nyslfriends Chapter 37 Paper Dolls
Chapter 37 Paper Dolls
Fang Qi walked to the altar, but did not sit down.
The young monk lit an incense stick, then picked up a bowl of water, dipped a branch in it, and flicked it into the air, splashing water everywhere. "You have many karmic debts, benefactor. I think that merely making a petition is probably not enough to eliminate them. It would be best if you were ordained and entered the temple to observe a vegetarian diet."
"Otherwise, you will descend to the eighteenth level of hell and be unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation."
After saying that, he raised his hand and began to pinch and manipulate his radish-like fingers in a very professional manner, as if he were calculating something.
Surprisingly, as the little monk was calculating, a bright light actually appeared on his fingertips.
The light, like that of fireflies, was particularly dazzling in the dim temple.
"Please open your heart, benefactor, and I will cleanse your soul."
As soon as he finished speaking, the firefly turned into a shooting star and suddenly shot towards Fang Qi.
At that very moment, behind the little monk, there seemed to be a face with clenched teeth and waving hands, excitedly staring at Fang Qi.
Just as the firefly was about to reach Fang Qi, the light in the hall suddenly dimmed.
Fang Qi held the fluorescent light in his hand, glanced at it a few times, and then gently rubbed his fingers together.
呲~
A wisp of black smoke rose, the firefly light dissipated, and the hall fell into darkness again.
The young monk paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Your heart is not sincere, benefactor."
As soon as the words were spoken, hundreds of hanging earthenware pots in the hall began to move without any wind, accompanied by a chorus of questions:
"Your heart is not sincere."
The sound strikes straight to the soul, sending chills down one's spine.
"Is that all the tricks you have?" Fang Qi smiled faintly, his figure becoming ethereal as he instantly appeared on the altar.
The little monk clasped his hands together, raised his chubby little face, and stared at Fang Qi with his clear eyes: "Benefactor, your mind has been bewitched by evil spirits. I cannot save you. Please leave."
"Oh, then kill him."
Fang Qi remained expressionless, extending his right hand and gently touching the little monk's forehead.
"How dare you!" The little monk panicked.
hum!
Fang Qi's fingertips acted like a key, unlocking the little monk's forehead.
A burst of white light shot out, and countless eerie energies rushed out of the little monk's physical prison.
When the white light dissipated, the little monk was no longer visible on the altar; only a sinister paper figure remained.
To engage in these unorthodox practices in front of cultivators is like showing off one's axe in front of Guan Yu (a legendary Chinese general).
However, ordinary martial artists might not be able to deal with him as easily as Fang Qi.
Putting everything else aside, just considering how strange this little monk paper figure is, even the chief bodyguard of the Fang family, Meng Yusen, the eldest son of the family, would have a hard time taking it down.
Fang Qi picked up the paper figure, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Making paper figures...?"
This paper looks ordinary, but it is actually exceptionally tough, even seemingly impervious to water and fire.
Tianjin martial arts are the mainstream, but the Eastern Kingdom has a history of thousands of years. In addition to martial arts, there are also mysterious arts such as Qimen Dunjia, corpse driving and paper making, but for some reasons, they have not entered the mainstream.
This Huangtian Esoteric School seems to have quite a large temple. First there was the Five Internal Organs Secret Refinement, and now there's this side sect of making paper figures.
Fang Qi put the paper figure away, preparing to go back and study it.
He didn't even glance at the hanging earthenware pots.
When I first entered, my spiritual sense scanned the room and found it filled with rotting internal organs.
The reason why sandalwood incense is wafting here is actually to mask the stench of decay.
Passing the golden Buddha and stepping through the back door of the Wuque Hall, you will find a long corridor ahead, painted with various gods and Buddhas, some with kind faces and others with fierce expressions.
As you walk along the corridor, the gazes of these gods and Buddhas are watching you at all times.
Those with strong wills are better off, but timid people really wouldn't dare to walk down this corridor.
Fang Qi walked along the corridor, and the sandalwood scent in the air gradually dissipated, replaced by a faint smell of disinfectant, as if he were in a hospital.
At the end of the corridor, there was an even more magnificent Buddhist temple, brightly lit, as if one had ascended to a Buddhist kingdom.
......
At the same time, Xu Helin and Jiang Sui arrived at Wuque Hall, which was dark and gloomy.
The two split up.
Jiang Sui inspected the earthenware pot, while Xu Helin went straight to the altar.
moment.
"The Five Internal Organs Fish for Yin, Paper Figures Guard the Gate—this is the method of the Southern Five Yin Sect!" Xu Helin frowned.
"This sect has actually appeared in Tianjin!" Jiang Sui said with a grim face.
The Southern Five Yin Sect and the Wuji True Sect are similar; both were major sects from a hundred years ago.
However, the two are different. Wuji Zhenzong perished because it exhausted its resources to resist foreign invasion, leaving only a few successors.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the Southern Five Yin Sect collected corpses on a large scale, but was ultimately devoured by the enemy, leading to the sect's destruction.
"There are no obvious signs of a struggle here, and the paper figures guarding the gate aren't working. That kid surnamed Fang has probably alerted the snakes!"
Xu Helin's voice was icy.
"You're really courting death! Master Xu, let's go!"
"If my junior brother is harmed, I will make sure the entire Fang family is executed!"
The two believed that Fang Qi had already been captured by the paper effigy guarding the gate, and that this had alerted the enemy, so they had to act quickly.
......
Disinfectant, Western electric lights, Red Cross, glass doors...
The presence of these elements of a Western hospital within a temple surprised Fang Qi, who had just arrived at the place.
Yes, the lights in the Buddhist temple in front of him were not candles or oil lamps, but Western electric lights.
Furthermore, the words hanging at the entrance of the temple were not Buddhist sayings, but Red Cross symbols.
Such an unusual trade deficit would make anyone pause and pause.
"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda." An old monk in a kasaya, with a kind face, sat cross-legged at the door with his hands clasped together.
"A ritual is being performed inside; please do not disturb us."
As soon as he finished speaking, seven people with hostile eyes surrounded him from both sides.
These people were dressed in ordinary clothes; there were men, women, young and old.
"I only have one son, but God is blind and has made my son lack ambition. Fortunately, the master is merciful. Please do not disturb the Dharma."
First, an old man with a hunched back, leaning on a cane, spoke.
"Our whole family depends on my husband pulling a rickshaw to make a living," another woman sobbed and cursed. "Not only is no one willing to help, but some people also come to cause trouble. Do they want our whole family to die before they'll stop?"
Another boy was clutching a wooden stick tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on Fang Qi, as if he would fight to the death if Fang Qi dared to take a single step closer to the operating room.
Fang Qi stood in the center of the courtyard, glanced at the people, and then looked at the old monk at the gate. "Old man, you stink."
Although the air was filled with disinfectant, as soon as he entered the place, he smelled the same stench of decay emanating from the old monk as he had smelled from the earthenware jars in the Wuque Hall.
The old monk remained expressionless, his hands still clasped together, and said only, "A monk is compassionate; please leave, benefactor."
Just then, the Red Cross light above the operating room went out, and a doctor in a white coat came out and sighed deeply: "He couldn't be saved."
"My son!"
"father!"
"You heartless bastard! All I did was ask you to do a couple more trips! What are you complaining about being tired for?! If you die, how will we live?!"
Some people collapsed to the ground, while others wailed and wept bitterly, displaying their deep sorrow.
"It's you! It's all your fault!" the woman suddenly pointed at Fang Qi and began to curse. "If it weren't for you, my husband wouldn't be dead!"
Swish swish!
The other six people's eyes instantly turned to Fang Qi with anger.
It seemed as if Fang Qi had truly killed the pillar of their family.
"Well said..." The old monk twirled the prayer beads one by one, sighing softly, "Benefactor, your karmic debts have been increased once again."
Fang Qi casually picked three incense sticks from the incense burner next to him.
"Is the performance over?"
Swish swish!
The three incense sticks shot out like arrows released from a bow.
One rod pierced the chest of an old man selling goods on the street, another exploded in the chest of a boy, and yet another ignited the incessantly chattering woman.