The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

Don't just imitate a certain Fahai's exorcism method and fly up to move mountains directly. A Buddhist disciple is more powerful than a god.

"The cultivation base of this little monk can't reach the level of Jianglong Arhat, not to mention the status of Arhat, even an ordinary little King Kong can't be called." Yunyou shook his head, and he said modestly: "Of course what this little monk can do is Reading the scriptures, I am afraid it will take a little time."

"how long?"

"Until the little monk is unable to hold on." The wandering monk clasped his hands together.

"Are you going to read the scriptures for a few days and nights?" Su Bai raised his eyebrows: "You are stimulating therapy? You plan to rely on a steady stream of ghost and animal sound waves to wash your brains, forcing your wife to get up and turn your repeater Turned off?"

The Wandering Monk shook his head: "My little monk is actually not good at any Buddhist scriptures. Most of the Buddhist sects use reasoning to convince people. However, when the poor monk encountered monsters in the past, he could get rid of them with one trick. There are not many tricks. If you encounter a difficult monster , you can only impress it with sincerity.”

Su Bai curled his lips. If this monk went to the West when he was a child to watch the performance of the shining Chariot, he would definitely go to the Witch Academy. It is so sincere and touching. Do you really believe in your Dharma?

He didn't care about it at all, and spread his hands, neither stopping nor paying attention, and said lightly: "Please."

The Wandering Monk nodded, and sat on the cobblestone-covered ground with his back facing the sun, clasped his hands together, took off the rosary in his hand, clasped the rosary with his thumb, tapped the wooden fish with his left hand, and began to chant sutras in the rhythm of thud, thump, thud, Just... start chanting.

There are no fancy exorcisms, and no cumbersome steps are required, but because of this unpretentious operation, Su Bai feels that this monk is a little bit professional, at least much more reliable than the first three.

"Mr. Su, he..." Jiutiao Xincheng didn't expect that the monk really came to chant scriptures.

"It doesn't hurt to try it. It just so happens that we don't lack time. We can wait until night to see how Madam is doing." Su Bai sat down under the shade of a tree beside him without any haste: "Then who, go Pour some tea, I happen to be a little sleepy, and I can fall asleep listening to the Buddhist scriptures, which is more hypnotic than the mathematics lectures in the first class in the afternoon."

He behaved very plainly, Jiutiao Xincheng suppressed his thoughts and sat down.

Lianhua's gaze stayed on the back of the wandering monk, as if she was thinking about something, but she was still not sure, so she didn't say anything.

The director's gaze moved away from the wandering monk, and looked at the backs of his wife and the two sons. Some shadows that were originally hidden in the sun seemed to become more conspicuous as the Buddhist scriptures were chanted.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and several hours passed in a flash. Everyone waited patiently or impatiently until the last ray of sunlight at dusk fell to the end of the horizon, and the red light of the red-burning clouds dissipated. In the other garden shrouded in night, the sound of the wooden fish knocking and the wandering monk's scripture chanting were still heard continuously.

Jiutiao Xincheng listened to the Buddhist scriptures all afternoon, and his patience was almost worn out. He really wanted to go up and scold him, but was persuaded by Su Bai.

Seeing that the sky was completely dark here, but there was still no improvement here, he couldn't help it anymore, and was about to get up and walk over.

But when he was approaching, the chief raised his hand and stopped him: "Master Jiutiao, don't approach without authorization."

Jiutiao Xincheng looked puzzled: "I can't go and see my wife?"

"It's dangerous to get close now." The director said slowly: "They seem to be a little out of control."

"The moment of encountering the devil has just passed. At night, without the suppression of the sun, resentment and resentment will begin to breed." Lianhua said softly: "The Buddhist scriptures are indeed effective. Although they can't kill the resentment, they continue to dissipate the resentment. Wraiths are gradually floating on the surface..."

Su Bai put the fox mask on his face, and through this mask, he saw the bright red phantom on his lady's body, with twisted red limbs and tangled hair, just like the beautiful woman under the cherry blossom tree before, but at this moment Her appearance was very hideous and distorted.

"Indeed." Su Bai said: "It seems that the main body of the Wraith Spirit was forced to come out, but what should we do after that?"

The chief executive blinked: "I don't know, maybe you can try to cut it with a knife? My knife may not be able to kill the wraith."

"If the Yushen tree just now is still there..." Su Bai thought for a while and shook his head: "But if it's gone, it's gone. Do you have to use a boy to pee?"

"It should work." Lianhua said.

"What? Is it actually useful?" Su Bai was very surprised, thinking that the knowledge in the movie was all fake.

"Try to splash any animal with urine to see if it is afraid?" Lianhua asked back: "Cats and dogs are afraid, why can't wraiths be afraid? Isn't this dirty?"

Su Bai was stunned for a moment, what he said was so reasonable.

"No, that's not the problem. What I'm talking about is the special attack effect." Su Bai looked serious: "Since the body is forced out, is there any way?"

"Perhaps the Buddhist scriptures can slowly force the resentful spirits out to grind them to death?" The chief executive suggested a wonderful idea.

"Scraping really?" Su Bai felt unreliable, and went around in a circle, everyone was stunned, but in the end he had to rely on himself.

If you want to disperse the wraith, you need to obtain the weird form, truth, and truth... The form has been confirmed with your own eyes, so where is the truth and truth next?

Truth, that is, the truth, who is the identity of this resentful spirit, who died because of him, and why he wanted to take revenge on the Jiutiao clan, all of these must be ascertained clearly.

Perhaps now is the time to find out the truth... Su Bai tapped his fingers and said, "Is there any paper?"

Lianhua carried a pen and paper with her. She spread out the scroll, and Su Bai cut out a piece of paper and began to draw. According to the image in his memory, he drew a face of a beautiful woman on the paper, because it was similar to the realistic style. The painting style, so it is easy to recognize her features. This woman has a very standard oval face, which is not common in this era.

"Master Jiutiao, do you know the woman in the painting?" Su Bai drew the woman whose ink was still wet, and displayed it in front of Jiutiao Xincheng.

Jiutiao Xincheng took a serious look at the woman in the painting: "Mr. Su, could it be that the wraith attached to my wife is the woman in this painting?"

"Yes." Su Bai nodded, then glanced at the bloody wraith who opened his teeth and claws, and looked at the twisted and hideous facial features of the other party: "Maybe some artistic treatment has been done."

"I'm not familiar with her appearance." Jiutiao Xincheng shook his head, showing a strange expression: "If I saw such a beautiful woman when I saw it, I should remember it, but I really have no impression."

Su Bai glanced at the portrait: "It's because I drew it too realistically? Would it be better to draw more abstractly?"

"It's not that Mr.'s paintings are not good. I want to buy this painter and keep them for collection, but if I don't know him, I really don't know him." Jiutiao Xincheng doesn't seem to be lying. The situation has developed to this point, and it doesn't make much sense for him to continue lying , even if he really did something disdainful, it would not be difficult for him to cover it up.

Su Bai thought for a while, but he couldn't come to a conclusion. Holding the paper in the book, he calmly walked up to his wife.

At this time, Mrs. Kutiao is a little more awake than in a completely vegetative state during the day, but her consciousness is still blurred and she can move, but she shakes from side to side like a zombie when she walks. She can still move, but cannot carry out normal conversations.

"Madam Jiutiao." Su Bai kept a distance of about three steps from her, holding up the calligraphy and painting under the light of the lantern: "Do you know the woman in the painting?"

As the swaying fire light illuminates the woman in the painting, Mrs. Jiutiao's trance expression tightened instantly, her pupils widened, the beautiful woman's expression was a little panicked, her expression was hiding, her micro-expression showed but restrained, In less than three or two seconds, she subconsciously raised her right wrist, as if she wanted to touch the painting, but she almost lost her balance and fell down.

Mrs. Kutiao knew this woman, and her reaction confirmed this. The severe shock, coupled with the effect of the Buddhist scriptures, made her temporarily free from the spiritual dominance of the resentful spirit.

Su Bai asked: "Who is she?"

Mrs. Kutiao tried her best to make a sound, but it was a bit difficult: "She, she is...me, mine..."