Chapter 5 Golden Light Curse (Seeking Follow-up Reading)
The priest looked in the direction of Clown's finger and explained:
"This is a demon-scare bell made by the church. It does not require a bell. As long as an evil spirit or monster appears nearby, the demon-scare bell will ring."
The old gatekeeper standing at the door felt a pang in his heart.
He was awakened last night and seemed to have heard a bell ringing. Later, when he listened carefully, he heard nothing.
Nick continued, "The sound of the Demonic Bell is very clear and can be heard from far away. Even people who are sleeping soundly can be awakened. If an evil creature appears, residents of the church and nearby neighborhoods can hear it."
I must have heard it wrong last night. If it was really a bell, the priest must have heard it too. The old man felt relieved when he heard this.
"Come on, after breakfast, I will go to your house to perform the purification ceremony."
. . . .
In the patrol unit, Crown checked his belongings.
An old book on herbal medicine, no problem.
A bunch of keys, no problem.
A revolver, loaded with six rounds, but empty.
Crown grinned, the front of the gun was always fully loaded.
"Officer, I remember handing over a few coins when I came here."
"You must have remembered it wrongly," the tall and thin patrolman said calmly, "If there is nothing else, you can leave."
Shaking his head, Crown quickly left the patrol team, but the priest had already arrived at his home.
. . . .
Following the route he remembered, Crown trotted to the residence on Skunk Street.
He took out the key, opened the door, and called out, "Father, please come in."
He pushed open the door and entered the room, and suddenly felt an indescribable cold atmosphere inside.
Nick opened the Flame Bible and began to chant the scriptures of the gods: "Where believers live, evil is far away, and filth is purified in the flames of our Lord."
Finally, he raised the holy emblem on his chest, and the round nameplate glowed and became extremely hot, radiating light and heat in all directions.
As the priest moved, Crown felt the cold air gradually disappear.
He looked at the holy emblem that had returned to its original appearance, his heart burning with anger.
People living in modern society are greatly shocked when they see real supernatural scenes.
The priest entered the other rooms and repeated the same action.
Soon, all the rooms were purified and the two began to chat.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
There was a sudden knock on the door.
"Open the door quickly," an anxious voice came.
Who is this? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate? Clown opened the door in confusion.
A slightly plump, black-faced patrolman stood at the door.
The other side looked inside and saw a savior: "Father, Captain Hull asks you to go to Tavern Street."
He walked quickly to Nick and whispered something.
The priest's expression changed instantly and his eyes narrowed.
"I'm leaving now. Remember to collect the money you owe. I'll come to collect it in two days."
Nick left in a hurry after saying something, with the black-faced patrolman following closely behind him.
I owe you money! You force me to buy and sell, and you say it as if it’s natural!
Crown curled his lips and started to clean the house.
. . . .
What a bunch of greedy hyenas, what a bunch of dirty maggots! Crown cursed and threw a bag of moldy oats on the ground.
He cleaned the house and found that it had been turned upside down and all the valuable small items were gone!
Even the two red beech chairs were gone.
Evil spirits are not interested in these things.
Needless to say, it must have been taken away by those patrol police.
He walked to the small courtyard behind the room, squatted down, looked under the stove which was still covered with wood ash, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Praise the Lord of Fire, the coffin book that dad saved is still there!
I dug and dug under the small stove.
Crown picked up the small shovel at hand, shoveled away the wood ash, and dug down another ten centimeters, and found a black pottery jar.
It was the size of a clay casserole and was wrapped in thick layers of linen.
He used a shovel to cut the seal, turned the mouth downward, and poured out a small pile of golden coins with the king's profile portrait printed on them.
My father was the only herbalist in the town, and this was all their family’s savings.
Charming little cuties! Crown has a soft spot for the bearded man on the money.
He counted them and found there were thirty-six gold shields in total.
Does this auspicious number mean that I want to run away with my bucket to escape my debts?
Grinning silently, he pulled out twelve coins, put the remaining coins back into the pottery jar, sealed it, and buried it again.
Crown returned to the house and sat down, thinking about what to do next.
In his previous life, he lived a mediocre life, saving money and saving money, hoping to get married when he was older. He didn't have children, and the two of them lived together, supporting each other through their lives amid quarrels.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Coming to a strange and magical world, with a skilled golden finger, he doesn't want to spend his life in mediocrity! He wants to go out on an adventure, brave the world, and appreciate the different scenery in this world.
Well, let's do it. When we have enough strength, we will set off! He will pay back the priest's money, provided that he can obtain the mysterious power from him.
Otherwise, just drag it out! As for the compound interest, that’s not a problem! Running away can solve most problems, including debts! . . . .
What on earth could this evil spirit be capable of? The herbs and grains in the house had all gone moldy and rotten, as if they had been in a humid environment for several months.
Crown couldn't figure it out. He pinched his nose, threw the spoiled things into the garbage pool at the corner of the street, and returned to the house.
He was eager to experiment with how proficiency in skills came about and how to acquire new skills.
The skills of his previous life have already appeared in the golden wall, and he is wondering if he can use the experience of his previous life to transform into some new skills.
As a qualified keyboard warrior, he is knowledgeable and knows a little bit about everything.
First, he performed a set of five lightning whips to warm up.
Then he carefully practiced the first eight of the twenty-four basic Tai Chi postures.
That's all he can do.
An hour passed, and Crown, sweating all over, put his feet together and pressed his hands downward.
After the work was done, a golden wall emerged.
It was all in vain! No new skills appeared.
Was it because he hadn't gotten started or was it because of some other reason? Crown thought about it and prepared to try a few other skills.
He found a kitchen knife, imagined there was a wooden stake in front of him, and began to chop it seriously. While chopping, he also thought carefully about the issue of force.
I chop, chop, chop!
Half an hour passed and it was still useless.
Crown found a pen and paper and wrote a piece of code, which was much more serious than his previous work, but it was useless. "Thus I have heard that once, the Buddha was in the Jetavana Grove in the country of Savatthi, with 1,250 great monks."
Staring at the golden wall dejectedly, the man who could only recite the first chapter of the Diamond Sutra smiled bitterly.
Maybe Buddha has never come to this world.
Now, there was only one method he had not tried yet.
In my previous life, I worked overtime until late at night and rode a shared bike back to my rental house. After that, I had nightmares for a long time and no amount of praying to gods or Buddhas could help.
Finally, I found the answer in a small Taoist temple.
The old Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face said that he had encountered something unclean and taught him the Golden Light Mantra and the visualization method.
He had no hope of getting these things.
This spell is also available on the Internet, so of course he has tried it.
The old Taoist said that the purpose of chanting spells is only to help people gather their mixed thoughts and thus truly concentrate their mental strength.
Visualization is the core, and it depends on whether he has the insight to comprehend the divine intention.
He tried everything possible and after practicing for half a month, he found that it really worked and he no longer had nightmares.
Crown sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands forming a golden seal. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to regulate his emotions.
When his thoughts became calm, he began to imagine a silvery-white full moon hanging in the air not far in front of him, illuminating his entire body.
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(End of this chapter)