Chapter 150 Cast a forbidden spell!

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The old monk led Wang Feng to the meditation room and pushed open the creaking wooden door.

The furnishings in the house were minimalist: a mottled wooden bed, a yellowed straw mat, and a coarse cloth quilt that had been washed white.

"This humble room is simple. If you don't mind, please sit on the edge of the bed." The old monk's voice softened a little.

After Wang Feng sat down, the old monk's eyes fell on the crystal lotus petals. "Is that the Holy Lotus of Tianshan Mountain in your hand? Judging from its quality, it must be quite old."

"Yes, the Millennium Tianshan Holy Lotus." Wang Feng casually tossed the crystal petals. "Although it can't bring the dead back to life, as long as there's still a breath left, it can be saved, and it can also prolong life."

The old monk's breathing obviously stagnated, and the Buddhist beads in his hand were clenched with a "click".

He quickly closed his eyes and chanted: "Amitabha. Amitabha."

After a long moment, the old monk finally opened his eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Do you really wish to exchange this sacred object for six months of my protection?"

"That's right." Wang Feng gently placed the lotus petals on the wooden bed. "The master only needs to stay here for half a year."

Half a year is enough time for him to free up his hands and cultivate his own top combat power.

Then you won’t have to worry about your home being stolen by the forbidden spell.

The old monk stared at the lotus petal, his Adam's apple rolling unconsciously. "Donor, how did you know that I have reached the realm of forbidden spells?"

His voice was filled with confusion. "I have lived in seclusion here for decades and have never revealed this to anyone."

"Maybe." Wang Feng smiled mysteriously, "Is it fate?"

He deliberately didn't explain.

Although he had [Psychic Disaster] and his mental strength had reached the eighth level, it was still too risky to lie in the face of a forbidden mental spell.

It's better to remain mysterious than to take risks.

The Buddhist beads in the old monk's hand paused for a moment, then slowly began to turn again:

"Well, I can protect Feiniao City for half a year, but..." His voice suddenly became a little uneasy, "Can I hand over these lotus petals first?"

Wang Feng readily stuffed the lotus petals into the old monk's hands and said, "This is a gift for the master. Feel free to take it."

The old monk was visibly stunned, his skinny fingers trembling slightly. "Donor, aren't you afraid that I'll go back on my word?"

"What are you afraid of?" Wang Feng smiled meaningfully. "Emotions can be disguised, but the nature of good and evil cannot be hidden. Master, don't you agree?"

The old monk's pupils shrank slightly, and then a look of sudden realization appeared on his face. "Amitabha. So the donor is also a fellow practitioner."

…

After leaving Lingyin Temple, Wang Feng stood in front of the mountain gate and pondered for a moment, then turned and rushed towards the Demon City.

Although the old monk is a mind-based forbidden spell, he is still a little too old.

Whether or not he could still cast forbidden spells was a question.

And seeing how anxious he was to get the Holy Lotus of Tianshan, he probably wanted to extend the life of an old friend.

If I really face the Holy Judge or Holy Shadow, I'm afraid they won't be able to survive until I can tear space apart and rush over.

My master, Dean Xiao, is the dean of Mingzhu Academy and is naturally too busy with official duties to be available.

At the moment, we have to guard against the Holy Court and ensure the safety of Feiniao City. Song Qiming, the former priest of the Holy Court, is undoubtedly the best candidate.

…

The familiar sign of Qingtian Hunting House came into view. I pushed open the creaking wooden door and the familiar smell of tobacco hit me in the face.

Song Qiming was sitting behind the counter, smoking a pipe. When he saw Wang Feng, he was obviously startled and the pipe almost fell out of his mouth.

"Wang Feng?" Old Man Bao narrowed his eyes and looked Wang Feng up and down. "Aren't you in the government office undergoing training? Why did you suddenly come back?"

Wang Feng walked straight to the counter, pulled out a chair and sat down: "I encountered something urgent and came back to deal with it."

"Oh."

Song Qiming blew out a smoke ring, and a gleam of light flashed in his turbid old eyes.

"Are you in some trouble?" He tapped the counter lightly with his pipe. "Tell me, what can I do for you, old man?"

Wang Feng nodded solemnly. He didn't need to hold back when facing an elder like Song Qiming. This old man, like Dean Xiao, was a trustworthy elder.

"The Court of Extraordinary Judges has targeted my people," Wang Feng said solemnly. "I'd like to ask you to stay in Feiniao City. If the Court of Extraordinary Judges sends someone, I hope you can temporarily stop them. I will return immediately to deal with it."

Song Qiming's expression suddenly changed when he heard this, and he almost dropped his pipe.

He looked at Wang Feng in disbelief. "The Court of Extraordinary Justice is targeting you? What could have happened to alarm the Court of Extraordinary Justice?"

As the law enforcement arm of the Holy Inquisition, the Court of Inquisition only handles the most serious cases.

Hunt down forbidden spell wizards who violate magic treaties or criminals who use forbidden techniques without authorization.

Anyone they target poses a major threat to humanity.

"It's not that I've done anything wrong." Wang Feng shook his head, "It's just that I took in three victims."

“Ahem—”

Song Qiming coughed repeatedly due to the smoke, his old face full of shock, "Three people died?!"

"You should have heard of two people." Wang Feng explained,

"The first is Qin Yu'er, who was sealed in the White Scar of Tianshan ten years ago; the second is Ding Yumian, who is under the protection of Dean Fu; and the third is a newly awakened Fire-type Disaster-stricken person whom I discovered during my training in the National Palace. He is now my disciple."

Wang Feng told the whole story.

Then, Wang Feng stared into Song Qiming's eyes and said:

"Master Song, the victims of the disaster may indeed cause disasters, but is this what they want? Even if the host dies, the power of the disaster will find a new carrier. Aren't these chosen people also victims?"

"More importantly, they never actually caused a disaster. Why should a victim who caused no harm be called a 'disaster'?"

"The Court of Justice is arresting and killing them without any investigation. Is that fair? When I protect them, I'm not only safeguarding a few innocent lives, but also preventing a real disaster."

Wang Feng's eyes were blazing. "Please think about this. After someone dies, this power will search for the next host. If this power falls into the hands of a demon hostile to humans, what will be the consequences?"

In the original novel, Qiuchi and Qiuhua, the twin disaster stars, were not truly gifted with disasters.

But the storm created by the two great monarchs joining forces could affect the entire Xiamen, and Xiamen was even just a little bit away from falling.

He couldn't imagine how great the disaster would be if the true talent of disaster-bringing fell into the hands of a demon hostile to humans!

After listening to Wang Feng's words, Song Qiming was silent for a long time.

Didn't he understand that what Wang Feng said made sense?

But in the final analysis, he is just a priest, and his duty is only to supervise whether the judge is enforcing the law impartially.

Ultimately, he was powerless to change the iron laws of the Holy City and the rulings of the Court of Inquiry.

After a while, the old man sighed and said, "Never mind. I'll leave for Feiniao City tomorrow and keep an eye on the Holy Court's movements for you. But I really can't interfere with their decision."

"That's enough. Thank you, Mr. Song." Wang Feng smiled and took out a crystal clear Tianshan lotus petal from his arms and placed it on the counter.

"This is a thank you gift. It should be of some help to you."

Song Qiming's eyes fixed on the lotus petals that emitted pure cold air, his pupils shrinking slightly.

"You kid"

"Give my regards to Lingling and Senior Sister Leng Qing. I'll take my leave now."

Wang Feng waved his hand, turned around and pushed the door open to leave.

…

Although Song Qiming and the old monk from Lingyin Temple have agreed to stay in Feiniao City, they are ultimately just external forces.

What you can truly trust completely are the forces under your command.

Currently, the one who is closest to the forbidden spell level is only Ye Chang.

"I don't know if my essence can help Ye Chang cast the forbidden spell."

(End of this chapter)