Chapter 19: The evil power of Taiyin is even more evil than the Yin Cult! ...
Next to the altar.
Heng Niang had already cried her eyes out.
Why didn't Cui Wangsun make it clear in advance that he wanted to invite Kinoshita Saburo and his mother to the shrine? He even wanted the child to be pierced with holes and hooks and suffer such torture.
It would be fine if they themselves like to be masochists, but why do they force normal people to suffer with them?
It’s a pity that my master is so stupid and confused that he agreed to such an outrageous request.
Watching Zhu'er being tied up and brought to the altar where she was about to be pierced, Heng Niang felt as if her heart was pierced with bloody holes. It was so painful.
When Cui Wangsun arranged the long needles, knives, and golden hooks that flashed with a cold light...
Heng Niang couldn't bear it any longer.
Zhu'er screamed, and then Mr. Hu, who had a strange look on his face, ordered his men to stuff her mouth.
Heng Niang's eyes widened with anger: "How dare this old slave take my son's life!"
The old lady, who normally needed a crutch to walk a few more steps, rushed to Mr. Hu amid the servants' exclamations and slapped him three or four times, making Mr. Hu's eyes see stars and his mouth crack. Only then did the loyal servant who had followed Mr. Hu since childhood muster up the courage to drag him away.
Even so, Mr. Hu still did not change his original intention: "As long as we can endure the pain for a while, Zhu'er and our family will be blessed by Sanlang and Taimu, and we will be rich and prosperous from now on, and live a glorious life!"
He seemed not to feel the pain on his face and shouted, "This is all thanks to my great grandmother!"
Heng Niang looked at her husband in surprise, his eyes were cloudy and fanatical. For the first time, she felt that the person next to her was such a stranger.
Cui Wangsun chuckled at this time and said in a gentle voice: "Mr. Hu is indeed a blessed man. He has heard the oracle of Sanlang. Madam Hu, you should calm down and listen to the teachings of the god."
The lame boy's voice had a kind of bewitching power, and Heng Niang unknowingly followed his instructions and gave up resistance.
But when she saw Zhu'er's shirt being taken off, ink circles drawn on her, and preparations for making a hole, her love for her son actually broke through the confusion in her heart.
She roared and tried to rush to the altar, but was held down by the servants. The expressions of these servants became as fanatical as Mr. Hu's.
"Eunuch, you thief, come at me if you dare!"
Heng Niang cursed again and again, but Cui Wangsun just looked at her indifferently and continued to perform his ritual in an orderly manner.
He used a knife to cut open the flesh on Zhu'er's back, pierced his palm with a long needle, and passed the golden hook through the hole.
Zhu'er kept sobbing, fainted several times, and was awakened by the pain.
Blood continued to flow out from every hole, gathering, and the air was filled with a strong smell of rust.
Just as Zhu'er fainted again, Cui Wangsun pretended not to hear it and was about to stab another hole when a sword light flashed over his head.
A bad premonition finally made him stop what he was doing and frowned as he began to calculate.
At this moment, a vague figure emerged behind him.
The figure was wearing a loose costume, his chest was covered in blood, and his face was pale with heavy makeup. He was clearly a female role, but he was holding a sharp steel fork.
She raised the steel fork, aimed at the vital part of Cui Wangsun's back, and was about to stab him in one go.
Zhu'er, who was awakened by the pain again, saw her and was surprised and happy with tearful eyes.
Sister Hua is here to save me!
He shouted in his heart and thought viciously, you evil man named Cui, your death is coming!
However, Cui Wangsun seemed to have eyes on his back. His fingers moved rapidly and he whispered, "Fu, Ning, Jia, Kang, Xiu, the Five Gods, calm the yin and yang. With the blessing of the great grandmother, what disaster can't be eliminated?"
In an instant, five-colored light appeared behind Cui Wangsun, and golden hooks flew out from his earlobes, shoulders, and collarbones, rushing towards Sister Hua from different angles.
Ding ding ding!
Sister Hua wanted to use the steel fork to knock the golden hook away, but she was blinded by the colorful light. A golden hook passed over the steel fork and pierced her cheek, causing her face to bleed all over immediately. Her face looked hideous, like a demon.
"It's really Sister Hua!" Zhao Erbao's exclamation rang out at this time.
They were all orphans taken in by Zhao Guihua and grew up together. Even if he just saw their backs, he immediately recognized his former companion.
He subconsciously asked Li Zhou for help: "Little Taoist priest, save Sister Hua!"
Mr. Hu, who was not far away, said hurriedly: "This is Master Cui catching ghosts, we can't..."
"The Cui guy is the real evil one!" Heng Niang broke free from the servant and kicked Hu Yuanwai away, "Don't listen to this old slave's nonsense!"
As soon as she saw Li Zhou's face, she knew that she must be a good person, and she immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Master, please help me capture this evil spirit, and Heng Niang is willing to give you a hundred gold coins!"
Amid the noise, Li Zhou's eyes met Cui Wangsun's.
Li Zhou looked at the evil aura emanating from the pair of golden pupils. He knew which side was the real evil one without having to listen to the debate.
She wanted to use the sword, but the Taoist magic attached to the character of the half-demon Taoist priest appeared in her mind, just like the swordsmanship of the female swordsman.
Her mind turned, and she began to step forward. She pinched the top of her ring finger with her left hand and chanted:
"Om Vasudha, Kotu-ra, Kotu-ra, Suva-sahā."
In Li Zhou's memory, this tactic is to visualize Taiyin, borrow the power of the Moon God, and expel evil spirits.
After she finished chanting this spell, she really felt the air surging around her body, the Taiyin energy between heaven and earth interacting with the five elements in her body, and a cool full moon appeared in her mind.
In Li Zhou's mind, at this moment he must be shaped like a crane, shrouded in a circle of cold moonlight, aloof, indifferent, and with an immortal aura that is untainted by dust.
What is the style of a master?
The villain in Li Zhou's heart retreated tactically.
On the opposite side, Cui Wangsun, who was facing Li Zhou, also changed his expression, jumped up from the ground, and retreated dozens of steps.
The area where he had originally stayed was suddenly covered with a layer of salty moonlight, and the power of the moon instantly scraped away a layer of bricks and stones, revealing the soil underneath.
Zhu'er, who was tied up next to Cui Wangsun, just brushed past the moonlight, but the red silk handkerchief tied around her waist was not spared. It was only hit slightly and broke into two pieces, falling to the ground.
Zhu'er was so frightened that she didn't know where she got the strength from, but she broke the rope with one force in desperation. She didn't care that she was bleeding from the holes on her body, and she rolled and crawled to the side.
That's right, irrelevant people should stay away from the fighting scene. Li Zhou caught a glimpse of not only Zhu'er, but also Sister Hua, all the people and ghosts retreated several feet in tacit understanding.
She nodded with satisfaction in her heart, but did not notice the strange expressions on the faces of these people and ghosts.
In fact, in contrast to Cui Wangsun's strange attire and the bloody sacrifice, the elegant young Taoist priest is indeed more convincing.
She was wearing a fluttering green robe, holding a precious sword in her hand, taking firm steps, and full of righteousness. Wasn't she the expert who exorcises demons and monsters in the storybooks?
Everyone placed all their hopes on her, praying that good would prevail over evil, and that the little Taoist priest would be able to defeat the evil and save them from danger.
But who would have thought that after the young Taoist priest finished chanting the spell, feathers covered with blood and oil and with eyeballs attached fell in the direction where he pointed.
These blood-stained feathers fluttered in the air, as light as catkins, but concealed murderous intent. Any area they touched was shrouded in death.
The eyeballs on the feathers were blinking, and the thick eyelashes looked like fly legs, which made people feel creepy and chilly.
Zhao Erbao hid behind Sister Hua trembling with fear, thinking in despair, where have all the famous and upright people gone? Prince Bodhisattva, Lady Jade, Lady City God, there are two evil demons right under your noses.
Sister Hua tried her best to block all the ordinary people, with the steel fork across her chest, wondering if she didn't have enough experience as a ghost? The evil ghosts she had seen were not so terrifying.
Cui Wangsun, who had been identified as a demon by everyone, stared at Li Zhou vigilantly. All the golden hooks on his body had fallen out and were spinning around his body.
This evil is even more weird than the Yin Cult!
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