SanjitNovel 238 Luang Phor Atima
238 Luang Phor Atima
As the name suggests, "Yaojiang" often uses specially-made silverfish or Gu medicine as an introduction for people to take it unintentionally, and then uses the special medicinal properties or toxicity of the Gu poison to achieve the purpose of controlling the body of others.
This is almost the same as Alatana Muqi's Gu technique, it's all about giving people Gu.
"Lingjiang" is more mysterious. Warlocks usually use the power of the spirit world, such as ghosts and imps, to affect others.
In order to obtain these powers, some extreme rituals are often carried out, which is what "raising little ghosts" is about.
After raising the little ghost, he casts Gu poison, which can kill people invisibly.
For the target of the head-down technique, the caster needs to know some necessary information about the target, such as the collected hair, nails, skin flakes, body aura...even the birth date, etc. effective medium.
"Everyone, we only secretly killed Honglu Siqing and Shaoqing with the head-down technique, which is not enough to cause the turmoil in the capital of Nanqing to ease the frontline pressure on our army facing the Nanqing army, so we have to do more Go further."
Facing his companions, Long Fopu, the black witch monk of the Fat Star Luo Kingdom, said coldly on the spot: "It would be best if we could provoke the Da Ci'en Temple, the Nanqing court, and the state religion, the Sun Moon Daming Sect." against each other."
"Even if you can't make them turn against each other, no matter how bad it is, you must intensify the contradictions between them, make them jealous and distracted, and fight among themselves to consume."
"I don't know if the master has a magic method, please show it to us in public!" All the black wizards proclaimed to Longfo in unison.
The black witch monk, Long Fopu, said angrily: "Of course we have a solution, and we can't take advantage of this Daci'en Temple, which we have lived in for many years, and let it be involved in disputes and turmoil."
"Azanna, Azanthi, Luang Phor Jia, Luang Phor Surasak...bring a group of little novice monks with low mana who are secretly controlled by us to the pagoda."
"We immediately sacrificed them on the spot and held a mage ceremony to complete the merits."
"Yes!" All the black witch monks agreed to accept the order, turned around and went down the tower immediately.
Sure enough, not long after, this group of black witch monks led more than ten young monks and novice monks to climb to the top of the tower again.
They were all temporarily manipulated and controlled by this group of black witch monks, and everyone looked dazed and drowsy.
"Bring Xuanjue first!" The black witch monk Long Fopu, who was waiting in place, shouted immediately when he saw many young monks under control being led by his companions.
Immediately, a big black witch monk with a ferocious face approached one of the young monks, screaming like a ghost: "Xuanjue..."
When the little monk heard the call, he backed up several steps and stared in horror at the black witch monk who was pressing towards him.
The black witch monk was getting closer and closer to him, and his hoarse voice continued to call out with no ups and downs: "Xuanjue, Xuanjue, Xuanjue..."
"No, no! You, you, what do you want to do?! Don't come here! Don't come here!" Xuanjue's face was pale, he had already retreated to the wall, leaning his back against the arched window lintel.
The swirling cool wind blows in from the round arched window tower and hits his bald head. The cold air penetrates into the internal organs in an instant, like the breath of death, icy and severe.
The black witch monk obviously didn't take Xuanjue's desperate cry seriously, and continued to approach him step by step.
Just one foot away from Xuanjue, Xuanjue was filled with fear as if he had seen a ghost, and the pupils of his eyes dilated suddenly.
Turning around sharply again, he raised his leg and stepped on the window lintel, let out a desperate cry, and jumped down.
On the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival, the khaki monk robes were blown up by the cool wind, like a pair of spread wings, floating with the body of the little monk Xuanjue, and fell on the marble floor beside the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.
There was only a low and muffled sound, and it was swept away by the wind immediately, even the monks who were on duty at night in the front yard didn't notice it at all.
This group of black witch monks was obviously not satisfied with forcing a little Xuanjue monk to death. Immediately afterwards, they forced these more than ten little monks and novice monks one by one to jump off the tower to die.
It wasn't until the next morning that the corpses of nearly a dozen young monks and novice monks were discovered by the monks of Da Ci'en Temple who had an early class.
Da Ci'en Temple, the largest temple in the capital of Nanqing, and even the whole country, is full of people every day during various festivals, with the sound of bells and drums and the tinkling of luan bells.
Cigarettes are lingering and accompanied by Muyu Sanskrit singing. It is truly a scene of exuberant incense and devotion, and it is moving to watch.
But now such a big incident happened in Da Ci'en Temple, more than a dozen young monks fell from the Big Wild Goose Pagoda for no reason and died tragically, which still caused a huge shock.
Da Ci'en Temple didn't want to hide this matter anymore, and immediately sent people to report it to the Eight Sage Kings, Dali Temple and Jing Zhaoyin.
In the frontline army on the other side, the crown prince flew the Yufei sword all the way and quickly arrived at the middle army of the South Conquest Army within the three-day period, replacing Wu Chengwen, the national teacher of the warlord.
Even though the prince secretly sneaked back to the capital in the middle of the night for the first two nights, delaying the delay, but for him in the late stage of deification or even at the peak, it was not a problem, it was just a piece of cake.
As long as he drove at full speed with Yu Feijian, he would be able to reach the southern frontline army within one or two hours.
So he has a lot of time, and it is still very easy to arrive within the deadline.
However, it was said that after the prince arrived at the front line to conquer the South Army, he did not have any actual military command and lead the troops, but he just followed the Chinese army tent of the South Marquis Shi Annan, the commander of the South Army, doing nothing all day long.
You fight your own battle, even if the sky is dark and the sun and the moon are dark, he will sleep with his head covered all day long.
Still secretly sulking, brooding over the anger and grievances he suffered in the capital.
On this day, a Buddhist monk from the southern and upper sects of the Xingluo Kingdom who accompanied the army came to ask for an audience in private.
Prince Zhao Youqian was suspicious and didn't want to see him at first.
The two countries are fighting each other for their own masters. After all, they are enemies, and the enemies are extremely jealous. It is not good to come here to ask for advice.
In the end, he still couldn't resist the other party's repeated requests, and the prince met him in private.
"His Royal Highness, the young monk is polite." The monk was a thin and hale old monk, who looked calm and upright. He bowed to Prince Zhao Youqian with one palm on his chest.
He also introduced himself: "The poor monk is Luangpo Atima, an eminent monk in the Shuanglong Temple of our religion. Many years ago, he sent a group of disciples to your Da'enci Temple in the capital of Nanqing to learn Buddhism and Zen."
"At the same time, inquire about the news of your Nanqing court and return to our country, so that we can learn more about you."