"Don't you boast of your medical prowess, your ability to save the dying? Don't you claim to be able to cure any disease and communicate with spirits? Didn't you even save that bastard Zou Sifang? Why couldn't you save her? Why?!"
The doctor in white stammered, not daring to speak. This time, it was because he didn't have an answer.
There was a deathly silence all around, making it difficult to even breathe.
Then he heard a clear sound coming from the darkness.
There was a thin sound, like something breaking, followed by a series of crackling sounds, and then the crisp sound of Mani falling to the ground.
He stared blankly at his feet, and saw a bead rolling out from the ground behind the banner and slowly stopping at his feet.
He recognized the beads. He had used one of them as a medicine to save Zou Sifang.
"His Majesty......"
He opened his mouth again, but his voice was hoarse and trembling.
"Your Majesty, I am terrified..."
His voice echoed throughout the hall, then suddenly seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness deep within the banner. The surrounding silence was so intense that it almost created the illusion of tinnitus.
After a moment's pause, a tiny, gnawing sound like insects approached. First, the banners, then the wooden beams and painted buildings overhead, and finally the Buddha statue in the center of the hall. He watched as everything, starting from its outline, turned to dust, swallowed by an unseen force into the darkness.
He turned around and wanted to shout, but a huge force came from behind him, eroding the fabric of his clothes. He only had time to stumble a few steps and fall out of the hall.
In the darkness of the night, invisible wind blades emerged from the main hall of Yongye Temple like evil spirits wandering at night, constantly spinning, expanding, and devouring everything around them.
A moon-white figure slowly walked out of the palace gate. The blood lines growing wildly on his chest were like the veins of branches and leaves, lingering around him, making him look even paler.
He covered his heart and stood in the center of the vortex. His drooping eyes slowly opened, and his two dark pupils swept across the grass, trees, stones and tiles in the yard and the stunned crowd. His voice was hollow and vague.
"I want to see her, why did she leave..."
With every step he took forward, the sound of the wind grew louder.
After three steps, the giant cypress in the courtyard that took three people to hug, along with the hectare of golden camellia planted in front of the hall, were eaten up by the wind blade in an instant and turned into dust that floated in the air.
It was a pity for the demon-hunters and moralists in the yard. They had never seen a real monster in their lives. Today, they saw it with their own eyes. Four or five of them fainted on the spot, and the rest stood there like frightened roe deer, until Ding Weixiang drew his knife and roared.
"What are you all standing there for? Come on!"
The Taoist priests and monks hurriedly took out their respective magic tools, some chanted scriptures, some wrote talismans, and some chanted mantras.
After a chaotic and hectic response, everyone was forced under the courtyard wall with no way to retreat.
Yikong held the scriptures alone, still chanting the mantra unyieldingly.
The people around were defeated and wailing.
"Abbot Yikong, we really can't stand it any longer!"
The raging wind blades cut the young monk's robe into pieces, but he limped forward and stood in front of everyone.
"Even if I pass away today and my karma is gone forever, I cannot let him leave here!"
"Bullshit!" Fuqiu held the golden crown on his head, scattered rice and retreated while cursing, "If you want to be reborn, don't drag others into reincarnation with you. Open the temple gate quickly! Open the temple quickly..."
He was halfway through his words when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a flash of cold light on the surrounding temple walls. It turned out that hundreds of bows had been set up without him noticing.
The black-clad guard he had seen when he entered the mountain gate was sitting on the roof of the side hall, sweeping a cold gaze over the people in the courtyard.
"Today, we invite you all to come here at a great price. No one can leave until their karma is resolved. In this critical moment, we all must advance and retreat together."
The situation became clear in an instant. Fu Qiu felt a chill in his heart and had to lower his head and shrink back.
A group of old Taoist priests in their seventies and eighties gathered behind the young monk, and they all used their best skills to make a final resistance to save their lives.
No one noticed that a small figure flipped over the courtyard wall.
His legs were too short and he couldn't reach the ground. When he fell, he fell on his butt with a cry of "ouch".
When he glanced over, he saw Zhuyu rushing over at some point, holding something in his hand.
The young monk had a righteous look on his face, and despite the scattered wind blades and turbulence, he tried his best to throw the thing in his hand towards the man in the middle of the vortex.
A golden and green light flashed in the air, but it turned out to be a copper bowl that had consumed countless amounts of oil and rice and had experienced countless hardships.
"Evil demons and monsters! Retreat immediately!"
The tattered copper bowl spun in a long parabola in the air, breaking through the impenetrable wind wall and going straight into it, heading straight for the man in the middle.
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