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Chapter 42 Counterfeiting (Second update: please subscribe)
As soon as Ling Chu whipped out, Prince Jing screamed, rolled his eyes, and fell limp to the ground.

Seeing his son being whipped, Prince Jing's expression changed, and he wanted to go up to check, but Ning Chuyi stopped him.

"My lord, don't worry, your son is fine."

Prince Jing paused, and gave Ning Chuyi a dissatisfied look.

His son fainted, is this all right?

Others didn't know why Ling Chu whipped Prince Jing's son, but the face of Daoist Qingyang who was beside him changed.

The others didn't notice anything unusual, but he vaguely heard Prince Jing's miserable howl just now, something seemed wrong.

Seeing that Concubine Jing was burning with anxiety and wanted to step up to check, Ling Chu stretched out his hand and stopped her.

"Princess, don't worry, your son is fine."

Concubine Jing was furious, and just about to get angry, she saw her son's eyes opened and he woke up.

"Why did you hit someone without saying a word?"

Prince Jing's son yelled at Ling Chu with a dark face.

Ling Chu sneered, and said in disgust, "I hit you, of course, because you are too stinky."

The foot that Chang An had just lifted was instantly nailed to the ground by spikes.

Originally, seeing his eldest son being beaten, he wanted to step forward to stop him.But after hearing Miss Ling's words, he suddenly felt that the surrounding area was chilly, and he couldn't move anymore.

Prince Jing was furious, "Presumptuous, do you know that I am Prince Jing?"

Ling Chubai glanced at him, "Of course I know who you are, but the question is, do you know who I am?"

"You are……"

Prince Jing's son was dumbfounded, but he couldn't speak for a while.

Ling Chu sneered, "Why, I don't know?"

Prince Jing's son became furious, "There are so many ladies in the capital, how do I know who you are. This son doesn't remember, so there's nothing to make a fuss about."

Ling Chu sneered, his mouth still stiff.

"It makes sense, it's really nothing if you don't remember it." Ling Chu nodded in agreement, but then changed the subject, "Okay, although it's pretty good, but a fake is a fake. "

Prince Jing's eyes narrowed, "What a fake, I don't know what you're talking about."

"I said that you are not Prince Jing's son at all. Although you have imitated his words and deeds enough to make them look like real ones, you can't hide them from me. It would be meaningless to pretend any longer."

Prince Jing and Concubine Jing looked astonished, and looked suspiciously at Ling Chu and Prince Jing's son back and forth.

Daoist Qingyang's face was dark and heavy, he didn't expect that he would miss it.

For a moment, he wanted to stop the girl from speaking.

But when he saw the whip in her hand, his eyes were fixed.

It turned out to be a bodhi whip.

Ling Chu didn't expect that the Daoist Qingyang was average, but he still had vision.

Her whip is indeed made of bodhi branches.

But it is not an ordinary bodhi branch.

I heard from the master that there was once a Bodhi tree in Xuanqing Temple, and the abbots of Xuanqing Temple in the past dynasties liked to chant scriptures under the tree, and even sat down under the Bodhi tree.

Her great-great-great-grandfather carefully selected this bodhi branch from the bodhi tree, refined it into a bodhi whip through special techniques, and placed it in front of the Buddha for many years before making it.

The real purpose of this bodhi whip is to whip ghosts.

It was a magical weapon specially given to her by her master for self-defense.

"Who says I'm not Prince Jing's son? My father, mother, nurse, and Chang An all remember it clearly. How can I be a fake?"

"Since you are real, why don't you know who I am?"

"My son has already said that there are so many ladies in Kyoto, if I have to remember all cats and dogs, wouldn't I be exhausted to death?"

"Well said, why did you just give me 1000 taels of silver for nothing?"

Prince Jing's expression changed.

Prince Jing and his wife frowned, why don't they just give away 1000 taels of silver, isn't that a bet?

Ling Chu sighed, it was really tiring to talk so much.

"Why, I don't know how to justify it? Actually, we didn't bet at all. If you are really Prince Jing's son, how could you not know that you didn't lose the 1000 taels of silver ticket at all."

She used mana to whip Prince Jing's son earlier.It's just that Ling Chu didn't expect that she overestimated the weakness of this body. After the whip was finished, she actually felt a faint sign of instability in her soul.

In order to prevent the ghost from discovering her abnormality, she used the effort of speaking to ease the discomfort on her body.

Seeing that she was exposed, the ghost sneered, "I didn't expect that your girl is more powerful than that bull-nosed old man, and you were able to see it."

Prince Jing's face darkened, he didn't expect that the things attached to his son were not taken away by Daoist Qingyang.

Concubine Jing's body was even more shaky, the dirty thing was still on her son, she even pretended to be him, and deceived her and the prince.

Ling Chu glanced at the ghost, and sighed, "Human puppets have different ways, since you died, why didn't you go to the underworld, but stayed in the underworld, and even entangled Prince Jing's son?

Now that you have been exposed, I advise you to let Prince Jing's son go and return to the underworld, otherwise don't blame me for being rude. "

Not only did the puppet not listen, but instead advised Ling Chu, "Girl, take care of my affairs, I will not leave Prince Jing's son."

Seeing that the persuasion failed, Ling Chu sighed.

Forget it, I've talked too much, and I'm exhausted.

It's better to make a quick decision, and if you procrastinate, if you get tired and dizzy, then play Dafa.

Ling Chu wrapped the bodhi whip in his hand around his waist, and slowly took out a simple rattle from his sleeve pocket.

Daoist Qingyang's face changed when he saw the bell ringing.

What is the identity of this girl? Not only does she have a bodhi whip in her hand, but she also has a soul-suppressing bell.

When the ghost saw the rattle, she didn't know what it was, but her instinct as a puppet made her turn around and try to escape.

But how could Ling Chu let her get what she wanted?

The left hand is making a formula, the right hand is ringing the bell, chanting mantras in the mouth, and at the same time coordinating with the Tiangang steps under the feet.

As soon as the soul-suppressing bell rang, ordinary people could hear the sound crisp and clear, but the female puppet felt that her entire ghost was trembling, and her headache was about to split.

As the bell rang, Ling Chu's face gradually turned pale, but he could only grit his teeth and persist.

The power of the soul-suppressing bell was extraordinary, and the ghost turned around and wanted to escape.

Ling Chu just wanted to make a move, but found that Qingyang Dao was the first to throw a long rope to tie Prince Jing tightly.

"Monster, let me see where you are fleeing!"

Ling Chu glanced at Daoist Qingyang, said nothing, took out the ghost exorcism talisman, and patted Prince Jing's body.

The female puppet bounced off Prince Jing's body in an instant.

Prince Jing's son rolled his eyes and passed out again.

The corner of Ling Chu's mouth twitched. This unlucky son has fainted several times today.

The female puppet left Prince Jing's body, saw that Ling Chu had stopped the soul-repressing bell, turned around and wanted to run away.

Ling Chu took out a puppet rope and threw it away.

The female puppet was instantly bound and unable to move.

Ling Chu breathed a sigh of relief, put away the Soul Relief Bell, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand.

It was exhausting for her.

The female puppet was full of evil spirits, if she hadn't been hurt by Taoist Qingyang's talisman and whipped with a bodhi whip, she might not have been able to restrain her so easily.

Ning Chuyi saw that her small face was pale, her forehead was covered with sweat, her brows were tightly knit, and she thought that her body was really bad.

Seeing that her son had fainted again, Princess Jing couldn't bear the worry in her heart, and rushed towards him.

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