Chapter 31 of Ghost Buddha Yang

Le Chen slowly walked in front of the crowd, slowly raised his head and looked at Tongtian Wu.

"Amitabha, the ghosts here are extremely fierce and powerful, and cannot be dealt with by ordinary martial arts. I see that your forehead is right, and I'm afraid you will suffer a bloody disaster if you stay here for too long."

Shedding the disguise of old age, Tongtian Wu now looked more like an evil witch. She smiled back at Chen, truly charming and enchanting.

"Master, no matter what you say, you're still here for the money, aren't you? I really wish your skills were as powerful as your mouth."

Le Chen sighed, looking somewhat helpless.

"You have misunderstood me, benefactor. I had a meeting with that ghost last night, and it is indeed powerful. However, the technique I have cultivated is the Vajra Bodhi Body, which can break the blood calamity. If you do not believe me, I will demonstrate it to you right away."

After saying this, Lechen ordered someone to bring over an iron rack. This rack was custom-made, looking a bit like a high-legged table. It consisted of four wooden poles supporting an iron plate with a hole in the middle. Two rails ran along the edges of the plate, and a sealed iron box sat atop them.

Le Chen asked someone to bring out a sharp boning knife from the kitchen and place it on the side of the iron plate, while he looked at Tongtian Wu.

"Sir, could you please do me a small favor?"

Tongtian Wu played with a strand of his hair with one hand, seemingly bored, while looking at Chen with a smile.

"Please go ahead."

"I will stand beneath this stand, and my head will be placed in this iron box. Next, I ask that you stab this knife into my neck."

"Hey, Master Monk, if you really have the secret to being invulnerable to swords and guns, then let Boss Zhang stab you seventeen or eighteen times right now. There's no need to make this so much trouble."

Zhang Chunhe's lips twitched, and he glanced at Tongtian Wu but said nothing else.

Le Chen put his palms together.

"I don't have any secrets to be invulnerable. Although this Vajra Bodhi body is mysterious, its methods are not suitable to be explained to outsiders. Amitabha."

Tongtian Wu spread his hands and said, "I can't help you."

"Master, I'm here to help you."

Jie Qianchou took a step forward and waved to Le Chen as a greeting.

"Helping others is our traditional virtue. Master, just tell me, how many times do you want me to stab you?"

Yan Ran covered his face with his hands, feeling ashamed to face people.

Liao Chen nodded slightly to Jie Qianchou.

"Poke it a few times, whatever happens."

After saying that, Chen crawled into the iron rack and put his head into the iron box. Jie Qianchou walked to Chen's side. He did not rush to do anything, but carefully looked at the iron plate and iron box in front of him. The iron plate was not thick, only about three to five centimeters thick. Jie Qianchou carefully touched the iron plate to make sure there was no mechanism on it. He knocked on the iron box containing Chen's head again, and there was no abnormal sound inside. It was just that Chen's body tilted slightly, which meant that he was a little dissatisfied with Jie Qianchou's behavior.

Xie Qianchou scratched his head and checked the sharp knife in his hand. It was sharp and tough. Xie Qianchou confirmed that this knife was not a switchblade or a telescopic knife.

Jie Qianchou approached the iron box and deliberately said loudly, "Master, am I going to poke it?"

Le Chen put his hands together, and although he didn't say anything, his meaning was that he agreed.

The sharp knife in Xie Qianchou's hand pierced the gap between the iron box and the iron plate. Xie Qianchou pushed the knife slowly, fearing he would actually kill the old monk. But the feeling in his hand told him that the tip of the knife was not resisting at all. Xie Qianchou carefully observed the iron plate and Le Chen, finding nothing unusual. Le Chen remained firmly planted until Xie Qianchou's knife completely penetrated the iron box, the tip of the knife emerging from the other end.

Xie Qianchou frowned, then jerked the knife free. The blade was intact, showing no flaws at all. Just as Xie Qianchou was stunned, Liao Chen suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Xie Qianchou's knife-gripping hand, and then thrust it fiercely at the iron box. The tip of the knife seemed to pierce the air, feeling no resistance at all.

Jie Qianchou was a little surprised. Could it be that Le Chen could really make his head disappear?

Xie Qianchou threw the knife to the ground, then shoved the iron box aside with all his might. The moment the iron box left, Xie Qianchou looked at the hole in the iron plate. It should have been where Le Chen's neck should have been, but now there was only a pool of blood and flesh underneath.

"What's going on?"

Jie Qianchou couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Le Chen stood still, and then he pushed the iron box back with one hand. Le Chen slowly opened the iron box, and a human head was revealed intact.

"Amitabha, if there are donors who think that I am a scammer, please come in and give it a try."

After Le Chen finished speaking, he came out from under the iron rack and glanced at everyone.

Jie Qianchou clapped his hands and exclaimed, "It is indeed the Vajra Bodhi Dharma. Now that the master has said so, I also want to experience it."

After saying this, Xie Qianchou crawled into the iron frame and placed his head into the iron box in the same way. Xie Qianchou was about the same height as Lechen, and once inside, he felt total darkness and a lack of air. The holes in the iron plate were large enough to keep the tightness at bay. There wasn't any mechanism inside, so how had Lechen made his head disappear?

While Xie Qianchou was still pondering, Lechen picked up the sharp knife that Xie Qianchou had thrown on the ground. Lechen placed the knife on the iron rack and made a move to stab the iron box.

Yan Ran grabbed Chen's hand.

"Master, he hasn't learned any magic that makes him invulnerable."

At this time, Jie Qianchou also hurriedly came out from the shelf.

"Don't prick me, don't prick me, I regret this, I don't want to experience it now."

Liao Chen put down his knife and put his palms together: "Since Master Yan Ran is here, I would like to ask Master Yan to teach me next."

"Well……"

Yan Ran was speechless all of a sudden.

Tongtian Wu swayed her slender waist like a water snake and came in front of Yan Ran.

"You little girl, didn't you say that Chen Fangqin would be unlucky? What, the prophet's prediction has failed, and you still have the nerve to talk nonsense?"

Yan Ran straightened his chest, looked directly at Tong Tian Wu and said, "How do you know my prediction is invalid?"

Tongtian Wu laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

"Oh, so that's how it is. You just randomly say something ambiguous, like it's going to rain. But you don't say it for sure, so if it rains tomorrow, it will rain, and if it rains a month from now, it will still rain. Right? If that's the case, then wouldn't everyone be a prophet? Haha, so funny."

Tongtian Wu said this while swaying her slender waist and walking behind Le Chen.

"Look at Master Lechen, he's really skilled. That's what you call skill."

Yan Ran's face turned red after what she said.

"My predictions are infallible. Now, I will tell you my third prediction, which is about the murderous ghost, which is..."

Yan Ran raised his finger and swept it over everyone present one by one.

"ah!"

Just as Yan Ran was about to make the prophecy, a very shrill scream suddenly came from a distance.

"This is... Chen Fangqin?"

Xie Qianchou looked at Yan Ran with an even more astonished look, as if asking, "You didn't really do anything to her, did you?"

Yan Ran was also confused. She ran towards the direction of the sound and turned back to say to everyone, "Something might have happened. Let's go check it out!"

Kikyo and others followed one after another.

Yan Ran followed the sound and ran to the hot spring on the top of the mountain. This time they took the main road instead of the detour through the cave (the cave where Yan Ran was almost suffocated by the ghost), and soon arrived at the hot spring pool.

Chen Fangqin lay on her back in the hot spring, her expression terrified, but at this moment she could no longer move. Jie Qianchou took two quick steps, gently felt Chen Fangqin's breath with his fingers, and then shook his head.

No one present spoke a word; they just stared blankly at Chen Fangqin's body.

Kikyo slowly turned her gaze towards Yan Ran.

"How terrible! Your prophecy... has come true."

Yan Ran had a strange expression on her face. She didn't expect that all the random things she said would come true one by one. Should she predict the lottery numbers?

As Yan Ran was lost in thought, she noticed the statue of Guanyin behind the hot spring. Tears of blood were slowly flowing from the delicately carved statue's eyes.

Others also noticed Yan Ran's strange behavior, and they all turned their eyes to the Buddha statue.

"Avalokitesvara weeps blood?"

When Jie Qianchou saw this scene, even though he was as smart as he was, he felt that the scene was extremely strange.

Liao Chen suddenly knelt down before the statue of Guanyin, clasped his hands together, and spoke in a trembling voice.

"This is a blood curse. No one here can escape!"