The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 207 The Presiding Official Bestows Blessings, Capturing Souls from Afar

Lang Jiuchuan wanted to capture Bian's soul and came to Huguo Temple to find help, so he brought all the items needed for the altar. If anything was lacking, Huguo Temple would have it too.

But the most important thing was the little coat with a hundred blessings that she was holding in her hand.

Xuan Neng found a Buddhist temple for her to set up an altar and called several monks to help. Gong Qi helped set up the altar according to Lang Jiu Chuan's instructions. Lang Jiu Chuan himself made a small figure out of straw, wrote Bian's birth date and time on it, and then took out the Hundred Blessings Robe to draw talismans.

She had arrived in a hurry, and had just exhausted her mental energy to set up an array and draw talismans, which was a big event. Although she had taken the pills given to her by the ghost, she had not properly regulated her breathing. At this moment, the hand holding the talisman brush was trembling slightly.

"Amitabha." Abbot Xuan Neng appeared beside her at some point, looking at her with kind eyes, and said, "Woman benefactor, you are very kind and have a connection with the Buddha. May this old monk recite a sutra for you?"

Lang Jiuchuan was taken aback, his fingers curling slightly. Seeing the compassion in his eyes, he lowered his gaze and clasped his hands together, saying, "Thank you for your trouble, Abbot."

The abbot smiled, then sat down on the ground, holding prayer beads in one hand and lightly tapping the wooden fish with the other, chanting scriptures from his lips.

During her time cultivating her soul and comprehending the Dao in the Little Nine Pagoda, Lang Jiuchuan also studied the teachings of Master Luo Le. Therefore, as soon as Xuan Neng recited the incantation, she knew which scripture it was.

The Great Compassion Dharani Sutra.

That is, the Great Compassion Mantra.

This mantra possesses incredible merit and power. Those who recite it will find peace of mind, enjoy lasting blessings and wisdom, and be free from disasters and calamities.

At that time, the chanting of scriptures was melodious, like heavenly music, resounding in all directions.

The monks who were helping softened their movements, looked over, put their hands together, bowed slightly, and silently chanted a Buddhist prayer.

Gong Qi was stunned, watching Xuan Neng sit down towards Lang Jiuchuan and chant the Great Compassion Mantra. She sat calmly with her eyes slightly closed, her thin and frail body standing straight, her expression like that of a devout believer, accepting it with equanimity.

He suddenly felt his vision blurring. He rubbed his eyes and seemed to see the Great Compassion Mantra transformed into golden light, flowing towards Langjiu River, circling around her, and then disappearing into her body.

Gong Qi suddenly felt a little envious. She quietly went to the back, relaxed her body, and stopped to listen with her eyes closed.

The chanting presided over by Xuan Neng was not loud, but the words were clear and each sound was pleasant to hear, like a spring breeze rustling willows.

His expression was focused and peaceful, his face filled with compassion, as he chanted scriptures, drawing people into the world of mantras.

As the chanting of the mantras filled the air, Lang Jiuchuan felt as if she were enveloped in warm sunshine, feeling completely comfortable. Listening to the syllables, she couldn't help but form hand seals, which changed with the chanting.

An invisible force surrounded her. The abbot, Xuan Neng, sensed this and opened his eyes slightly. He saw a faint light on her forehead, his eyes showing surprise, and his gaze became increasingly compassionate and peaceful.

Amitabha.

After the Great Compassion Mantra was finished, and the chanting lingered for a long time, Lang Jiuchuan slowly opened her eyes, looked at the abbot opposite her, raised her hands in a Buddhist gesture, and bowed to him: "This faithful woman thanks the abbot for bestowing blessings."

The abbot smiled and returned the greeting with his hands clasped together.

Lang Jiuchuan picked up the jade bone talisman brush again, spread out the small garment, dipped it in cinnabar mixed with the powder of the aura meteorite, and drew a spirit talisman on the garment.

With a steady hand and undivided attention, she quickly drew a Thousand-Mile Soul-Binding Talisman. As the last stroke fell and golden light appeared, the Xuan Neng Abbot looked at her with fervent eyes.

Lang Jiuchuan put away his talisman brush, met the host's eyes, and paused: "Host?"

Abbot Xuan Neng clasped his hands and said, “Amitabha, female benefactor, you have a karmic connection with the Buddha. In the future, you should let go of all worldly desires and take refuge in the Buddha…”

cough cough cough.

Gong Qi suddenly coughed on his head. The cough was as loud as a bell and deafening. As if he was afraid that Abbot Xuan Neng would not hear it, he even bent down and coughed in his ear.

Chanting scriptures is one thing, but why does it mean you're advising people to convert to Buddhism and live a life of simple clothes and ancient lamps?

Even if you're the abbot of a Buddhist temple, you can't do that!
The abbot, Xuan Neng, was so engrossed in the coughing that his head was buzzing. He turned his head and looked at Gong Qi helplessly: "Young Daoist Gong, please stop coughing. This old monk is being deafened by the noise."

Lang Jiuchuan inexplicably wanted to laugh, but she held it in. She coughed lightly, picked up the scarecrow, wrapped the talisman-covered garment with the hundred blessings drawn on it, and then used the talisman brush to dot the eyes on the scarecrow's head. Done.

The altar was set up, and Lang Jiuchuan said to Xuan Neng, who was in charge of the ceremony, "Please recite the Soul-Guiding Sutra for me. This person is burdened with karmic obstacles and may have become an evil spirit. If I am unable to do so once it is summoned, please lend a hand and suppress it."

"Amitabha."

Lang Jiuchuan then said to Gong Qi, "Act according to the situation, and please use your Crimson Flame Soul Lock when the time comes."

Gong Qi nodded and took the Soul-Locking Chain from his waist and held it in his hand.

Lang Jiuchuan then washed her hands, burned incense, lit talismans, and informed Heaven and Earth of her name. After completing a series of trivial procedures, she picked up the straw doll with Bian's name and birth date written on it and began to perform the unique Taoist soul-summoning steps in front of the altar.

Om.

The Buddhist mantra for guiding the soul also began to play, and several monks sat behind Abbot Xuan Neng, chanting sutras with him.

A gust of wind suddenly rose.

Gong Qi looked at the scarecrow that Lang Jiuchuan was holding, his face grim.

At the Deadly Post, Cong Bian, who was absorbing the Yin energy, suddenly froze, opened his eyes, and looked horrified.

not good!

Someone is trying to summon his spirit.

It was the same person who attacked him earlier; they're really pushing him relentlessly.

Realizing that his soul was somewhat out of his control, Cong Bian quickly used his magic to fight it off, then floated up from the Deadly Ridge and flew towards the house where Princess Chao'an had been placed.

Lang Jiuchuan sensed a slight stagnation in the ceremony as the wind picked up, causing the candlelight on the altar to flicker and the yellow paper to fly wildly.

They even had the strength to resist.

The abbot, Xuan Neng, twitched his brow and struck the air with his prayer beads. An invisible force spread throughout the courtyard, causing the candlelight to stop flickering and the chanting to become heavy and oppressive once more.

"With this talisman as proof, with incense as a guide, and with the mother's will, I summon the soul from Bian, swiftly to the altar, and command it!" Lang Jiuchuan struck a talisman onto the scarecrow.

The golden light penetrated, crossed the long river for thousands of miles, and landed on the wandering soul of Cong Bian.

Bian let out a sharp scream, as if he heard his mother's pitying call, and his soul wanted to follow the path of the golden light.

"No!" Cong Bian was terrified. He mustered all his evil energy to resist and struggled toward the house that was so close at hand. He didn't know if the time was right before he was to be conceived.

After leaping a few steps, a soul-guiding incantation filled with oppressive power seemed to come from the sky, one after another, stirring up one's soul and creating chaos.

Bian was horrified. He looked up and saw the zombie standing on the roof. His eyes narrowed and he reached out to Bian: "You wretch, come quickly."

The corpse was emanating a malevolent aura and remained motionless.

Bian was furious and was about to unleash all the power contained within his soul when suddenly his soul felt a sharp pain. Looking down, he saw that his body was engulfed in flames, as if a fiery rope was binding him through time and space.

Do not!
His figure was forcibly pulled into a pillar of golden light.

Ding ding ding, the wind chimes hanging from the eaves suddenly rang out.

Gong Qi looked at the Buddhist temple where a sudden gust of wind had blown, his eyes flashing sharply. They're here!

They're definitely going to call me a weirdo for leaving things out!
Hehe, I won't listen, because the annual "Finding Grandfather" event at South China F3 requires time to participate!