If it wasn't for Weiwei's brand and Du Kang's Yang Qi, he would have long been unconscious. However, it had also affected his mood, making him violent and easily angered.
The Buddha's Hand itself was a Buddhist magical treasure, so it had an innate restraining effect on resentment and Yin spirits. Du Kang activated his Yang Qi, causing the Buddha's Hand to emit a boundless golden light. Like a golden sword, it pierced through the ghostly miasma, and the eighteen prayer beads flew back to Shi Yongkong's hand.
"Fo Guang, are you a Buddhist disciple?"
Shi Yongkong frowned as he looked at Du Kang, whose body was flickering with golden Buddha's Light. His pair of crazed and turbid eyes flashed with a bright light, but it only lasted for a moment. He shook his head and said, "No, no, you have … ah!"
"Give him the Buddha's Hand!"
Weiwei's voice suddenly rang in Du Kang's ears. At first, Du Kang didn't react. He looked down at the unconscious Weiwei and said, "Sister Chu, Sister Chu, was it you who was talking just now?"
"Hurry up and give him the Buddha's Hand. I was talking to you with my Primordial Spirit. Hurry up, there's not much time left!" Weiwei's voice was very urgent.
"Hey!
Big monk, catch it. "
Du Kang threw the Buddha's Hand to Shi Yongkong. The monk, who was beating his head with his fist, subconsciously reached out and caught it. In an instant, a golden light spread from his arm to Shi Yongkong's whole body. Wisps of pitch-black resentment rose up and hovered above the monk's head.
A faintly discernible Buddhist chant came out from Shi Yongkong's mouth. As the golden light grew brighter and brighter, the last trace of ghost energy in Shi Yongkong's body was forced out and merged with the dark cloud above his head.