Ling Chu whipped out the whip, and Prince Jing screamed, his eyes rolled up, and his body fell limply to the ground.
King Jing's expression changed when he saw his son being whipped, and he wanted to step forward to check, but was stopped by Ning Chuyi.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the prince is fine."
Prince Jing paused and glared at Ning Chuyi with dissatisfaction.
His son even fainted, is this okay?
Others didn't know why Ling Chu whipped Prince Jing, but Taoist Priest Qingyang's expression changed on the side.
Others didn't notice anything unusual, but he could vaguely hear Prince Jing's howl just now, and something seemed wrong.
Seeing that Princess Jing was anxious and wanted to go forward to check, Ling Chu stretched out his hand and stopped her.
"Princess, rest assured, the prince is fine."
Princess Jing was furious, and just about to get angry, she saw her son's eyes opened and he woke up.
"Why do you hit someone without saying a word?"
Prince Jing shouted angrily at Ling Chu with a dark face.
Ling Chu sneered and said disgustedly, "I beat you naturally because you stink too much."
Chang An's just-raised foot was instantly nailed to the ground like a long nail.
Originally, when he saw his eldest son being beaten, he wanted to step forward to stop him. But after hearing Miss Ling's words, he suddenly felt a chill around him, and he couldn't move any further.
Prince Jing was furious, "Wantless, do you know that I am Prince Jing?"
Ling Chu rolled her eyes at him, "Of course I know who you are, but the question is, do you know who I am?"
"Who are you……"
Prince Jing was speechless, but couldn't say anything for a long time.
Ling Chu sneered, "Why, you don't know?"
Prince Jing became angry with embarrassment, "There are so many ladies in Kyoto, how do I know who you are? I don't remember, so what's the fuss?"
Ling Chu sneered, his mouth still stiff.
"It makes sense. If you don't remember this, it really doesn't matter." Ling Chu nodded in agreement, but then changed the subject, "Okay, although they pretend to be quite similar, they are just fake. "
Prince Jing's eyes tightened, "What's fake? I don't know what you are talking about."
"I said you are not Prince Jing at all. Although you have imitated his every word and action so well that it is fake, you can't hide it from me. There is no point in pretending anymore."
Prince Jing and Princess Jing looked astonished, and their suspicious eyes flickered back and forth between Ling Chu and Prince Jing.
Taoist Priest Qingyang's face was dark and gloomy. He didn't expect that he would miss.
For a moment, he wanted to stop the girl from talking.
But when he saw the whip in her hand, his eyes narrowed.
It turned out to be the Bodhi Whip.
Ling Chu didn't expect that Taoist Priest Qingyang was average in ability, but still had a good eye.
Her whip is indeed made of Bodhi branches.
But it is not an ordinary bodhi branch.
I heard from the master that there once was a Bodhi tree in Xuanqing Temple that has not known its age. The abbots of Xuanqing Temple in the past dynasties liked to chant sutras under the tree, and even sat under the Bodhi tree.
Her great-great-great master carefully selected this bodhi branch from the bodhi tree, refined it into a bodhi whip through special techniques, and placed it in front of the Buddha for many years before it was made.
The real purpose of this bodhi whip is to whip ghosts.
It was a magical weapon specially given to her by her master for self-defense.
"Who says I'm not Prince Jing's son? My father, mother, concubine, wet nurse, and Chang An all remember me clearly. Why am I fake?"
"If you are real, then why don't you know who I am?"
"My prince has said it before. There are so many ladies in Kyoto. If I have to memorize all the cats and dogs, wouldn't I be exhausted?"
"Well said, then why did you just give me a thousand taels of silver notes for nothing?"
Prince Jing's expression changed.
Prince Jing and his wife frowned, why are they giving away a thousand taels of silver notes for free? Isn't that a result of losing a bet?
Ling Chu sighed, it was really tiring to talk so much.
"Why, you don't know how to justify yourself? In fact, we didn't make a bet at all. If you are really Prince Jing, how could you not know that you didn't lose a thousand taels of silver at all?"
She had used magic power to whip Prince Jing earlier. But Ling Chu didn't expect that she had overestimated the weakness of this body. After the whipping, she actually felt that her soul was faintly unstable.
In order to prevent the ghost from discovering her abnormality, she eased her discomfort by talking.
Seeing that he was exposed, the Yinhun sneered sinisterly, "I didn't expect that you, a girl, have more magical powers than that naughty old man, and you actually saw it."
Prince Jing's face darkened. He didn't expect that the thing attached to his son was not taken away by Taoist Qingyang.
Princess Jing was even more shaken. The dirty thing was still on her son. She even pretended to be him and deceived both her and the prince.
Ling Chu glanced at the ghost and sighed, "Human beings have different paths. Since you are dead, why didn't you go to the underworld instead of staying in the human world, and even entangled Prince Jing?
Now that you have been exposed, I advise you to let Prince Jing go and return his soul to the underworld, otherwise don't blame me for being rude. "
The puppet soul not only refused to listen, but instead advised Ling Chu, "Girl, please stop meddling in my affairs. I will never leave Prince Jing."
Seeing that the exhortation failed, Ling Chu sighed.
Forget it, I have said too much and am exhausted.
Let's do it quickly. If we delay it any longer, if we get tired and faint, then we can play Dafa.
Ling Chu tied the bodhi whip back to his waist and slowly took out a simple rattle from his sleeve pocket.
Seeing the rattle, Taoist Priest Qingyang's expression changed.
What is the identity of this girl? Not only does she have a bodhi whip in her hand, but she also has a soul-calming bell.
When the ghost saw the rattle, she didn't know what it was, but her instinct as a puppet made her turn around and try to escape.
But how could Lingchu let her get her wish?
Knead the formula with the left hand, ring the bell with the right hand, chant the mantra in the mouth, and coordinate with the Tiangang step under the feet.
When the soul-suppressing bell rang, ordinary people would hear the sound as clear and crisp as the lingering sound, but the female puppet felt that her whole ghost was trembling and she had a splitting headache.
As the bell rang, Ling Chu's face gradually turned pale, but he could only grit his teeth and persist.
The power of the soul-suppressing bell was extraordinary, and the ghost turned around and wanted to escape.
Just as Ling Chu was about to take action, he found that Qingyang Dao had taken the lead and threw out a long rope to tie Prince Jing tightly.
"Monster, let's see where you run away!"
Ling Chu glanced at Taoist Priest Qingyang, said nothing, took out the ghost exorcism charm and photographed it on Prince Jing.
The female puppet instantly bounced out of Prince Jing's body.
Prince Jing rolled his eyes and fainted again.
The corner of Ling Chu's mouth twitched. This unfortunate prince had fainted several times today.
The female puppet left Prince Jing's body. Seeing Ling Chu stop the soul-suppressing bell, she turned around and wanted to escape.
Ling Chu took out a puppet rope and threw it away.
The female puppet was instantly tied up and unable to move.
Ling Chu breathed a sigh of relief, put away the soul-calming bell, and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
She was really exhausted.
The female puppet was full of evil spirits. If she hadn't been injured by Taoist Priest Qingyang's talisman earlier and was whipped with a bodhi whip by her, she might not have been able to restrain her so easily.
Ning Chuyi saw her face was pale, her forehead was covered with sweat, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she thought that her body was really bad.
Seeing that her son fainted again, Princess Jing could no longer control her worry and rushed towards him.
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