Chapter Forty-Four: Bite Him Quickly

  When I drove to Wang Yanpei's boyfriend's house, it was already after 10 o'clock. Rich people are indeed different, with a luxurious villa in a prosperous area, and the courtyard has flowers and grass, at least several hundred square meters. Looking back at the nearby residential buildings that are small like pigeon cages, I couldn't help but sigh why there is such a big difference between people who are equally human.

  When Wang Yanpei rang the doorbell, she was informed by the nanny that her boyfriend Tang Ping had been taken away by his mother. Wang Yanpei called to ask and found out that he had been sent to Wuzhen Temple again.

  "Go, to Wu Ran Temple." Wang Yanpei's true body walked away.

  "I just got back from there." I said with a gloomy face.

  "What are you doing there?" Wang Yanpei asked in surprise.

  "It's nothing, just take a walk." I started the car and casually brushed it off. What's wrong with me today, why did I get so worked up over this Joren Temple?

  ……

  "You go in, I won't go in anymore." I stopped the car outside the temple gate and said, I don't want to see those monks again.

  "Go ahead, you wait here for me, I'll go in and take a look first." Wang Yanpei turned around and entered the temple gate.

  The entire temple was still brightly lit, with Buddhist scriptures being chanted. "You'd better die." I muttered to myself as I pushed open the car door, observing the aura, and on top of the entire grand hall, nothing could be seen except for the golden Buddha light.

  I rushed here in a hurry because I thought of San Yin Bi Shui who had already passed away.

  According to Wang Yanpei's description, Tang Ping's symptoms seem to be possessed by a snake-like creature. He kept mentioning Chongfeng Zhenren after being possessed, so I rushed here to investigate. Logically speaking, if someone is possessed by a human spirit, they should speak the language of that dynasty. If an animal with Taoist powers possesses them, under the blue spiritual energy, they shouldn't be able to speak human language and can only make sounds similar to their original body. However, Tang Ping's situation doesn't fit either case. If he was possessed by a spirit, he should like incense and not be interested in frogs. Is it possible that he is possessed by the spirit of San Yin Bi Shui?

  At this point, I couldn't sit still anymore. For the three-yin water crocodile that had accompanied the host for thousands of years without leaving or abandoning it, I have always been respectful. I carried the suitcase given by Yang Jun and tiptoed into the temple gate, approaching the Mahavira Hall. This suitcase, I didn't dare to put in the car like Yang Jun did.

  "My god, so many people." The entrance of the grand hall gathered no less than twenty mouths, with both men and women. The men were all dressed in suits and leather shoes, while the women were radiant and fragrant, the perfume on their bodies wafting over to me from tens of meters away, making me want to sneeze.

  "This is the pure land of Buddhism!" I hummed quietly and stood up straight, originally still afraid of being seen by the monks would be embarrassing, but now it seems that those monks with three eyes also didn't have time to look at me.

  "Sister, how is Tang Ping doing?" I leaned over to a woman in her fifties and looked inside. When talking to women, you need to have some skill.

  "Hey, it's all right now! Are you his friend?" The aunt turned around and looked at me with a smile.

  "Yes, yes" I squeezed in under a false name, and because of the Buddha's aura, I wanted to get closer and take a look at Tang Ping's breath.

  After much difficulty squeezing to a spot where I could see the scene, all I saw was that guy named Tang Ping who truly lived up to his name, lying there as flat as can be. Sneaking a peek at him, my god, what kind of aura is this?

  The aura on Tang Ping's head is extremely strange, and under the three yang and five qi, there are actually five more auras born, accompanying his original destiny aura. This situation I have never seen before. If it were a yin soul possessing the body, at most there would be an additional black soul aura next to the main destiny aura. If it were an animal possessing the body, there would be a red aura next to the main destiny aura, which is also determined by the level of cultivation of the animal. Those with low cultivation cannot possess the body, and those with high cultivation already have spirituality and naturally would not stoop to such actions. And currently, Tang Ping's situation seems to not conform to any of the above situations. The five auras next to each other reborn, this situation should be that there is another complete divine consciousness on his body. Ordinary possession by evil spirits or demons is only one soul or several souls, it's impossible to possess so thoroughly! Could it be that someone from the Daoist sect has cast a spell? Also not possible, even if I were to do it, I don't have such cultivation, however this technique seems a bit like our sect's "Qigong Yishen Jue" (Breath Control Soul Transfer Technique).

  Thinking of this, I squeezed a few more steps forward and touched Wang Yanpei who was standing in the front row, hinting her to come out with me for a moment.

  "Do you know when Tang Ping got sick?" I pulled her to a secluded spot.

  "The day before yesterday around two o'clock"

  Wang Yanpei still remembered it clearly.

  "Were you with him at that time? Where?" I frowned and asked.

  "Yes, this one, in..."

  Wang Yanpei's face turned red again.

  "I'm not prying into your private matters, I won't ask clearly and don't know what's going on with him?" I vaguely felt that something was a bit off.

  "At that time we were having lunch together at noon, after finishing the meal he insisted on pulling me up to rest for a while..." in a soft voice like a mosquito's hum.

  "Oh~~~~~" I suddenly realized, I basically have an idea. But still need to further confirm "What's going on between you and him?"

  "You're going too far! Do you think I'm such a casual person?" Wang Yanpei turned her head and stormed back into the main hall.

  "Cut it out, you're not going to casually go and do something with just anyone, are you?" I muttered under my breath, a sly smile spreading across my face as I sat on the suitcase, pulled out a cigarette, and lit one up.

  Wang Yanpei's words coincided with the moment when Fengfeng Daoist was awakening. Under Wang Yanpei's three Yang, Xu Zhaopei's Benming soul had been sealed by me back then. Ancient people and modern people are different; at that time, they attached great importance to women's chastity. Xu Zhaopei's Benming soul is the main soul of a person. At the "critical moment", Fengfeng Daoist could not help but feel the unusual movement of Zhaopei's Benming soul. For Fengfeng Daoist, it was no difficult task to secretly transfer the soul of Sanyin Bian Shui into the body of this unfortunate Tang at the "critical moment".

  "Hahaha..." My loud laughter caused everyone to turn their heads and glare at me in anger, scaring me into quickly shutting my mouth.

  The three yin energies of the Wind Path cultivator had long been replaced by deep blue spiritual energy, and his seven intellects were complete. It was not difficult for Tang Ping to understand what he said. As for the content, it must be that this woman is the true person of Feng Sheng, and you can't touch her. Even if you think with your butt, you won't go wrong.

  Such a powerful spell is cast by Fengfeng Daoist himself, you monks can chant it away.

  I finished smoking and stood up with a mixture of schadenfreude and curiosity, squeezing back into the crowd to watch the commotion. After standing for over ten minutes, I got bored. As the saying goes, "trouble arises from idleness", my current state of mind was indeed one of idle troublemaking. At this juncture, I put down my box, pinched a seal with my left hand, and sent out a wisp of spiritual energy from the crowd towards Tang Ping, who was lying on the ground, using my right index finger.

  What was originally just a playful move of a young mind, unexpectedly made Tang Ping, who was lying down, turn over, open his eyes wide, and with his nose closed and opened, stick to the ground and quickly swim towards my standing position.

  "Oh no...!" Just as I was curiously watching Tang Ping's movements, the men and women around me suddenly shrieked and ran out of the grand hall, leaving me standing alone in the empty and desolate hall.

  "Oh my goodness!" I finally came back to my senses, pretended to shout loudly, grabbed the suitcase and rushed out.

  Unfortunately, it was too late. They had already been discovered by those monks. The grey-robed monk who bore great hostility towards me shouted loudly: "It's you again, the heretic demon."

  I suddenly turned around and saw that Tang Ping was still following me. I looked at the monk in gray clothes, then at Tang Ping with a strange expression, and a plan formed in my mind.

  His fingers moved stealthily, and a formless spiritual energy shot out towards the grey-robed monk, shouting in Tang Ping's mind "Stop chasing me, bite him quickly."

  I didn't even learn the technique of controlling my breath with intention, let alone more profound techniques like controlling my soul with intention. This was purely for fun and I didn't expect it to work at all, but surprisingly it did.

  Tang Ping stood up, patted the horse's back and rushed towards the grey-robed monk. With swift movements of his hands and feet, he darted into the group of monks in an instant, startling the originally serene-looking monks who were closing their eyes and furrowing their brows, causing them to hastily dodge out of the way.

  Tang Ping finally approached the gray-robed monk, and with a sudden movement, he wrapped his legs around the monk's waist, grasped his head with both hands, and directly knocked him to the ground.