mtlumby2d Chapter 616: Killing Oneself to Become a Buddha
Chapter 616: Killing Oneself to Become a Buddha
The scorpion's broken shell instantly shattered into pieces, and the fragments pierced into Shanchai's palm, causing him to feel an instant pain and blood dripping from his palm.
Shanchai looked up with a cold face, indifferently, staring at Duoqiu with his eyes.
Then, he stirred his hand, and the blood in his hand and the remains of the scorpion were mixed together in an instant.
Seeing this, he took out a bottle of black liquid.
He poured the liquid into the residue, and immediately many sticky bubbles emerged.
Driven by blood, these elements come together and produce a strange resonance.
The night was as cool as water, and the flickering candlelight in the hall illuminated Master Duoqiu's sweaty face.
Shanchai's cold-blooded voice came again.
"Are you satisfied with this appetizer?"
Shanchai's face was like that of a devil, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying the miserable state of Duoqiu being tortured.
Duoqiu clenched his teeth and tried hard to control the trembling of his body.
The worm that had entered his body was moving freely through his flesh and blood, and every movement brought him excruciating pain.
Duoqiu tried to hold it in, letting the sweat on his forehead pile up more and more without saying a word.
Seeing this, Shancai Ghost smiled.
"It seems that this little bit is far from enough for the master to enjoy."
Shanchai deliberately lengthened his tone, his eyes full of mockery.
As his voice fell, the room became even more silent.
Master Duoqiu sat upright like this, with his hands clasped together and his eyes wide open, like a Vajra Arhat, awe-inspiring without even being angry.
"Shanchai, if you do this, you will only plunge yourself into deeper sin."
Shanchai laughed out loud, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Sin? My life has been soaked in sin."
"Today, I will let you so-called righteous people also taste the bitterness of this sin!"
Shanchai raised his hand and threw a mixture of scorpion remains and blood towards Duoqiu's face.
The residue emitted a foul stench and pounced towards Duoqiu ferociously like a bloodthirsty poisonous snake.
Duoqiu felt a sinister breath coming towards him. He was about to close his eyes, but found that his eyelids were very stiff.
The worm was like a maggot attached to his bones, and the toxin it secreted paralyzed his body, making him unable to move.
Before Duoqiu could close his eyes, the thing hit him in the face.
The residue stung his face, but he remained motionless.
"The second black magic: poisonous scorpion magic."
The broken slag pierced Duoqiu's eyes, and Duoqiu groaned.
The debris hit him right in the face, and the broken shell pierced his eyes, and two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed from his eyes.
His face turned pale in an instant, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead.
The severe pain at this moment was like a tidal wave, leaving his face completely bloodless.
Seeing this, Chen Yile was shocked.
"Master, please help me!" Chen Yile couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly.
Master Duoqiu forced a smile, signaling Chen Yile not to act rashly.
Chen Yile couldn't bear it, so he stood in front of the master. As long as the master said a word, he would start a war with Shanchai.
"Mr. Chen, I'm fine. This is my fate, so let me bear it myself."
Chen Yile clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anger.
Looking at Shanchai's smile of success, he couldn't help but feel angry.
If Duoqiu hadn't said it was fate and stopped him from interfering, he would have killed Shancai long ago.
Chen Yile glared at Shanchai and stood silently aside, waiting for the opportunity.
However, Duoqiu, who was behind him, had already turned pale with his lips and his breathing became unstable.
Master Duoqiu was in extreme pain, and his breathing became rapid and difficult.
At this time, there were three black magic spells in his body, and he felt as if his internal organs were about to be torn apart.
Despite the immense torture he was in, he did not move.
Seeing that two consecutive black magic spells failed to make Duoqiu surrender.
Shanchai's smile gradually froze, and his expression became increasingly unsightly.
He quickly pulled out a small black bottle from his bosom. Around the mouth of the bottle was a thin snake-shaped carving of unknown meaning.
"It seems that I have to cast a third spell."
He took out a porcelain bottle and uncorked it. A strange fragrance immediately filled the air, and the candlelight in the hall seemed to flicker more violently because of the fragrance.
He was muttering to himself, as if summoning some terrifying power.
As he chanted the spell, the porcelain bottle began to shake and emit whimpering sounds.
"The third black magic: ghost-entanglement magic!"
I saw a black shadow rushing out from the talisman and rushing towards Duoqiu.
Duoqiu only felt a cold breath enveloping him in an instant, as if countless resentful souls were roaring in his ears.
Chen Yile saw it clearly. A black ghost rushed out of the porcelain bottle and wrapped around Duoqiu.
This is an evil technique that turns people into ghosts, refining the souls of living people. Even in Southeast Asia, it is a serious sin.
The most evil sorcery is no more than this.
It is unknown which victim was turned into a ghost by Shanchai, and he rushed towards Duoqiu with deep resentment and hatred.
Ghosts and monsters condensed into a dark wind.
The candlelight in the hall was blown green and flickered, and Chen Yile's heart became uneasy.
The cold air instantly enveloped Duoqiu, and Duoqiu felt a biting coldness penetrating his body.
It was as if countless cold hands were tearing at his soul.
At this time, Duoqiu was wearing four black magic spells, his eyes were bleeding, and he could not speak.
The human face puts pressure on the back, insect bites penetrate the body, poisonous scorpions destroy the eyes, and ghosts bind the body.
His three souls and six spirits competed to separate, the aura of death gradually covered his forehead, and his vitality was visibly fading away.
But at this moment, he endured the pain and stood up.
Although his eyes were destroyed, he looked directly at Shanchai as if he could see.
"Let go of your sins, Shancai."
This sound was as loud as a bell.
Shanchai looked like he couldn't accept it.
He watched helplessly as Duoqiu was hit by the four most powerful black magics that he had practiced for many years, but he was still alive.
He couldn't accept all this.
"You baldy ass, I'll send you to hell!"
Shanchai took out a dagger and while Chen Yile was stunned, he rushed forward and stabbed Duoqiu hard in the chest.
Duoqiu was injured by the poison-contaminated dagger, and all the internal energy was drained out, and he could no longer withstand the power of the black magic.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and his body shrank rapidly, shrinking by a full circle in a few minutes.
Chen Yile watched Duoqiu look up with a wry smile, and his face looked even older.
He seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant.
"Please ask the master for more!"
Chen Yile rushed over and supported Duoqiu. Duoqiu's face was extremely pale, as if he would die at any time.
He gently took Chen Yile's hand and said with a weak breath, "This is a destined calamity. The burden I have carried in this life has come to an end."
"It's a matter of fate, so let's part ways amicably."
Duoqiu spat out a mouthful of blood and a smile of relief appeared on his face.
He seemed to see himself as a child when he first entered the Xingyun Temple to study Buddhism.
It was as if I saw those ordinary people I saved living a happy life.