Hong Kong films: Starting from Shaolin Temple

Why would such an important person come in person?

Long Yan received the Hung Hing advisor in the main hall.

Chen Yao's attitude was completely different from that of Liang Kun and Boss B. He had none of the airs of a gangster; instead, he resembled a polite scholar. He bowed respectfully to Long Yan and then got straight to the point.

“Master Longyan, I am here today on behalf of Mr. Jiang to apologize to you, and at the same time, I am begging you to save my life.”

"Apologize? Save my life?" Long Yan raised an eyebrow.

A bitter look appeared on Chen Yao's face: "The apology is for Liang Kun's previous offense against Wulongyuan. The gang has already imposed the most severe punishment on him. All the territories and businesses under his name have been taken back. I hope this explanation will satisfy you, Master."

"As for saving lives..." Chen Yao's expression became extremely solemn, "We want to ask the master to save the life of our boss B, Wu Zhixiong."

"Big Boss B?" Long Yan remembered the Hung Hing branch leader who had spoken up for him in front of the mountain gate. "What happened to him?"

Chen Yao sighed, took out a few photos from his briefcase, and placed them on the table.

The photo shows a man lying in a hospital bed—it's none other than Boss B. However, he is no longer the imposing figure he once was. His eyes are closed, his face is dark, his lips are an eerie purple, and he is so thin he looks emaciated, as if all his energy has been drained away.

The most horrifying thing was his chest. His clothes were lifted up, and you could clearly see a jet-black five-finger handprint deeply imprinted on his skin. The flesh around the handprint had already begun to show signs of ulceration.

"This is..." The wise master and Zhang Ling, who were standing to the side, both changed their expressions when they saw the photo.

“Yin Sha Palm!” Zhang Ling blurted out, his eyes sharpening. “What a domineering evil technique! Those struck by this palm will have their three souls and seven spirits eroded day and night by the Yin Sha Qi. Within seven days, their essence and blood will be exhausted, turning them into mindless walking corpses!”

A hint of surprise flashed in Chen Yao's eyes. He hadn't expected that someone here could recognize such an evil spell at a glance. He nodded and said in a deep voice, "This Taoist priest is right. Brother B was afflicted by this spell three days ago. We searched all the best doctors in Hong Kong, but they couldn't find any cause for his illness. We also consulted some so-called 'experts' (Wang Lihao), but when they saw Brother B's condition, they were all so frightened that they didn't even dare to accept his money."

"Who did this?" Long Yan asked. He could sense that the black palm print in the photo exuded an aura completely different from Isabella's, filled with death and resentment.

Chen Yao's face revealed extreme resentment and a hint of fear: "It's Liang Kun! Or rather, it's not Liang Kun anymore. He somehow managed to bring in a... sorcerer from Southeast Asia!"

"That sorcerer helped him make a comeback. A few days ago, Brother Kun, along with that sorcerer, launched a surprise attack on Brother B's gang. In order to cover the retreat of his men, Brother B was struck by the sorcerer from a distance, and that's how he ended up like this."

"Brother Kun declared that he would not only take back everything that belonged to him, but also make everyone who had offended him wish they were dead! The first name he named was Brother B. And the second..."

Chen Yao raised his head and looked directly at Long Yan.

"It is you, Master Long Yan."

Chapter 148 The Sorcerer

"Sorcerer".

The wise master uttered these three words softly, his expression becoming even more solemn than when he was facing Isabella.

He explained to those around him, “If Western vampires are the aristocrats of the Western dark world, and they still follow some rules and maintain some decorum, then the sorcerers of Southeast Asia are utterly taboo. They are a group of madmen who will stop at nothing to gain power.”

Zhang Ling chimed in, his usual nonchalant demeanor vanishing: "Master is right. The art of black magic originates from ancient witchcraft, a heretical and extremely bizarre practice. It's divided into several types, including 'medicinal black magic,' 'flying black magic,' and 'spirit black magic.' The one that Boss B in the photo is using is probably the 'yin evil black magic,' which involves injecting a malevolent spirit, refined by the black magic practitioner, into the victim's body—it's incredibly vicious."

"These guys are masters at harming people without them even realizing it. They're also narrow-minded and vindictive. Once you get entangled with them, unless you completely eliminate them, the consequences will be endless." Zhang Ling's tone carried a hint of disgust. Clearly, he had dealt with many such people during his travels.

After hearing their explanation, Uncle Da turned pale with fright. He thought vampires were scary enough, but he never expected an even more sinister sorcerer to appear.

Seeing everyone's reactions, Chen Yao's last glimmer of hope grew even stronger. He knew he had found the right people this time. These people before him were the true "experts" who understood the intricacies of the matter.

He bowed deeply to Long Yan again: "Master Long Yan, Brother B spoke up for you at the mountain gate that day, and we in Hung Hing remember that kindness. Now that he is in trouble, we are truly desperate. We beg you, Master, to have mercy and help us. As long as Brother B's life can be saved, Mr. Chiang said that we in Hung Hing are willing to pay any price!"

Long Yan looked at the photo on the table. In the photo, Boss B, although his face was dark, still retained a trace of indomitable heroism between his brows.

He remembered that day when, under Liang Kun's coercion, it was this gangster who was the first to stand up and shield him.

Buddhism teaches about cause and effect.

Today's results are the result of yesterday's causes.

“Amitabha.” Long Yan stood up and said to Chen Yao, “Benefactor Wu and I have met once before, which can be considered a connection. Since that is the case, I should make a trip.”

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" Upon hearing this, Chen Yao was overjoyed and extremely excited.

"There's no time to lose, take us to the hospital now." Zhang Ling also stood up, looking eager to try. "I want to see if it's some kind of Southeast Asian sorcery or the divine thunder god of my Maoshan!"

So, led by Chen Yao, Long Yan, Zhang Ling, and Master Zhihui went down the mountain together and took a car to the private hospital where Boss B was located.

The VIP ward on the top floor of the hospital had been surrounded by Boss B's trusted subordinates, creating a tense atmosphere.

When Long Yan and the others entered the ward, a thick, stench, like that of rotting corpses, assaulted their senses. The temperature inside the ward was also several degrees lower than outside, chilling and biting.

Boss B, lying in the hospital bed, looked even worse than in the photos. His breathing was extremely weak; if it weren't for the slow heartbeat of the electrocardiogram beside him, he would have looked like a dead man. The black handprint on his chest now resembled a black hole, relentlessly devouring his last vestiges of life.

Several of Boss B's confidants looked suspicious when they saw Chen Yao bring a monk and a Taoist priest. However, due to Chen Yao's status, none of them dared to say anything.

As soon as Zhang Ling entered the room, he took out an exorcism talisman from his pocket and uttered a low shout, "I command!" The talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, turning into a wisp of green smoke that swirled around the ward.

Wherever the wisps of smoke passed, the chilling stench was largely dispelled.

“Such heavy Yin energy.” Zhang Ling frowned. “This sorcerer is quite skilled. What he left in Brother B’s body is not only Yin energy, but also a ‘natal Yin spirit’ that he has been cultivating for many years. This Yin spirit is currently entrenched in Brother B’s heart meridian, constantly devouring his vital energy. No medicine in the hospital has any effect on it.”

The wise master stepped forward, extended a finger, and gently touched the center of Boss B's forehead. A gentle ray of Buddhist light flowed into Boss B's body, attempting to probe him.

However, the moment the Buddha's light entered his body, the black palm print on Boss B's chest suddenly shone brightly with black light! A blurry ghostly figure, filled with resentment and madness, flashed past from the palm print, letting out a silent roar, and actually pushed back the Buddha's light from the Master of Wisdom.

The Master of Wisdom grunted, took half a step back, and his face turned somewhat pale.

　(ahcc) “What a vicious spirit!” he said in a deep voice. “It has already become entangled with Benefactor Wu’s heart meridian. If we use powerful Buddhist techniques to directly attack it, I’m afraid that while the spirit will be destroyed, Benefactor Wu’s heart meridian will also be shattered, and his life will be in danger.”

Now, the problem has become tricky. Exorcising the evil spirit while saving Boss B's life is like performing a delicate bomb disposal operation on a beating heart.

All eyes were focused on Long Yan.

Long Yan walked to the bedside, looked at the dying Boss B, and a trace of pity appeared in his eyes.

He didn't act immediately, but turned to Chen Yao and said, "Benefactor Chen, please prepare an absolutely quiet room, a basin of clean water, and a bundle of sandalwood incense. Also, from now on, no one except us is allowed to approach this ward."

Although Chen Yao didn't understand what Long Yan was going to do, he immediately nodded and ordered his men to do it.

Soon, everything will be ready.

Long Yan had Zhang Ling and Master Zhihui stand guard outside the ward to prevent any remote interference from the sorcerer. Then, he was alone in the room with Boss B.

He lit sandalwood incense, and the rising smoke created a tranquil and solemn atmosphere in the room.

He placed the basin of water on Boss B's bedside.

Then, he sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, and gently placed one hand on the terrifying black palm print on Boss B's chest.

He closed his eyes, and his entire aura became ethereal and distant.

Instead of using the domineering power of the Arhat's golden body to confront it head-on, he used a method that no one had expected.

He began chanting scriptures.

What was being recited was not a powerful mantra for subduing demons, but rather the most peaceful and compassionate mantra in Buddhism—the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra.

"Thus have I heard. At one time, the Buddha was in the Trayastrimsa Heaven, preaching the Dharma to his mother..."

The peaceful and righteous scriptures flowed slowly from Long Yan's mouth. Each word transformed into a warm golden light, not an attack, but like a gentle spring breeze and rain, softly seeping into Boss B's body, into that dark realm occupied by Yin energy.

This is not an expulsion, but a... deliverance.

What Long Yan wanted to do was not to destroy the vicious spirit, but to use the supreme Buddhist compassion to resolve its resentment and hatred, free it from the sorcerer's enslavement, and send it into the cycle of reincarnation.

This is the real solution – to strike at the root of the problem!

This unseen confrontation is no less dangerous than a world-shaking battle. It tests not the strength of one's power, but the depth of one's character and the breadth of the Buddha's compassion.

Outside the ward, Zhang Ling and Master Wisdom stood solemnly, ready for anything. They knew that the moment that would truly determine Boss B's fate had arrived.

Meanwhile, in a dark corner of the city, a dark-skinned, emaciated man suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of ferocity and confusion flashing in them.

He sensed that the "life force" he had left within his prey was being influenced by a power he had never encountered before. That power neither attacked nor destroyed, yet it instilled in him a deep-seated...fear.

Chapter 149 Buddhist chants guide spirits to salvation

Inside the ward, time seemed to stand still.

The wisps of sandalwood smoke, like a slender dragon, swirled in the air before slowly dissipating, enveloping the entire room in a solemn and tranquil atmosphere.

Long Yan sat cross-legged, his appearance solemn and dignified. His voice was steady and rhythmic, each word crystal clear, as if it did not come from his throat, but from his dantian, from the depths of his heart, resonating directly.

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra is a long and complex text that recounts the boundless vows and great compassion of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty; I will not attain enlightenment until all sentient beings are liberated."

As the scriptures were recited, the golden words transformed into warm rain of light, continuously seeping into Boss B's body.

Initially, the evil spirit residing in his heart meridian reacted extremely violently. The black palm print on Boss B's chest flashed wildly with black light, and waves of resentment, violence, and killing intent surged out madly, attempting to expel this gentle Buddhist power.

Boss B's body began to convulse violently. His eyes, which were tightly closed, rolled wildly, and his face showed an expression of extreme pain, while a strange "hoarse" sound came from his throat.

Chen Yao and his Hung Hing subordinates outside the ward were all terrified by what they saw and almost couldn't help but rush in.

"Stop!" Zhang Ling stretched out a hand, blocking their way, his eyes sharp as knives. "If you don't want him to die, then all of you stay quiet! This is a critical moment; any disturbance will ruin everything!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority that quelled everyone's anxiety.

Master Zhihui also clasped his hands together, softly chanting Buddhist mantras, his gaze fixed intently on the ward, his eyes filled with tension and anticipation. He knew that Long Yan was engaged in an extremely dangerous "battle of compassion."

Inside the ward, Long Yan ignored the violent reaction of Boss B's body. His heart was like an ancient well that had remained undisturbed for millennia, without the slightest tremor.

He knew this was the spirit's final struggle. It had been corrupted by the sorcerer's evil magic for too long, losing its true nature and filled only with resentment and bloodlust. Its first reaction to the sudden arrival of the compassionate light of Buddha was fear and resistance.

Long Yan did not intensify his Buddhist power, but maintained the gentle, spring-like rhythm as he continued to chant the scriptures.

The Dharma is like water; water dripping wears away stone. Even the hardest rock will eventually be softened by the gentlest flowing water.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Half an hour, an hour...

Boss B's convulsions gradually subsided. The black palm print on his chest, though still pitch black, was emitting a increasingly weaker, more violently flashing black light.

The evil spirit residing within him seemed to gradually cease its struggle.

Under the influence of the boundless compassion of the Ksitigarbha Sutra, some forgotten fragments began to emerge from its memories filled with resentment.

It remembered that in its previous life, it had been an ordinary villager with its own family and hopes. It remembered how it had been murdered by its enemies and died a violent death in the wilderness. It remembered how its soul had been captured by that gaunt sorcerer, tortured day and night with poisonous insects, blood, and curses, ultimately turning it into a vicious tool that only knew how to obey orders.

Endless pain, endless resentment, endless confusion...

At this moment, the warm Buddha light and the compassionate scriptures are like a gentle hand, softly soothing its wounded soul.

"Let it go... let go of hatred... let go of obsession..."

A grand and compassionate voice resounded from the depths of its soul.