Chapter 75

Dear book lovers, I have a favor to ask—many of you have been with me since the beginning, from X Heng to Qidian, but there are some differences that I need to explain in detail: Qidian requires a level of activity in the book review section, which is calculated based on the reviews posted by everyone. If there are more reviews, the activity level is higher, and the moderator can distribute more essence, which is experience. Conversely, if there are fewer reviews, the experience is less... Many book lovers are new accounts with insufficient experience and few votes, so the recommendation votes are not as high as before. This is due to my fault, and I am very grateful, but... sigh! I can only ask for your help again, to post more reviews, complete more tasks, gain more experience, and increase the votes to give me more support! I am ashamed and embarrassed, please forgive me!

I promise to do my best with this book and will never abandon it! Can we take the lead in the Qidian supernatural category, both in clicks and recommendation votes?

This is just the first step!

The bamboo segments burned in the fire, occasionally making a crisp sound like firecrackers, which penetrated the eardrums, preventing Zunbao from falling into a deep sleep. In a daze, half asleep and half awake, he suddenly felt a sense of unease.

The night was dark, the sky full of stars, and there was no difference, but Zunbao sensed a faint danger in the air. The sense of crisis made him turn over instantly and dash out of the gap behind the hall like lightning.

But immediately, he retreated as quickly as he had come!

Before he could find another way out, three monks in strange attire appeared from three directions, surrounding Zunbao—yet Zunbao did not even notice them!

He was staring intently at the night outside the gap, as if he had seen a ghost... No, seeing a ghost would not have caused such shock and bewilderment. It was clearly the most unbelievable thing in the world!

A plump human skin balloon crawled in from outside the wall!

The human skin used its hands and feet to crawl in through the gap, stepping over the threshold, moving low, and every movement was just like a living person. Zunbao stood there, frozen in fear, his heart almost stopping!

The human skin walked up to him, its hollow eyes staring straight at him, as if looking at something or saying something... Zunbao, still in shock, suddenly drew his dagger and stabbed at the human skin.

The distance was close, and the attack was sudden, so the monks had not yet rushed over to stop him. The human skin was already punctured, making a hissing sound, but it suddenly curled back, wrapping Zunbao entirely, with its limbs wrapping around his like ropes, tightening and pulling, binding him tightly.

Zunbao had tried to dodge as he attacked, but this made him lose his balance. He stumbled and crashed into the altar table, making a loud noise and falling to the ground—several large hands suddenly grabbed his arms and shoulders, pressing him to the ground!

It was the monks who had rushed over.

The human skin wrapped around Zunbao's head, covering it tightly, and a faint smell of decay filled the temple, turning into a tangible mist, a pale green mist!

The mist separated from the human skin and rushed into Zunbao's head, then disappeared into his brain. If a person with some knowledge of the supernatural were present, they would recognize the meaning!

Possession! That's all it was.

As the mist entered Zunbao's brain, the human skin became limp and slack. Zunbao's eyes rolled back, white foam appeared at the corners of his mouth, and his body stiffened, trembling uncontrollably, like a seizure—finally, the child's skin fell to the ground, no longer moving.

At the same time, Zunbao's eyes rolled back, his face turned a ghastly green, and his expression became grotesquely evil. Before the monks could react, his lips twisted violently, and he began to vomit uncontrollably!

What he vomited was a thick, dark green liquid!

The monks exchanged glances, understanding the meaning—this was the ghost that had returned from Tusita Heaven, forcibly entering his body, about to take over and reincarnate as a human!

This was the true purpose of the tall, thin monk. He had not failed to notice Zunbao following him, but he had another plan—this child's unique destiny made him the perfect candidate for his disciple to reincarnate, but the child could not be made into a zombie child to carry around, as it would not have a complete soul for the ghost from Tusita Heaven to consume.

There was only one way: to ignore the child's following and wait for the three-day period for the ghost to return to its body, then summon the soul directly... This was his plan, and he acted accordingly!

And it worked as he had predicted!

Zunbao lay stiff on the ground, his body alternately cold and hot. The monk, understanding the severity of the situation, did not dare to be careless. He put Zunbao in a hemp sack and carried him back to the inn. Even after they returned, Zunbao's body continued to change, with no soul gaining the upper hand...

But the tall, thin monk was clearly very confident in his Buddhist powers. He had already considered Zunbao a dead child and waved his hand to have his subordinates move him to a side room. Then he recited the Sumeru mantra and let everyone rest...

They rested, but the Zunbao who was supposed to ambush them after they rested could no longer do so!

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The night was dark, the moon full, and the stars shone brightly; the river cast a half-shadow, and the frost of the distant sky was cold and clear.

Just as the moon was tilting westward and the cold crows were weary, several black shadows suddenly appeared in the small inn. These shadows were agile, light-footed, and moved with great precision, clearly experienced thieves.

The shadows carried a bulging bag and silently approached the courtyard. The leader nodded slightly, and the shadows began to scatter the contents of the bag along the wall.

The sound was like silkworms eating mulberry leaves or waves crashing on the beach, continuous and unbroken. Soon, the entire courtyard was covered with a layer of fine, glittering grains, which were a mixture of salt and cinnabar.

After the salt was spread, the leader made a "gugu" sound, and the door to the inner hall opened. Several salt smugglers crept out, carrying buckets of unknown liquid, and formed a tight circle around three sides of the courtyard.

When everyone was in position, two people carried a large armchair and placed it in front of the group. Then, several people slowly walked out of the house, and an old man sat in the armchair, with a man standing solemnly beside him, holding a three-foot-long black iron ruler, inscribed with numerous bone-script characters, the Danhe Quantian Ruler.

The others were from the Dingjia Sect, with the sickly elder Shizhangtian sitting in the chair and the current clan leader Shibuzhuan standing beside him. The father of Huakongque immediately approached and whispered, "Master Shi, everything is ready here..."

Suddenly, a head appeared on the wall of the courtyard, making a "gugu" sound, and the man immediately responded, "They are ready outside too."

Elder Shi nodded slightly and said, "Thank you all for your efforts today. Please wait a moment while we prepare, and then we will act according to the plan—please be careful and do not harm the children."

"Of course, of course..." Huakongque's father replied, "Please, please."

Elder Shi slowly removed an ancient jade ring from his finger, and Shibuzhuan immediately took it and placed it in the courtyard. Then, Elder Shi made a hand sign with his right hand, took out a talisman with his left hand, and threw it into the air, muttering, "Heaven is clear, earth is pure, I summon the Heavenly Dragon, obey my command... By my command! Heavenly Dragon, serve me!"

The talisman floated down and landed on the jade ring, turning to ashes in an instant. Before the ashes could fully extinguish, a black whirlwind suddenly appeared in the air.

The whirlwind started small, circling above the jade ring, and grew larger as the ashes were drawn in, eventually transforming into a rolling black smoke dragon that shot into the sky, stirring up dust and sand, and making a loud hissing sound.

In an instant, a faint sound appeared in the courtyard—Shibuzhuan took a step forward, raised the Quantian Ruler, and pointed it at the courtyard, shouting, "Pour!"

Immediately, buckets of liquid were poured into the courtyard from all sides, making a hissing sound as they hit the ground, creating a thick fog. The monks inside were heard muttering incomprehensibly.

Elder Shizhangtian's face was grim, and he sniffed, "As expected! These villains not only captured my disciples but also performed evil magic here, trying to steal a dragon and transform a dead person, gathering yin energy. So when they encountered the water made from horsehair and ox horns, it reacted, creating this fog..." As he spoke, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted, "They're out!"

With that shout, the courtyard door burst open, and a group of zombie children rushed out, scattering in all directions. The Dingjia Sect disciples charged forward, their sticks and clubs forming a wall in front of everyone.

"Pour! Pour quickly! Pour on the children..." Huakongque's father shouted frantically, "Pour on their heads! The master said to pour on their heads..." Buckets of water were thrown at the children.

The zombie children were already drenched in talisman water, and this made them even wetter, with white smoke rising from their heads, and their bodies trembling uncontrollably, losing all strength. The Dingjia Sect disciples beat and kicked them, and others immediately rushed forward to tie the children's mouths with red cloth and bind them face-up.

The courtyard was filled with shouts as everyone worked to subdue the children—Elder Shi, however, paid no attention, listening intently. After a moment, his face changed, and he shouted, "Buzhuan, go to the back yard quickly! The monks must be at your uncle's place!" Shibuzhuan responded and immediately led several disciples out of the courtyard, heading to the back, where the sounds of shouting and fighting could be heard.

Elder Shi raised his hand and pointed to the sky, commanding, "Sky, go and capture the leader, and return with your mission accomplished!"

The black whirlwind in the sky turned and immediately rushed out.