The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 344 Lay down the butcher's knife and spare the people for now

Lang Jiuchuan was somewhat displeased. If she was displeased, no one else would be either. She had to stir up some trouble. But this was Huguo Temple; what could possibly happen here?

She walked through the temple with a gloomy face until she saw a commotion coming from over there. She turned her head and saw that it was the temple where the fake bodhisattva lived.

Lang Jiuchuan walked into the crowd and listened to the onlookers talking. They said that a lay Buddhist had been bewitched in the temple. Not only had his face been scratched, but half of his eyeballs had almost been gouged out. It sounded terrifying.

"To be cursed even in a temple, must have done too many bad things, even Buddha can't suppress the karmic retribution and bad luck." Someone scoffed.

"No."

Lang Jiuchuan listened to the discussion and smiled slightly. It's not something that can be resolved by reciting a few sutras; Fang Shi shouldn't even think about it.

Soon, some monks came out and chased people away, forbidding them from gathering any longer.

Seeing this, some people dispersed in a huff, but Lang Jiuchuan stood aside, watching a monk with peach blossom eyes walk out of the meditation room. He had a handsome appearance, and even with a bald head, he couldn't hide his charming demeanor.

Is this the mistress of the Fang family, the Xuanming monk who used to be fond of married women?
Lang Jiuchuan's gaze was too intense to go unnoticed. Xuanming looked over, and when he saw her, his eyebrows twitched. He walked over and said, "Amitabha, this young benefactor..."

Lang Jiuchuan glanced at the lingering eerie atmosphere in the temple, sneered, and turned to leave.

Xuanming was slightly taken aback, then his brows furrowed.

Is it her? Fang was possessed by a nightmare demon. After she regained consciousness, she said that someone was trying to harm her. It was that Ninth Sister from the Lang family. It must have been her who used some insidious evil magic.

The nightmare ghost in Fang's dream was extremely ferocious. He had just used a sedative bell on her, but he didn't know if it would work.

so troublesome!
Just as Xuanming was getting impatient, another scream came from inside the room. He turned his head and quickly walked in, only to see that Fang Shi, who had already quieted down, was holding a silver hairpin and stabbing it into her covered eyes.

Her expression was ferocious and twisted, her face fierce, as if she were possessed by something.

Xuanming's face darkened as he looked at the evil-suppressing bell on her wrist. It had long since turned gray and cracked, having lost its magical power.

Left with no other choice, he took his own prayer beads, put them on Fang's head, and chanted the Vajra Mantra.

Lang Jiuchuan felt a little better after leaving the Zen temple. When she saw a monk standing in front of her, she felt a little guilty and nodded slightly.

The monk walked over, put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer, then said with feigned helplessness, "Benefactor Lang, the abbot said he hopes you can put down your butcher's knife and spare the man for his sake."

Lang Jiuchuan: "..."

She asked dejectedly, "Has the host emerged from seclusion?"

The monk sighed, "If you insist on taking the butcher's knife, he will have no choice but to leave the pass."

Recalling the blood that Master Xuan Neng had coughed up when he helped her fight Bian, Lang Jiuchuan twitched the corner of her mouth: "Master is merciful, and so am I."

Fine, this is Master Xuan Neng's territory after all. Killing people here would indeed be a bit disrespectful to him.

For his sake, then we won't slaughter her at Huguo Temple!
The monk chanted "Amitabha" again.

Lang Jiuchuan made hand seals and withdrew the nightmare spell from Fang's body.

Xuanming, who was chanting the Vajra Mantra until his forehead was sweating and his face was pale, was suddenly startled to see that the prayer beads on Fang's body had broken and she had also collapsed softly. Her expression returned to peace.

The nightmare ghost suddenly left? Thinking of this, Xuanming's face became even more unsightly. Could this really be as Fang Shi said, that she had been bewitched?
Who dares to be so presumptuous at Huguo Temple? Is it really that little girl from the Lang family? Does she have such ability?
Lang Jiuchuan sent a young novice monk to inform the Cui family that she had gone up the back mountain and there was no need to look for her.

The location of Huguo Temple is also a geomantically auspicious place. She plans to absorb the vitality of all things in this mountain range, which will be of great use to her cultivation.

Seeing that the mountain path was deserted, she thought for a moment and cast a speed spell. She had never used this spell since her rebirth and wanted to test whether she could really travel a thousand miles a day with her current strength.

A quarter of an hour later, Lang Jiuchuan leaned against a boulder on the mountaintop, panting heavily. He rubbed his throbbing head. Traveling a thousand miles a day was still quite strenuous with his current strength.

After a short adjustment of her breathing, she sat cross-legged on the rock, formed hand seals, circulated her energy, mobilized the life force of the mountain plants and trees, guided it into her meridians and spirit palace, and entered a meditative state.

Following the scent back to the back mountain of Huguo Temple, he saw the black-hearted woman meditating. He immediately suppressed his aura and snorted.

This was definitely not a sneak attack; I was just testing your alertness.

Jiang Che concealed its presence to almost nothing, even breaking off a large leaf and putting it around its neck as a disguise, before stealthily making its way towards Lang Jiuchuan.

At a distance of less than ten feet, it launched an attack in a flash.

A fierce howl shook the mountains and forests.

With a nimble leap, its speed as fast as lightning, it unleashed the fierce and malevolent energy within its body, and in the void, a massive tiger opened its jaws and bit down at Lang Jiuchuan.

Seriously? With all this, she doesn't even show the slightest sign of trying to dodge. If she really gets bitten, she's definitely in trouble.

Jiang Che was both anxious and angry. His golden pupils reflected the person's slender body. He wanted to stop his attack, but it was too late. Just as the giant mouth was about to land on her head and he tried to forcefully stop, in a flash, a golden light shot out from Langjiuchuan.

boom.

The tiger formed from the malevolent energy was hit squarely, and it immediately collapsed, howling as it fell from mid-air.

"Shameless scoundrel, you discovered me long ago, yet you tricked me!" A soft voice came from its mouth.

Lang Jiuchuan reached out and caught its falling body, sneering, "This is called all's fair in war. It'll teach you not to be so soft-hearted and to abuse your compassion."

She scooped up a small ball of flesh, barely bigger than her palm, and squeezed it. Something felt off. Looking down, she saw only a pinkish ball of flesh and exclaimed, "Where's your fur?"

Is this a tiger? Where's its thick, shiny, and smooth fur? How can you pet it if it's not fur?
"How dare you say that? Who is born to undergo tribulations? It's me. I'm still talking about my fur. It's all burned off, but my skin is still just right!" Jiang Che flipped over nimbly and squatted in her palm, angrily saying, "If you had told me in advance, I wouldn't have almost not been able to come back."

"Without going through countless near-death experiences, how could this wicked heaven have allowed your spirit to enter this little tiger cub's body?" Lang Jiuchuan looked at its crotch and said, "Oh, it's male. You've got what you wanted!"

Jiang Che: "?"

It looked down and, oh my god, quickly covered itself with its paws, its fur turning even pinker with rage: "Don't look at what you shouldn't see! Shameless!"

Lang Jiuchuan flicked its forehead and said, "It's just a little brat, oh, it doesn't even have a hair. Do you think it'll lose a single hair?"

"you……"

"Shh, stop fooling around!" Lang Jiuchuan suddenly stood up, looked down the mountain, pinched his fingers together, his expression changed abruptly, and with a leap, he used his Divine Speed ​​Technique, grabbed Jiang Che by the neck, and ran quickly down the mountain.

problem occurs.

When nothing feels right, even writing feels wrong, what should I do?