Han Yu and the others all have their own selfish motives, but they are not the kind of people who would stab someone in the back.
Before we came, everyone agreed that we would each rely on our own abilities.
Therefore, when Yang Cheng said this, Han Yu and the others all nodded, and no one was impatient or had any other doubts.
"Young Master Mingxin, can you come out if I break the wooden fish?"
Mingxin, speaking from within the wooden fish, said, "That's right, all we need to do is break the wooden fish here."
Although this wooden fish looks ordinary, it contains a seal, so the benefactor will need to use some strength.
Although the vibrations from the wooden fish still didn't reveal any change in tone, the speaking speed had increased somewhat.
Yang Cheng squeezed the wooden fish with force, and it was indeed quite hard.
It's made of wood, but it has a metallic feel to it.
However, as Yang Cheng's strength increased, cracks gradually appeared on the wooden fish.
At this moment, Old Cui came over, shaking his head and sighing, "Damn it, I'm really unlucky. I was thrown to the farthest place, with no one around. I had to fight my way out on my own."
Luckily, I was quick enough, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to catch it while it was still hot.
Oh, by the way, I also found something over there that seems to be related to those two monks, one big and one small. Do you want to take a look?
Why are you kneading this talking wooden fish? What are you trying to release?
As he spoke, Old Master Cui took out a piece of paper and handed it to Yang Cheng. The material was exactly the same as the diary that Mingxin had left behind.
However, Yang Cheng glanced at the contents of the document and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
"On February 17th, there was a heavy rainstorm."
Impossible! How could this be?! How could it be me?!
The master is fine; the problem is with me!
I don't know when it happened, but it seemed like a voice appeared in my head, controlling my consciousness and changing my thoughts.
I didn't know if Mrs. Lin had affairs with those housekeepers and guards; I just heard some rumors and subconsciously assumed she was that kind of promiscuous person.
I even thought about tearing her clothes off and pinning her to the bed. Why did I have such lewd and evil thoughts?
The master placed the bodies of those who died from the disease in the Buddhist hall, but would go there every night to perform a ritual for them.
The master went to the back mountain because the evil voice there tried to bewitch him, but he suppressed it with his own blood and sweat.
The master never left the main hall to knock on the door of the meditation room. It was I who left the meditation room in the middle of the night, wanting to go to the back mountain, but the master found out and forced me back into the meditation room.
To prevent me from overthinking during the day, my master didn't tell me the truth.
So the problem is with me?! Why me?!
And who am I? I am Jingkong, the 37th generation successor of Pudu Temple and a direct disciple of my master!
I am the little monk Jingkong… I am… I am Mingxin, the Ghost King Mingxin!
Upon seeing the contents of the diary, Yang Cheng instantly felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart, while the wooden fish in his hand was already covered with cracks.
Behind him were the physical remains of Mingxin and the eminent monk from Pudu Temple.
No one could have imagined that the ferocious-looking high monk was not possessed by the Ghost King, but rather was a fierce Vajra glaring at the Ghost King, ready to kill him.
And that innocent-looking little monk with red lips and white teeth was the one truly chosen by the Ghost King to be his substitute in the mortal world!
A long sigh came from the wooden fish, but this time it seemed to carry a lot of emotion.
"This little monk who writes in his diary is really annoying. He dares to write anything in his diary. Does he really think he's a saint?"
"What a pity! We were just one step away! Thank you for your help, sir! Hahaha!"
A loud laugh came from the wooden fish, which then shattered with a crash!
However, the laughter abruptly stopped halfway through.
Although the wooden fish broke, it was only broken in half.
This "half-broken" doesn't mean it shattered on both sides, but rather that half of its thickness was shattered, while the other half remained intact.
You can even see through the thin outer shell that a wisp of yin energy flows inside the wooden fish, and that the inner wall is covered with densely packed Sanskrit seals.
Although Yang Cheng was crushing the wooden fish, he did not crush it directly. Instead, he controlled his strength with extreme precision and only crushed half of the wooden fish's outer shell.
The Indestructible Chieftain
Apart from Old Master Cui, who was unaware of what was going on, Han Yu and the others had all heard Yang Cheng talk about Mingxin, and they were all sweating profusely at this moment.
Fortunately, Yang Cheng was quick-witted, otherwise they would have fallen into the evil trap of the Mingxin Ghost King.
They never expected that the true form of the Ghost King in this Ghost Realm was not sealed within the inheritance of the Lord of Mount Tai, but was outside.
To be more precise, what is sealed here is indeed the physical body of the Mingxin Ghost King.
The young monk Jingkong has become the Ghost King's incarnation in the present world. What is sealed in the wooden fish is probably the Ghost King's original power and soul.
"You actually took precautions against me? When did you realize something was wrong?"
The Ghost King Mingxin, amidst the wooden fish, did not erupt in rage, but instead asked with a hint of doubt.
Yang Cheng said calmly, "I should say that I never believed you from the very beginning."
This is the ghost realm of the Four Ghost Kings. If I were to believe any wooden fish I see anywhere, I would be far too naive.
Besides, although your script is good, you are not the little monk Jingkong. You know his memories, but you can't imitate him.
Jingkong the little monk is indeed an oddball. What decent person would write their true feelings in a diary? But Jingkong the little monk actually wrote down his true feelings.
It's easy to see what kind of person this young monk Jingkong is through his diary.
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