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Chapter 1280: Riot at Guoqing Temple

Ji Dian felt bad when he saw a man opposite him take out a straw man and then prick the man with a needle as long as a finger.

This straw man is the medium in witchcraft, used to carry the resentment and malice of the curser, and the silver needle is the key to trigger this power.

In the Eight Trigrams, the straw man symbolizes the Xun Trigram, representing the breath of the soul, light and changeable; while chanting the spell corresponds to the Dui Trigram, symbolizing the power of words, which can touch the hidden energy between heaven and earth. Dui metal restrains Xun wood, and once the spell is successful, the cursed person will often suffer both physically and mentally, and suffer terribly.

However, what puzzled Ji Dian was that, according to common sense, to perform this kind of witchcraft, one must obtain the birth date, hair or blood of the cursed person as a trigger, so that the curse can be accurately cast on the person.

This ancient sorcery originated in ancient times and has been passed down to this day. The principles and rituals behind it are often full of mystery and weirdness.

However, the black-robed man in front of him didn't seem to have prepared anything extra except the straw man in his hand and the silver needle that was shining with cold light. This made Ji Dian frown and his doubts grew even more.

Just as Ji Dian was thinking, something strange happened.

A reincarnation standing next to him suddenly turned pale, as if all the blood had been drained out of him. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and his body began to tremble violently, as if he was enduring unspeakable pain.

This scene happened so suddenly that the people around were caught off guard. They were terrified and retreated one after another, fearing that they would be contaminated by some ominous aura.

Then, something even more bizarre happened.

A bloody wound suddenly appeared on the chest of the reincarnationist, and the location was surprisingly consistent with the place where the needle pierced the straw man in the black-robed man's hand. It was as if an invisible force had transcended the limitations of space and acted directly on him.

Blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, staining his clothes red.

The expressions of the reincarnationists changed drastically. They had never seen such powerful witchcraft before.

This scene made the surrounding crowd terrified and they retreated one after another, but Ji Dian's face changed drastically. He quickly stepped forward and took the injured reincarnation into his arms.

He has established a connection with his golden body in his previous life. Ji Dian possesses the Dharma Eye. Although it is not as good as the Divine Eye in seeing through everything, it is enough for him to see the critical situation of the reincarnator at this moment.

The soul of the reincarnator was suffering an unprecedented shock, as if tightly entangled by an invisible dark force and gradually losing its luster; and his body had suffered substantial damage, with a strange black gas emanating from around the wounds. That was the trace left by the witchcraft, which was constantly eroding his vitality.

Although his own magic power was temporarily unavailable for some reason, Ji Dian did not panic.

Years of practice and a deep understanding of the world have enabled him to master a variety of methods to deal with evil magic.

He looked at Abbot Fakong.

"Master, can you lend me your rosary?"

As the abbot of Guoqing Temple, a temple that enshrines his own golden body, the rosary on his body is not a treasure, but the years of incense offerings and the abbot's own chanting and blessings have made the rosary full of the power of Buddhism and the light of compassion.

"Amitabha, all conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows; like dew and lightning, they should be viewed in this way."

Ji Dian recited scriptures and gently placed the rosary on the heart of the reincarnated person.

As the scriptures continued to be recited, the pain on the reincarnationist's face gradually eased, the wound on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dark power that was wrapped around his soul slowly dissipated under the light of the rosary.

The people around were all amazed at what was happening. They had originally thought that Ji Dian had no magical powers and could not do anything without a palm leaf fan, but they had never expected that he had such a skill.

That's right, after all, he is the Arhat who subdues the dragon and comes to the earth, he must be well-versed in other aspects.

The witchcraft of the reincarnationist was broken, and his body shook. Without saying a word, he took out something. A baby's skull came into view, with blood stains that seemed to have not yet dried on it, making it look particularly eerie and terrifying.

The other people present, whether they were practitioners or ordinary people, couldn't help but gasp, with an indescribable fear in their hearts.

At this moment, a strange and weird cry suddenly sounded all around. The sound was hollow and distant, as if it had crossed the boundaries of time and space and came from another world.

Sometimes it is low like weeping, sometimes it is sharp like whistling. It sounds like human wailing, but also seems to be mixed with an evil breath that does not belong to this world.

The sound echoed in the air, over and over again, and with each echo, one's heart involuntarily tightened, as if being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

People looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.

They had never heard this sound before, and they could not imagine that there could be such a horrible sound that could strike deep into a person's soul and make them feel despair.

Upon seeing this, the reincarnator curled up a sneer at the corner of his mouth, which was a kind of anticipation and ridicule for the coming disaster.

He swung his hand violently and threw the baby's skull in his hand into the air.

The skull drew a strange arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground with a "bang".

At the moment the skull fell to the ground, a suffocating cold air suddenly erupted, solidifying the surrounding air. Then, a deformed figure slowly rose from the skull and gradually condensed into shape.

It was a freak. Its appearance was no different from that of a newborn baby, but its skin was covered with countless tumors. Those tumors were twisted and deformed, like little faces struggling in pain, which was creepy.

The monster's body was covered with white thorns, like thorns, making people dare not look directly at it.

Its eyes were empty and its eye sockets were dark, as if they could swallow all the light.

Its nose was just two black holes without any life. As soon as it landed, it immediately opened its empty eyes and looked around blankly, as if it was full of doubts and fear about this strange world.

Suddenly, it burst into tears, and the cry was extremely shrill, as if it contained endless sadness and despair. The sound was so sharp and piercing that it pierced the sky, making everyone present cover their ears in an attempt to escape from this painful torture.

However, that cry seemed to have magical power, able to penetrate all obstacles and directly act on the human brain membrane, making people feel excruciating pain.

Monk Ji Dian stood in the crowd, his expression became extremely serious, even angry.

He stared at the freak with his eyes, and slowly uttered two words: "Ghost baby!"

Ghost fetus, this is an existence that all practitioners are terrified of.

(End of this chapter)