Using flesh and blood as compensation to eliminate karma is already the end of the Dharma.
But the fortune teller did not hesitate at all.
"Okay, then what should I do? Master, please give me some advice."
Ye Lan was not stingy either, and actively directed him to make the soul-guiding lamp, arrange the seven-star formation, and then find the location of the seal array eye, and sit in the middle himself.
The audience in the live broadcast room felt sorry for him when they saw him busying around with his tired body, and started to criticize him in the comments section.
"Is there really no other way? Isn't the anchor supernatural? Why send him to death? It's too cruel!"
"The lives of the villagers are important, and his life is also important. I can't understand the anchor, and I'm going to stop being a fan."
"I've also stopped being a fan. If all masters are so cold-blooded, I'd rather not watch it."
…
The audience could not accept the fortune teller's heroic death, and left after leaving a declaration of "quitting being his fan", while some went to the fortune teller's live broadcast room to persuade him.
Unfortunately, he was almost exhausted and had no energy to read the barrage of comments. He just placed his phone where he could hear the sound, sat cross-legged at the center of the formation, closed his eyes and meditated.
At this moment, although his Taoist robe was covered in dust, his hair was disheveled, and his face was haggard, he unexpectedly had a hint of compassionate Buddha nature.
Seeing this, Ye Lan on the other side of the screen nodded slightly, used ancient coins to form a seven-star formation, and held the little paper figure where A Yue was living next to him in his arms.
Five minutes later.
The live broadcast room screen flashed.
At first, everyone thought it was just a bad signal, until someone noticed that the camera on the fortune teller's side was shaking slightly, and then they realized with horror that an earthquake was coming.
"Wow, I'm so scared. This is my first time watching an earthquake live."
The timid audience has already started crying in the barrage.
More people were concentrating on staring at the divine fortune teller in the formation. Then they saw a thick fog rising around them at some point, and it seemed to have its own consciousness as it slowly moved towards the divine fortune teller and wrapped him up.
"What the hell is that?!"
Ye Lan looked at the comments and now had the leisure to explain, "It's the undead that have come out. When their numbers reach a certain level, ordinary people can see them with the naked eye."
While others could only see the thick fog, from her perspective, the area around the fortune teller was already filled with the spectacle of a hundred demons parading at night.
Feeling the restlessness of the paper figurine in her arms, she reached out and patted it, saying calmly, "It's not time yet."
At this moment, the audience did not pay attention to her words, as they were completely shocked by what they saw.
Even though they were separated by a live broadcast room, they could still feel the black fog growing thicker and thicker, almost like flowing juice, as if it was about to transform into a giant beast with its bloody mouth agape and devour the divine fortune teller.
"He's really going to die like this, Master Divine Calculator. Although you're not very powerful, I admire your courage. I wish you a safe journey."
Everyone thought that there was no way to save the situation, so they spontaneously sent blessings in the live broadcast room and lit electronic candles. The atmosphere suddenly became extremely heavy.
At this moment, Ye Lan, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly took action.
She placed the little paper figure on the table, right at the center of the Seven Star Formation, highly coinciding with the position of the divine fortune teller.
Then she stretched out a finger and tapped the paper man's eyebrows, her voice vague and ethereal.
"Go ahead."
There were no complicated spells and incantations, nor were there many settings for incense tables and offerings. However, this one finger activated the formations on both sides and sent A Yue, who was living in the paper man, over along the network cable.
The powerful transmission power caused the live broadcast room to go black in a second.
"What's going on? Is it stuck?"
"Wait, this scene seems familiar. Wasn't it the same when we dealt with the Kumantong last time?"
"Damn, is the host casting a spell?"
I have to say, once you stay in the live broadcast room for a long time and accept the worldview of supernatural powers, your guesses about many things will be about 70% accurate.
Ye Lan was watching the discussion on the barrage while waiting for the signal to be restored.
With her current ability, it would be too difficult and exhausting to forcibly open the teleportation array to send A Yue to the place where the Yin energy gathered, so she wanted to borrow the power of the Internet again.
I just don’t know if it will succeed…
After more than ten seconds, the screen, which had been stuck so much that tens of thousands of people were missing, finally recovered.
Ye Lan narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the other half of the screen. As if confirming something, the corners of her beautiful lips rose slightly.
At this time, the audience was still confused, and so was the fortune teller on the other side of the screen.
Although he decided to die, he was still a mortal and would have to endure the pain of being devoured by thousands of ghosts, so he was naturally afraid.
So after sitting in the center of the formation, he kept his eyes closed to hypnotize himself. Even when the Yin Qi blocked his mouth and nose, he still held himself still, thinking that it would be good to die like this.
Logically speaking, with such a strong Yin energy, it should be fatal in just a few seconds given his current condition.
But one second, two seconds, three seconds...
As time passed, his perception was still there, and a cool breeze blew up from the mountains at some point, which seemed to blow away some of the stagnation, making his breathing seem smoother.
The fortune teller thought it was his own illusion at first, but after a while he realized it was not. When he opened his eyes, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.
The area around the sealing formation should have been a horrific scene of thousands of ghosts crying and a living hell, but at some point, tiny golden fluorescent lights appeared.
The mottled light spots, like fireflies in the dark night, jumped towards him and melted into his body little by little.
"Is this...willpower?!" He raised his head in surprise and subconsciously looked at the mobile phone in front of him.
Ye Lan also knew what he was thinking, and explained in a calm voice: "This is the blessing given to you by the audience in the live broadcast room."
People often pray to gods and Buddhas and pray to God wholeheartedly. In fact, these sincere petitions have a certain power to help people achieve their goals.
The Xuanmen sect calls this power of petition the power of vows.
The audience in the live broadcast room just witnessed the divine fortune teller's heroic death, and were moved, and lit candles on the barrage.
These candles turned into power and injected into the opponent's body, quickly repairing his hollowed-out body.
"So this is the power of vows..." The fortune teller muttered to himself as he looked at his intact hand, but then he thought that if he couldn't die, wouldn't those dead souls be unable to be reborn?
He opened his mouth to ask Ye Lan, but suddenly found that there was something wrong with the surrounding yin energy.
The evil spirits that are suppressed under the seal and cannot be reborn will produce evil spirits and resentment, but these evil spirits in front of us seem to be purified. What's going on?
"Hey, I haven't eaten this full in a long time..."
Just as he was puzzled, he suddenly heard a sigh from above his head. The voice was empty and ethereal, and the chilly tone made him shudder all over. He subconsciously looked up and immediately saw a huge shadow floating in the air.
The fortune teller: “!!!”
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