Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 48 A Good Artifact

In popular terms, the three realms and six realms represent the three realms of heaven, earth and man, the six realms of Buddha, demon, demon, god, human, and ghost. Of course, this is the popular view, and some other theories will not be considered for the time being.

In fact, no matter what kind of argument it is, if you dig deeper, it is the same truth.

And no matter what kind of cultivation method among the six paths, such as Buddhism, magic skills, martial arts, etc., any spell that targets the soul remotely must rely on the same target, and then connect with the target's soul power through a special magic circle. .

And this thing is divided into two types, one is the original object, which comes from the target body, such as blood and hair, and the other is the foreign object, which has something to do with the target, such as photos, used clothes and so on.

If the Tao is not high, you can only use the original object, and then use the magic circle to affect the target's soul to achieve the desired effect. Once you reach a certain level of cultivation, you can use foreign objects to affect the target's soul.

If the cultivation base is advanced enough, it is even possible to take the target's soul from thousands of miles away, or directly make the target's soul fly away for no reason. Of course, this also depends on the level of the target's cultivation base.

And the Taoist priest in front of him, his cultivation base is obviously not very good, but how could he use a photo to affect Wang Mu's soul?

Although the distance is a bit far, Wang Mu can still clearly see Huang Kaiwen's movements. The other party just inserted a dagger into a photo. Don't think about it, that photo is also Wang Mu's, and Wang Mu At that moment, I did feel some discomfort. This is the effect of the soul being affected.

Ignoring it, Wang Mu frowned slightly and continued to watch.

"The sky is lingling, the earth is lingling, the Supreme Lord is like a law! Give me the dharma body and activate the soul-destroying array!" Standing on the high altar, Huang Kaiwen began to twitch with teeth and claws, sometimes stamping the ground, sometimes shaking his head, mouth He muttered something, and made a strange seal with both hands.

When the last word fell, Huang Kaiwen suddenly opened his eyes, let out a deep drink, and punched out the scarlet dagger stuck in the photo with the seal in his hand.

"Hehe, this magic stick is so funny!" Yan Kuan said while lying on the window of the abandoned building in the distance, scratching his butt.

No one paid attention to him, only Ye Feng gave him a cold look.

There was a sudden wind in the courtyard, and the lights seemed to dim for a while, but there was a blood-colored brilliance scattered above the altar.

It was the brilliance of the bloody dagger. Following Huang Kaiwen's seal, the dagger trembled violently, glowing red, as if alive. Flowing through that photo.

Wang Mu narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fixed on the dagger flashed exquisitely. No wonder the Taoist priest has such strength. It turned out that it was the dagger's credit, and it was indeed a good magic weapon.

"Brother Mu, do you want to act? Are you okay?" Ye Feng saw that something was wrong, because following the Taoist's movements, there was a strange change in the space on their side, especially around Wang Mu. The temperature of the space dropped rapidly, and a bone-chilling cold hit people's hearts.

Wang Mu stood still, continued to shake his head, and said with a teasing smile: "No, with his cultivation, he can't hurt me."

This is not arrogance, but confidence!

Wang Mu's master, the abbot of Kongshan, has reached the sixth level of Buddhist cultivation. On the first day Wang Mu went up to the mountain, he once made a divination for Wang Mu's life. Mu Qiyi's numerology backfired, and he spat out a lot of blood.

As for the spiritual power used by the Taoist priest in front of him, at best, he was at the early stage of foundation establishment. In conversion, he is not even a third-level Buddhist. How could he be hurt by this long-distance soul-stirring magic circle!
At this moment, the red light on the blood-colored dagger had already flooded the whole photo, and Wang Mu in the photo turned blood-colored completely. Immediately, the blood-colored figure slowly separated from the photo and flew up as if alive. Then it suddenly sank into the dagger.

"Crack...click!"

The dagger that had absorbed Wang Mu's figure suddenly let out a deafening hum, and under the strong shaking, the wooden table shattered directly.

At the same time, Wang Mu, who was diagonally opposite, felt his heart flustered. This was the result of the effect of the other party's soul-absorbing array, but it was only a flash. Then, he felt a warm current emanating from his neck, spreading to every part of his body in an instant. It is as turbulent as a river and as a sea.

"Damn it! Brother, you're on!" Yan Kuan widened his eyes, and found that Wang Mu's whole body suddenly had a circle of colored light.

"Om... Boom... Puff!"

As soon as Yan Kuan's words fell, on the altar, the wooden table in front of Huang Kaiwen was completely shattered, the bloody dagger bounced automatically, and the hilt hit his chest, and the bloody light scattered large ripples.

Huang Kaiwen vomited blood, the wind died down, everything was back to normal, he failed.

"Why, how could this be?" He raised his hand to look at the dagger in his hand, and said with difficulty.

Just when the dagger absorbed the life energy remaining in Wang Mu's photo, locked on Wang Mu's soul, and was preparing to influence Wang Mu's soul with the subtlety of fortune-telling, a majestic force suddenly came out of the dagger, Huang Kaiwen's cultivation was unstoppable at all, and this dagger blocked most of it, otherwise Huang Kaiwen would never just vomit blood.

It felt like forcibly reversing a rotating gear, but he didn't expect the torque of the gear to be much stronger than he thought, and in the end he could not steal the chicken and lose money!

"It stinks, life is still tough!" Taking a deep breath, Huang Kaiwen calmed down a bit, looked down at the men in suits gathered under the altar, and planned to use other methods to deal with Wang Mu.

There are many people with hard fate, but it is not accidental, but there is a reason. The so-called reincarnation of cause and effect, everything has a reason.A person with a hard fate either did too many good things or too many bad things in his previous life, or he was related to some big figures in the Three Realms and Six Paths, or he was a big shot in his previous life, so he was not mediocre anyway.

But with Huang Kaiwen's cultivation base, it is not enough to curse these hard-fated people.

Of course, he wouldn't insist on Wang Mu's fate because he was a big person in his previous life. After all, there are too many people in the world who have fate, and there are various reasons.

However, if he knew that Wang Mu's master, Abbot Kongshan, a sixth-level Buddhist disciple, would be backlashed by Wang Mu's fortune-telling, I don't know if he would think so.

"It's time." In the broken building diagonally opposite, the colorful light on Wang Mu's body had dissipated, he chuckled lightly, and picked up the bomb to remotely control it.

Hearing this, Ye Feng suddenly became serious, raised his hands skillfully, and placed a domineering sniper rifle on the window, Yan Kuan also looked at Wang Mu.

"Say hello to him." Wang Mu took a look at Yan Kuan and smiled teasingly.

"Okay!" Frowning, Yan Kuan was also excited, trotted to another window, made a trumpet shape with his hands around his mouth, and shouted towards the courtyard in the distance.

"Hey... brother magic stick... look this way!"

The shouted voice echoed in the air like a pig being slaughtered.

"Hiss!" Huang Kaiwen, who was about to step down from the altar, gasped, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the broken building.

Although the night was dark, Huang Kaiwen still saw a trumpet-shaped figure in the dark window.

A group of assassins surrounding the altar below also became nervous, their eyes became cold, and they raised their hands and pulled out the guns at their waists.

"I hate you, uncle..." Huang Kaiwen was staring at Yan Kuan with frowned eyebrows, when Yan Kuan's broken voice rang again, and he raised his middle finger.

Huang Kaiwen's face suddenly sank, and his fists were clenched.

"If you have the guts, just stand in front of me and say it!" Staring at Yan Kuan in the window, Huang Kaiwen gritted his teeth.

At this time, there was some light in the dark window for no reason, and Wang Mu's face appeared in the window. Although there was no light, Wang Mu's face was so clear in the darkness.

He shook the remote control in his hand at Huang Kaiwen, and said with an evil smile: "Hey, it's my turn to make a move, get ready."

The sound is not high, but it is enough for everyone within a kilometer to hear clearly.

"It's you?" Huang Kaiwen exclaimed, because he had been with Wang Mu's photo for several days, so he easily recognized him.

All of a sudden, Huang Kaiwen's heart was burning with anger. He now knew that the corpse he found in the morning was done by Wang Mu, and just now he was backlashed by his magic circle and dagger, and the other party must have seen it clearly. It's too embarrassing!

He could even think of the faces of the few people just now who laughed heartily when they saw him being backlashed.

The more he thought about it, the more gloomy Huang Kaiwen's face became. He stood up straight again, clenched the dagger in his hand, and fixed his vicious eyes on the black thing in Wang Mu's hand.

"Okay! Then you try it! I want to see if your magic weapon is stronger or mine!" Huang Kaiwen shouted in a deep voice with a sinister smile on his face.

"No, no, no," Wang Mu smiled evilly, shook the remote control in his hand again, raised his brows and said, "Idiot, you can see clearly, this is not a magic weapon, this is the remote control."

Huang Kaiwen was puzzled, and muttered to himself: "Remote control? What remote control?"

But a bunch of black-clothed killers below realized something and looked at each other with ominous expressions in their eyes.

"Of course it's the remote control of the bomb." Wang Mu smiled brighter.

Youyou's voice pierced into people's ears, shocking like a bolt from the blue.

"Leader, run! There's a bomb!" A killer in a suit yelled.

Huang Kaiwen was also startled, turned around and planned to jump directly from the altar.

However, Wang Mu has already pressed the remote control.

"Boom!"

The dust and smoke exploded, and the flames shot up into the sky.

The nearly 20-meter-high wooden frame shattered, and the flying wood chips fought like bullets, and the monstrous fire spread everywhere.

Huang Kaiwen was blown up immediately, and after landing, his whole body turned into charcoal, without any sound.

As for the dozen or so men in suits, because they were all surrounded under the altar, although they reacted to evade immediately, they were all seriously bombed.

A dozen people all fell to the ground, some were writhing in pain, some were stunned on the spot, a few were struggling to stand up, and three or four died on the spot.

(End of this chapter)