Chapter 93 You Raise a Ghost Corpse and I Take Advantage of It
Tongcun, ancestral hall.
The village chief stood beside Monk Chengyuan with a solemn expression and said seriously: "Everyone has seen what happened in the village in the past few days."
"In Tong Village, people have been dying from snake bites over the past few days. Last night, ghosts appeared in every household."
"If this continues, our entire village will suffer."
"But——"
The village chief suddenly changed the subject and looked at Master Chengyuan with admiration and fear.
"But fortunately, with God's blessing, Master Chengyuan is here and we are all saved!"
Master Chengyuan stood beside the village chief, his eyes full of compassion and mercy.
He sighed and took out a strange object wrapped in black cloth, which he didn't know whether it was a statue of a god or a Buddha.
He lit three black incense sticks and bowed to the thing with a devout look.
He turned his head, a faint smile on his face, and looked at the villagers.
"Good deeds will be rewarded, and evil deeds will be circulated. The misfortunes you are facing today are all caused by the evil deeds you have done in the past."
The villagers lowered their heads, all looking guilty, and said nothing.
Indeed, at this point, they seem willing to admit that what they did was evil.
Or rather, they knew it from the beginning.
Otherwise, why would they cover the abandoned baby tower with yellow talismans?
Why would you also hang a money sword to ward off ghosts?
Master Chengyuan looked at the sky above the ancestral hall and said with a smile: "God is merciful and kind. When will the cycle of revenge end?"
He looked at the villagers, smiled faintly, and asked them to burn incense to the statue.
The villagers dared not disobey him, and they followed his instructions, burning three black incense sticks to the strange statue and kowtowed three times devoutly.
There was a light dancing in Master Chengyuan's eyes. After seeing the thick layer of incense ash in the incense burner, the light in his eyes seemed to be even brighter.
"Everyone pricked their fingers and dripped the blood onto the incense ashes."
He sighed, and there seemed to be a hint of reluctance between his brows.
But this sigh eventually drifted away in the wind and no one could hear it.
"This is a blood debt and must be paid with blood."
Blood debt must be paid with blood?
A dozen women, no more than thirty-four years old, looked tired and numb, and walked forward with mechanical steps like old women, following the villagers.
Just when the people, led by the village chief, his wife and his son, were about to cut their fingers, a strange wind suddenly blew up in the ancestral hall and blew the incense ashes all over the place.
Master Chengyuan's expression suddenly turned very ugly.
The villagers were blinded by the incense ash and rubbed their eyes in pain.
When they opened their eyes, they were almost scared to death by the scene before them.
Wen Jin, who had a seductive face, had a green snake with blood-red eyes wrapped around her left shoulder, and her waist swayed with the silver leaves around her waist.
The bamboo pit viper was slowly spitting out its tongue and staring at all of them with a cold gaze.
Behind her was a group of ghost babies that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Wu Xiuzhu's legs were shaking and she was frightened by the scene.
But she felt that she had Wen Jin's support, and she immediately straightened her shoulders, looking fearless.
The village chief's face turned livid, and he glared at Wu Xiuzhu angrily, "Why did you bring this witch here?"
"You don't want to live yourself, but you want to bring trouble to the whole village!"
The village chief's wife's eyes turned red with anger.
"If it weren't for your family's evil deeds, we wouldn't be in such a disaster today!"
She stared at Wen Jin's slender waist and spat fiercely on the ground.
How shameless it is to dress like this in broad daylight!
Pooh!
She is indeed a witch!
Wen Jin sneered, and glanced at Master Chengyuan with her beautiful eyes.
"I am a witch?"
"And what's that bald donkey behind you?"
A slight sneer escaped her lips. This is how a charming beauty behaves. She is so beautiful that one cannot take their eyes away.
Master Chengyuan looked extremely angry, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes.
That is the anger that comes from having one's true purpose interrupted.
"Witch, stop talking nonsense!"
Wen Jin rolled his eyes.
She raised her hand, and the bell swayed with her movement. A stream of black air rushed straight to Cheng Yuan's vital point.
"ah!"
"Help! Someone's been murdered!"
"Help! There are ghosts! So many ghosts!"
The screams seemed to overturn the ancestral hall, and the villagers were frightened and ran away in panic.
They all ran towards the door.
However, a gust of evil wind blew over and the door of the ancestral hall was slammed shut.
It was like a bright road to survival, but someone cut a big hole in the middle with a knife, splitting it into two.
There is no way out.
There is only a dead end left.
Master Chengyuan waved his sleeves to block the black air.
"You vixen! You are such a jerk!"
"That's better than you, who dare not show your true face to others."
Wen Jin chuckled, with a hint of contempt in her beautiful eyes, "You pretend to be a Taoist priest in front and pretend to be your master in the back. It's really hard for you."
"Cen Xiu, you've been wearing the mask for so long, I'm afraid you don't even know who you are anymore, right?"
"It just so happens that I'm in a good mood today, so I'll take off this fake mask for you."
As Wen Jin spoke, she chanted a string of spells, and wisps of black air emerged from her palms and attacked Cen Xiu's heart.
Cen Xiu frowned, took a string of black Buddhist beads in his hand, chanted a string of Buddhist mantras, and blocked her powerful attack.
"You've been fooled."
Wen Jin smiled, and she didn't know when she got behind Cen Xiu. She raised her finger and the spell to break the illusion hit him on the back.
Cen Xiu's mask suddenly shattered into pieces, revealing a young man with a broken face.
At first glance, he looked no more than nineteen years old.
The boy's eyes are amber, and as clear and clean as stream water.
But it seems that he naturally gives people the illusion of being fragile.
One look at these eyes makes people want to bully them.
Cen Xiu was extremely angry, and instantly murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
He hated being seen by anyone other than his master.
He glanced coldly at the villagers here.
Very good, these people no longer need to live.
But he had never intended to let these people live.
Cen Xiu formed seals with his hands, chanted a string of incantations, and glanced at Wen Jin coldly, "You're looking for death!"
A dark red light went straight to Wen Jin's vital point.
Wen Jin blinked her beautiful eyes lightly.
The bamboo green snake hovering on her left shoulder spat out its tongue, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed Cen Xiu's attack in one gulp.
She grabbed a ghost baby and threw it at Cen Xiu.
Cen Xiu raised the Buddhist beads in his hand.
The ghost baby was beaten to the point of almost losing his soul and fell to the ground, unable to even get up.
Cen Xiu's eyes were as cold as a knife: "You witch, you are so vicious!"
"You deserve to die for allowing a fierce ghost to hurt people!"
Wen Jin almost rolled his eyes to the sky.
"You wanted to kill everyone in the village from the beginning. You are allowed to sacrifice them in a sinister way to raise the corpses of the ghosts, but you are not allowed to intercept them?"