The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 442
Qing Moyan hugged Ru Xiaonan tightly, nodded slightly to the crowd, and eight men dressed as imperial guards quietly dispersed to surround the princess.

Ru Xiaonan took a deep breath and formed seals with her hands.

A faint white light emanated from the eight men, forming a magic circle, trapping the princess in it.

The Crown Princess suddenly raised her head, and looked towards Qing Moyan, her eyes were terrifying as if she was about to spew fire.

Ru Xiaonan felt a chill run up her back.

"Calm down." Qing Moyan's voice sounded faintly.

That's right, it's useless to be afraid now, she has already made a move, and there is no way out.

"The heavens and the earth are natural, and the filth is scattered... The majesty of the eight directions, I am natural..." As Ru Xiaonan's mantra flowed out of her mouth, a magic circle composed of eight men trapped the princess in it.

The ministers were shocked.

Ru Xiaonan raised the doll with both hands, and turned the doll's face towards the princess.

"Death in the open and in the dark, injustice and injustice, creditors and enemies..."

The puppet shook violently in Ru Xiaonan's hand.

The imperial guards quickly evacuated the courtiers until they were forcibly driven away from the altar. Some courtiers didn't know why, they didn't know what happened just now.

The body of the puppet emits a strong light, which shines directly on the princess.

The princess's face was pale, and her whole body was suppressed on the ground, unable to move.

"You...that's all you have..." She glared at Ru Xiaonan fiercely.

Qing Moyan was always standing behind Ru Xiaonan, but his eyes were cast in the direction of the altar.

At this time, many monks had gathered around the emperor, keeping him behind.

Qing Moyan knew that the eminent monk was taking the opportunity to help the emperor remove the black curse, so he couldn't help them for the time being.

"... Nannan." Qing Moyan saw that her body was shaking violently, so she reached out to support her arm from behind, and helped her support it.

The light on the puppet's body became brighter and brighter, and finally there was an ear-piercing scream, and a strong light shot straight at the princess.

Ru Xiaonan closed her eyes subconsciously.

The doll was still in her hand, but she could feel the doll's body getting hotter and hotter, as if it was about to burn.

The princess on the opposite side collapsed to the ground.

"...Qingmoyan...become...quick...quick..." Ru Xiaonan grabbed the doll's body with all her strength, "The magic circle..."

Qing Mo Yan raised his hands, and the eight men who formed the magic circle quickly retreated from the side of the princess and surrounded Ru Xiaonan instead.

"Take the princess down quickly." Qing Moyan ordered.

Two imperial guards came from nowhere, lifted the princess and ran away.

In a blink of an eye, there were only a few monks wearing monk robes left on the altar, as well as Qing Moyan and others.

The emperor was blocked by monks, Qing Moyan didn't know how the situation was going, but those monks were busy and calm, obviously the emperor was not hurt.

"Quack..." The puppet's joints made a friction sound, twisting in Ru Xiaonan's hand, trying to break free.

"I won't let you run away, don't try to run away." Ru Xiaonan bit her lip, trying to seal the doll with a spell.

Lin Jingyi has already returned to her body, and what is trapped in the doll now is a thousand-year-old spirit.

But no matter how many times Ru Xiaonan repeated the mantra, the puppet's body never stopped twisting.

There was a scorching pain in the palm, as if a layer of skin was about to be burned off.

Ru Xiaonan's face was covered with sweat.

Qing Moyan noticed, and whispered something in her ear, "If it doesn't work, just let go."

Letting go of the puppet is equivalent to letting go of the thousand-year-old vengeful spirit. Even if there is a magic circle controlling the other party, it will only happen in an instant if it loses control.

Ru Xiaonan didn't dare to let go, and she couldn't let go.

"How is Uncle Emperor?"

"I'm still dealing with the black curse cast on the emperor, I don't think so soon." Qing Moyan's tone was flat, but if you listen carefully, you can find a tremor in his voice.

Just relying on Ru Xiaonan, there is no way to restrain the Millennium Wraith.

If the eminent monk fails to help in time, then the wraith is very likely to hurt Ru Xiaonan.

"If it doesn't work, let it go." Qing Moyan broke her heart.

Even if the wraith escapes, he doesn't want to hurt his little thing.

"No, if it runs away, more people will die in the future." Ru Xiaonan held onto the doll tightly, but Yin Hong's blood quietly seeped from her fingers.

"Let go, no one will blame you." Qing Moyan is not good at this kind of thing, his Gu King can defeat the enemy, but he can't do anything with this kind of illusory existence.

Ru Xiaonan's whole body trembled into one, and the puppet in her hand made a strange sound of "quack". In front of her, the puppet's head gradually turned to the rear.

In the end, he turned his neck completely, and the face carved in white jade turned behind.

"You...you are so capable..." The face of the puppet was black and blue, and it spoke slowly, "Who among you wants to be the first to be eaten by me...just report your name..."

The hideous face is creepy.

Suddenly, with a "bang", the doll exploded.

Ru Xiaonan couldn't help falling backwards.

Qing Moyan caught her body, hugged her and quickly exited the circle.

The puppet's body had already been shattered, and a cloud of black air floated in the circle, darker than that at midnight.

It’s over.

Ru Xiaonan sighed secretly, but let it escape.

"The magic circle...can't trap it." Ru Xiaonan said in despair.

Qing Moyan tore off the corner of her robe and wrapped it around Ru Xiaonan's bloody hands.

He doesn't care about these things, it doesn't matter if he can't be trapped, how many people are going to die and he doesn't care, as long as his little thing is safe and sound.

The black air circled several times in the magic circle, and suddenly it increased several times.

The eight men who served as the cornerstones of the magic circle fell to the ground after being shaken, and the resentment that broke free from the magic circle was like a raging tide, rushing towards the emperor on the altar without any resistance.

"Be careful!" Ru Xiaonan couldn't help exclaiming.

Just when the resentful spirit was about to pounce on the altar, it was suddenly bounced off by a golden light.

"Namo Satanta, Sugataya, Arahadi, Samyak Sambodho wrote...Namo Sado Nam Samyak Sambodho, Juzhinan..."

The sound of chanting sutras sounded, and there seemed to be countless voices echoing on the altar. The wooden fish rang, and the sound penetrated into the hearts of the people. The whole altar seemed to be covered with a layer of holy Buddha light.

The golden light is sprinkled all over, and the splendor continues.

The black wraith roared and screamed sharply. The scriptures came from all directions, and every word was like a sharp arrow, piercing into it, cutting off part of the darkness of the wraith.

Qing Moyan stood under the altar with Ru Xiaonan in her arms, looked up and watched the darkness of the resentful spirit gradually disappear in the golden light, wisps of black gas turned into burning flames, struggled and circled in the air, burned more and more intensely, and finally turned into Nothing.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene, and some even forgot to breathe.

"What was that just now..." Under the mountain, people were also looking forward to it.

"Looks like a cloud."

"Is it going to rain again?"

"Who knows."

The people who don't know the truth don't know what happened to the people on the mountain just now.

"It's over?" Ru Xiaonan looked back at Qing Moyan in disbelief.

"There shouldn't be any problem with the wine monk making a move." Qing Moyan comforted her, and at the same time hugged her horizontally.

Ru Xiaonan was taken aback, "Don't... Uncle Emperor is still here."

Qing Moyan smiled lightly, and carried her onto the altar.

The black curse on the emperor's body was lifted, and his expression relaxed a lot. Qing Moyan hugged Ru Xiaonan and went forward to salute.

Everyone only paid attention to greetings, no one noticed the shattered puppet on the ground, a wisp of black air came out and quickly dissipated in the air...

(End of this chapter)