I am against feudal superstition, so I light incense on my midnight rice!

Chapter 176: A Randomly Made-up Money Sword?

In a remote hut in Southeast Asia.

The man sitting cross-legged at the table opened his eyes and said, "It's really not easy to kill this guy."

With the help of Gui Mantong, he saw that Tingshui was emitting golden light all over his body. The Gui Mantong he nurtured could not get close to him at all, and even the magic sound could not affect Tingshui's mind.

Tingshui, this clever little ghost, is very smart. He knows that once he is disturbed by Gui Mantong, he will be in danger soon.

So no matter how Gui Mantong threatened him, he remained unmoved.

And the Great Compassion Mantra chanted by Buddhist monks was played.

However, the man's expression was calm. Even though he knew that Tingshui was going to the Demon-Suppressing Temple, he did not panic.

"If you break the trap I set, you must be prepared to die. No matter where you go, you will only be able to survive."

The man picked up the ghost Mantong statue on the table with both hands, recited a few words, and poured it directly into a basin of blood.

All of a sudden.

Bubbles kept coming out of the blood in the basin, and the evil spirit on Gui Mantong suddenly surged.

At the same time, Tingshui got off the plane and got into a car, then rushed to the Demon-Slaying Temple without stopping!
If nothing goes wrong, you can reach Zhenyao Temple by following the water in an hour.

But an accident still happened.

"Brother Shui, the car broke down." The driver spoke tremblingly, and he didn't dare to turn his head away. He always felt that something was sitting on the passenger seat, and the temperature in the car dropped a lot.

"Don't look back. It can't hurt you. How far is it from here to the Demon-Suppressing Temple? I'll go by myself!"

Tingshui swallowed and looked at the co-pilot with a serious expression.

Gui Mantong, who had just disappeared, appeared in the passenger seat at some point.

"Brother Shui, it's still a half-hour drive from here to the Demon-Suppressing Temple. Even if you get to the foot of the mountain, you still have to climb up. With your physical condition, it's impossible without an all-nighter."

The driver was also very scared.

"Shit! What should I do? This thing has become much more aggressive and is almost getting to me!"

The money sword in Tingshui's hand was emitting a warm light at this time.

He didn't dare to stab it, for he was afraid that if he stabbed it, it would appear right next to him.

"Although this place is still some distance away from the Demon-Suppressing Temple, it is very close to a temple! This temple is called Jinguang Temple!"

“It only takes ten minutes to get there!”

"it is good!!"

Tingshui nodded heavily, then he hardened his heart and stabbed out with the Money Sword in both hands.

Gui Mantong turned his head instantly and stretched out his sharp claws to grab the Golden Money Sword!

The claws collided with the sword, making a harsh sound.

"Ah!!" A shrill scream rang out in the car.
Tingshui turned around, got out of the car and ran without any hesitation.

Gui Mantong's figure disappeared into the car, and the wound on its claws caused by the Jinqian Sword healed instantly.

At this moment, all the car's systems returned to normal, the instrument pointer turned a circle, and the engine actually started.

"Oh shit, Brother Shui, take care of yourself. I'm leaving first." The driver stepped on the accelerator and took off.
Tingshui ran all the way along the route.

"Die, die. Eat you!!"

He could hear voices beside him and footsteps following closely behind him.

After running for a few minutes, Tingshui finally saw the lights and a temple of medium size came into view.

As if sensing the Buddha's aura emanating from the Jinguang Temple, Gui Mantong, who was standing behind Tingshui, pounced directly. Several Pure Yang artifacts in Tingshui's arms suddenly emitted a fiery aura, and an invisible energy barrier formed, directly shaking Gui Mantong away.

However, cultural relics without the blessing of spiritual energy cannot last long.

Just by being hit, a crack appeared in the golden barrier around him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The gate of Jinguang Temple was already closed, but Tingshui couldn't control it anymore and banged on the heavy door frantically, "Master, help me!!"

"Jinguang Temple is closed and no longer accepts tourists." A voice came from inside the door.

"I'm not a tourist, Master, help me!!"

Upon hearing Tingshui's cry for help, the novice monk inside hurriedly opened the door.

Tingshui was seen looking behind him, as if something was chasing him. He was panting, his face was covered with sweat, and he was holding a golden sword in his hand!

"Donor, what are you doing?" the novice monk was puzzled.

"Someone is trying to kill me. It's the ghost Mantong!" Tingshui flashed into the temple and closed the door.

"Weird!? Donor, follow me!"

When the novice monk heard the word "weird", he was shocked. Tingshui followed the novice monk to the main hall, the Golden Light Hall.

"Who was knocking on the door just now?" Inside the magnificent Buddhist temple, although the aroma of incense was not as strong as that of the Demon-Suppressing Temple, it also exuded a refreshing atmosphere.

Huijue, who was sitting cross-legged under the Buddha statue practicing, said slowly.

"Abbot Huijue, this donor said that there was a ghost trying to kill him, so he came to our Jinguang Temple for help." Sha Xin said respectfully, clasping his hands together and bowing.
"Weird?"

Huijue suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. The abbot was already in his seventies, but his face was filled with peace. There were wrinkles between his brows, and although his eyes were a little cloudy, they were bright and lively!

He was thin and dressed in a red cassock. His steps were slow but steady as a mountain. His breath was extremely mellow and he exuded a reassuring aura.

There was a glint in his eyes.

He did see a strong aura of evil from Tingshui.

"It is indeed strange." Abbot Huijue nodded.

"Master, please save me. I was framed. I didn't attract this thing at all!" Tingshui looked anxious. Now only Jinguang Temple could save him.

"Are you a Taoist disciple?"

Huijue looked at the golden sword in Tingshui's hand strangely, raised his eyebrows and asked.

"No, I saw those Taoist priests using gold coins swords, so I learned to make one myself. But these copper coins are real, I collected them myself." Tingshui explained.

"Sure enough." Huijue seemed to have thought of something and shook his head and laughed.

"Ah?" Tingshui didn't react to what the master meant for a moment. The master's words were different, always concealing what he meant.

"The red rope you used for the gold coin sword is wrong, and your technique is wrong. The arrangement of the Five Emperors' copper coins is wrong too. Everything is wrong. You've made a mess of things, and it's a shame to waste these Five Emperors' coins. Did you watch some pirated version?"

"But that's true, how could the real weaving method be shown to ordinary people, hehe~"

Master Huijue explained.

Now it was Tingshui's turn to be confused. In order to prevent being cheated, he had consulted a large number of ancient books and finally compiled it according to the steps in the ancient books.

Is this fucking wrong?

"I said I just stabbed that thing with the money sword, but it actually grabbed it with its hands and nothing happened in the end." Tingshui finally realized that he thought his five emperors' money was too rubbish, but it turned out that he had made a mistake.
"Of course, this braided red rope should be soaked in black dog blood for 49 days, and then nourished with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The Great Five Emperors' Coins are inherently pure yang. After passing through the hands of millions of people, if they are then offered with incense, they will become even more powerful!"

"The editing technique is second to none~"

Of course, the last step was to consecrate the Money Sword with a blessing mantra, and Master Huijue did not say much.

(End of this chapter)