Chapter 155 Ajarn is currently in a state of...
Ajarn is currently experiencing a period of inflated self-confidence.
The sight of a head with two faces, one in front and one behind, is truly disgusting.
The woman clicked her tongue. No wonder their men had come up empty-handed when they entered and left the building in disguise; it turned out that the Nine Netherworld Soul Mask was worn by the Ajarn close to his body.
He wanted to fight too, and with a gentle flick of his fingers, the mask at the back of his head was easily ripped off. The blood-soaked mask wasn't smooth; it was covered in blood and pinkish growths, with strands of flesh extending into the air like nerve tendrils. Ajarn still suffered from his lack of understanding of Chinese mythology, still regarding Nezha as an arrogant young cultivator with only minor abilities. Ajarn smiled, "Don't worry, little brother, I'm coming."
The tentacles on the mask touched his face and pierced into it, fitting him perfectly. Instantly, the empty, single-eyed hole on the mask's surface was filled. It flickered and shifted, eventually transforming into countless pairs of eyes, filling Ajarn's entire face. Each eye was different, revealing many faces from behind. All the purple, raven-black, blood-stained vengeful spirits struggled to break free from Ajarn's body, but could not escape, only transforming into spores floating around the man like meatballs squeezed from a tiger's mouth.
"Fancy".
Nezha scoffed.
Seeing this, the woman took out her peach wood sword, intending to help.
Nezha turned to her again and uttered two words: "Getting in the way."
The woman paused, wanting to explode. But remembering that this young man might be a charming ancestor, she obediently sheathed her sword and stood there blankly as if being punished.
Pingyu looked at Ajarn and felt a chill run down her spine. She grabbed the hand of the woman beside her and gestured for her to leave.
woman:?
There's a murderous aura about him!
Moreover, it seems to have been sent by friendly forces!
The boy floating outside the window shouted, "Nezha, be careful!"
"Hide away," Nezha nodded, softening his tone, "I'll find you when it's all over."
Ping Yu currently lacks spiritual power, and standing there idly would only hinder others. So she pulled the woman to a secluded corner near the corridor where she could see the battle clearly. The woman was still in a state of shock, her worldview turned upside down. She squatted down with Ping Yu, bewildered, and asked, "Little sister, who exactly are you?"
How come he's so familiar with the Crown Prince? It doesn't seem like a relationship between a spirit medium and a god at all.
In this era of depleted spiritual energy, even the most unorthodox and evil methods pale in comparison to these two people from the Shang and Zhou dynasties. Completely unconcerned about Nezha, she propped her chin on her hand and asked the woman, "Sister, you said your name is Ling Quan, right?"
Ping Yu remembered that this was how the other party referred to himself when he confronted Ajarn.
"That's right."
Ling Quan affirmed.
"So you really are an executive officer from Bureau 749?" Before transmigrating, although he knew nothing about metaphysics, Ping Yu was extremely familiar with this term. This seemingly fictional department frequently appeared in various anomalous containment novels. Now that he had met a real person, Ping Yu's eyes lit up like two flames. Ling Quan wasn't good at dealing with overly enthusiastic people, and she awkwardly rubbed her face, saying, "Yes..."
"What's this 'Infant Burning Tower' you're talking about?"
Upon hearing this, Ling Quan raised an eyebrow, her expression revealing surprise. She had spoken very quickly to Ajarn Ming earlier, and she hadn't expected Ping Yu to remember not only her name but also the purpose of her visit so clearly. Looking at this young woman who had such a close relationship with the Crown Prince, she patiently explained, "Do you know of a village called 'Baishui Village' in the countryside outside Baishui Street?"
Pingyu shook his head honestly.
"Baishui Village, its construction date is unknown. However, there is a stone pagoda in the village, which was used to dispose of 'useless' infants from the Ming and Qing Dynasties to the Republic of China period." Ling Quan's tone was flat, as if she were reading ordinary textual information. Although she tried her best to make her tone fair and impartial, her eyebrows still gradually furrowed uncontrollably, and resentment filled her heroic face, with anger being particularly prominent.
"The tomb raiders knew that Kuntai needed infant spirits to refine Yin tablets, so they passed this information on to him. They told him that he only needed to pay the village committee an annual rent fee to use the village's Infant Burning Tower at will."
Ling Quan didn't say much, but his words made Ping Yu's stomach churn. An indescribable urge to retch surged in her throat, forcing Ping Yu to cover her mouth to suppress it. After calming down for a while, she asked Ling Quan again, "So what are you going to do with those children who have been turned into ghost children?"
“Recycle the Buddha cards,” Ling Quan patted her on the back, “and liberate them.”
Ping Yu indicated that he understood, and then formally introduced himself: "I am Ping Yu. I believe you should already know him; he is Nezha."
Despite being mentally prepared, Ling Quan couldn't help but feel a flutter in her heart. She cautiously and tentatively asked, "The real person?"
Pingyu nodded emphatically.
Ling Quan gasped, her cool and aloof demeanor completely gone. She grabbed the girl's hand and asked impatiently, "You... oh no, I mean you."
They even changed the honorifics.
"What exactly is your relationship?"
"Boyfriend?" Nezha, caught up in the fight, replied, "I am her boyfriend."
So earnest, sincere, resolute, and unquestionable, Ling Quan gasped for breath, almost fainting. Nezha fought with ease and confidence. He had been listening intently, wanting to know what the two girls were discussing. He had shown little interest in their previous conversations, but when the woman asked about their relationship, Nezha perked up and answered before Ping Yu could.
They couldn't wait to announce to the whole world that they were actually a couple.
Ling Quan turned stiffly to Ping Yu, who smiled sheepishly and said, "Yes, we are a couple."
Now that Nezha had spoken, they turned to observe the battle. Azan, who had been so flamboyant just moments before, was now in a sorry state. Nezha hadn't even made a move; he was simply manipulating the Universe Ring, relentlessly slamming it down.
Azan barely had a chance to leave the ground. Whenever he tried to catch a gap in the Universe Ring's attack to build up strength for a counterattack, he would be whipped to the ground by the Universe Ring while still airborne. Judging from the situation, Nezha could have taken his opponent's life at any moment. But he didn't. He was toying with an ant crawling on the ground, artificially creating "obstacles" to prevent it from getting any closer. Pingyu poked his head out a little, like a small mushroom, and asked, "Nezha, why didn't you kill him?"
“Didn’t you want to liberate the Infant Burning Tower?” Nezha explained, “We should wait until midnight to kill it, so that we can convert those infant spirits to the greatest extent possible.”
"oh."
Pingyu crawled back inside.
Ajarn was so angry he almost vomited blood.
So, in a tumble and dodge, Ajarn caught his mask. He glanced back, timed it perfectly, and threw the mask at Ping Yu.
The moment his hand slipped, a red ribbon wrapped around it and severed his arm. Ajarn howled in pain, but he was still laughing foolishly, feeling that he had won.
The Nine Netherworld Soul Mask, once it recognizes its master, can move according to the master's will. Its most basic use is to be placed on the face of a living person, skinning them alive and turning them into a puppet that the mask can control. This attack used all of Ajarn's strength, carrying a do-or-die belief, and was as fast as a bullet. Ling Quan, who was blocking Ping Yu, only felt a strong gust of wind sweep past with afterimages, stirring her hair.
"careful!"
Under Ling Quan's furious shout, Ping Yu calmly uttered three words into the air: "Give it back to me."
Ling Quan was puzzled: Who was she talking to?
It's one thing to bring her back from the Shang Dynasty to the modern era just to get her to do things, but what's with banning all her abilities? Now that the incident is about to come to an end, even the rule-abiding "Heaven" probably doesn't want to see any unexpected events.
Pingyu gained the confidence to negotiate.
Give me back my power.
Her words were clear and distinct, seemingly dissipating into the air. Then, the mask, moving as fast as a bullet, abruptly stopped about half a finger's width away from the target.
In the shrine of the 749 Bureau headquarters, far away in another province, a statue of a goddess began to tremble. The guards were alarmed and immediately reported it. A short while later, a man and a woman descended the elevator and approached the statue: "This is…"
Where the Nine Netherworld Soul Mask stopped, everyone present could see with their naked eyes that a faint, semi-transparent Bagua diagram rippled in mid-air, blocking the mask's advance.
In an instant, immense divine power, accompanied by a frenzied surge of energy, overturned all the decorations in the room. Tables, chairs, landscape paintings, and Thangka paintings all flew through the air, and even all wooden artifacts were reduced to dust, piling up on the ground like mountains.
The girl stared indifferently at the center of the mask's pupils, where a blue halo appeared.
This time, Heaven was exceptionally generous, even returning the divine power belonging to Fairy Qingti. Two warm streams flowed from Ling Quan's eyes. She subconsciously wiped them away, only to be horrified to discover that it was blood. Her Heavenly Eye, capable of discerning human and ghostly beings, was already bloodshot, yet Ling Quan still struggled to keep her eyelids open, hoping to see clearly what was happening to the girl:
Pingyu is not the only one behind her.
She knew exactly what this meant.
A colossal, ethereal figure in long hair and a blue robe appeared behind the girl. She wore magnificent priestly attire, a feathered shawl draped over her shoulders, and her long, flowing blue hair was entwined with delicate vines and countless small flowers. The goddess's face was obscured; only the fairy's compassionate eyes, beneath her gentle blue lashes, were filled with a murderous intent. Her barely visible hand grasped the mask and gently placed it in Pingyu's palm.
Is she a god too?
As Ling Quan was thinking, she suddenly saw a divine figure pressing down on her.
When the goddess faced her, the murderous intent in her eyes vanished, and the blue returned to its proper gentleness. Ling Quan dared not move, dared not breathe. The goddess reached out within her sight, her fingertips brushing away all the bloodstains from the corners of her eyes. The unbearable throbbing pain disappeared in that instant, and the wounds inflicted by looking directly at the divine figure were completely healed. After doing this, the gentle goddess also vanished.
Ping Yu lowered his head, gazing at the ritual implements in his hands.
The divinity still lingered in her eyes, and her voice was ethereal: "I'll give you two choices."
Ancient ritual implements are said to possess spirits, and Pingyu communicates with them.
"Either I smash you, or you submit willingly."
She said, "Choose for yourself."
As she finished speaking, the Nine Netherworld Soul Mask in her hand began to sway up and down. All the bone spurs, flesh, and tentacles inside were retracted in spasms. After a while, a ball of black light slowly floated out from the eye holes of the mask and merged into Ping Yu's brow as usual.
The ball of light floated within her inner chambers, eventually embedding itself completely into the stone disc of the Ghost Gate.
Thus, the twenty-four ghosts have been assembled.
The Nine Netherworld Soul Mask was returned to Ling Quan, and the blue color in Ping Yu's eyes completely faded. She suddenly lost her strength and almost fell to the ground...
This body has never been trained, yet it has allowed my past life as an immortal to possess it for so long, which is already an extraordinary feat.
This time, Heaven is being generous.
Fortunately, he managed to brace himself against the wall in time, which allowed Pingyu to regain his balance.
The ritual implement slipped from his hand, and Ajarn slumped to the ground in despair. Ling Quan glanced at his watch; there were still four hours until midnight.
She quickly stepped forward to support Pingyu: "Are you alright?"
“It’s alright.” Pingyu shook his head and said to Nezha, “We can kill him now.”
Without hesitation, Nezha raised his hand and brought down the circle.
The Ajarn, his limbs bound by the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon), was like a pig on a shelf, his skull smashed open by a golden ring. Splattered blood and bits of flesh were all covered by the Hun Tian Ling and fell to the ground. His head hung precariously from his neck, already dead from the single blow.
Isn't it supposed to be at midnight that we're supposed to be able to burn the infant in the pagoda?
Ling Quan's confusion was resolved in the next second.
Nezha, clutching the red silk, dragged Azan's corpse toward them. Pingyu closed her eyes, sensing her inner sanctum, until Nezha stopped in front of her.
She swallowed hard and said, "The gates of hell are about to open."
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