Master Liu's teeth were chattering and his clothes were completely soaked with sweat. In the blazing summer heat, he couldn't feel the heat at all. Instead, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"Evil, evil!"
The good believer didn't answer, but sighed softly and said, "It's the devil."
"Evils are in power and people's hearts are poisoned. Who can cure it? Master, can you do it?"
The believer's eyes seemed to contain a kind of expectation, but Master Liu had no way to answer him.
The good believer dimmed his eyes and said: "Master, I'm going to take my leave now. I'll come back to see you tomorrow at this time. You can rest assured, I'm not here to harm you in front of the emperor."
Master Liu saw with his own eyes that the believer's face seemed to have changed and then changed back, as if he had just woken up from a dream. He looked at the tables and chairs that had fallen to the ground and asked, "Master, what's going on?"
The breath that sent chills down Master Liu's spine left, and Master Liu finally caught his breath.
Looking at this bewildered believer, Master Liu did not feel relaxed, but felt even heavier.
The person who took the incarnation of this good faith, which may not be a human being, foretells Master Liu's death, and also brings this sense of disaster that is approaching.
Master Liu's heart beat uncontrollably, giving him a sense of powerlessness and fate that he could not resist or escape.
The old mage is not a person who believes in fate.
Even if it was fate, his life should not be taken away by others. His life had long been entrusted to the emperor.
The old mage took two deep breaths and said, "Good Faith, you have just been possessed."
The believer suddenly showed a look of horror on his face, and his whole body was shaking, and he said: "They are here to ask for their lives, they are here to ask for their lives."
"Calm down!" Master Liu shouted sullenly and said, "With the emperor's protection, who can harm you?"
The scorching sun shines outside the window, and the outside and inside seem to be two worlds.
Noon on the second day.
The gate of Fuji Temple is closed and no longer receives pilgrims.
In the Emperor's Palace, Master Liu and his two disciples surrounded the devotees, and the palace door was closed tightly.
The believer looked uneasy and said, "Will he really come?"
Master Liu said: "If he dares to come, let him come before the emperor and never come back. If he dares not come, it shows that there is nothing to worry about."
The believer felt that it made sense, and his pale face and black eyes relaxed and he felt comforted.
Master Liu stood ready, and the ravine on his face became deeper and deeper. After three days of nightmares, the old Master's already yellow face became even more sallow, and his eyes were green and purple, making him look more majestic and more fearful.
Of course, the two most feared disciples were Huaizhong and Huaiyi.
It's not like the two apprentices have never seen Master Liu angry, but today's anger is completely different from before.
The good believer could not sleep well at night. He sat in the emperor's palace and smelled the reassuring aroma in the palace, and felt drowsy.
He sat on the futon, his head suddenly lowered, nodded, and then raised it again.
When Master Liu saw him dozing off, he shouted: "Don't sleep, it will be more dangerous if you fall asleep."
The believer then raised his head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I didn't fall asleep."
Master Liu's face suddenly darkened. He looked at the devotee. The young man's eyes had a faint brilliance. He was not as tired and listless as in the past when he could not sleep for a long time. His appearance was still the same, but it always made people feel He doesn't look exactly the same as before.
Huaizhong and Huaiyi were excited, rolled over, picked up the magic sword, and pointed it at the good believer.
When he spoke, his voice was already different from before.
Master Liu was wearing a robe and painting Bagua, and wearing a thunder scarf, brocade yin and yang, stood up from the futon, and vaguely thought about the statue of the emperor. His divine power was like a mountain, and he was not angry.
"How dare you come!"
Master Liu is holding a magical sword, and the sword is already covered with divine power.
The believer slowly stood up and looked around, and saw huge yellow cloth hanging on the four walls, doors and windows of the Emperor's Palace, with spells drawn on it.
On the green bricks at the feet, a huge magic circle is depicted.
Master Liu has devoted all his efforts, capital, and energy to the magic circle to exorcise evil spirits and subjugate demons, and to trap this good believer in it.
But the believer just laughed and said: "You must hope that I can come more than if I don't come."
Master Liu shouted: "You are a ghost, you are occupying the human body, and you are confusing me with your evil words. What are your intentions?"
The good believer said quietly: "You still don't believe it."
He looked at Master Liu, smiled suddenly, and said: "No, you believe it. You know what I said is true, but you are afraid, you have fear in your heart."
"You didn't set up the formation and draw the talismans to surrender me. You just wanted to be lucky, thinking that except for me, you would not meet the fate of death."
"Master, your heart is not strong and your mind is unstable."
Master Liu was furious, pointed his sword to the sky, and recited a spell.
"I sincerely return to my ancestors, seeking relief from suffering in the world, no lingering illness, and the support of Tranquil Heaven."
When the Dharma sword points to the sky, it catches the celestial sign and flies towards him. The sword energy is invisible and approaches the good believer's face.
The good believer swayed slightly and disappeared in front of Master Liu. The spell circle could not trap him at all, allowing him to come and go freely.
The sword energy flew through the air, but hit nothing.
Huaizhong and Huaiyi joined Master Liu, chanting mantras, and flew forward with swords to stab the believer.
"Twelve branches, ten stems, and twenty-eight hosts. When the Goddess and the Jade Girl heard this, they all descended upon me."
The believer suddenly leaned back to avoid their magical swords, then stretched out his hand, and the two of them smashed against the wall. With a cry of pain, the magical swords fell out of their hands.
Master Liu's spell has been connected.
"The sword shines with its own light, killing monsters and dare not stop them. The gourd stores the elixir to save ordinary people from suffering."
Master Liu came with a sword, and the divine power on the emperor's statue fell on him, making him seem to be indestructible. His whole body was shining with light, and the sword was bright and pierced the chest and abdomen of the believer.
The good believer stretched out his hands, closed them suddenly, and clamped the magic sword in his palms.
There was also light in his palm, and the sword light was held against it, so that it could not hurt his palm.
Master Liu's mind was greatly shaken. He was already very capable of wielding a sword with his bare hands, but the power of the magic sword was borrowed from the statue of the emperor. How could he resist it?
"Prisons, shackles, disasters, water, fire and pestilence, swords and soldiers, dangers and dangers on the road."
Master Liu held swords in both hands, with divine power added to his body, and kept uttering spells in his mouth, pushing the believer back continuously.
The good believer kept retreating and retreated to the wall. He actually walked backwards and upright against the wall, like a big spider, unable to fall.
He stretched out his hand, and Master Liu's magic sword was empty again. It pierced the wall and made a hole.
The believer turned over in the air and landed behind Master Liu, unscathed.
"All the sufferings are lingering, hereby turn into earth, come at any time when you think of it, send me auspicious stars to help."
Master Liu clapped his palm backwards, and in a trance, it seemed as if the statue of the emperor was reaching for his palm, and a strong wind hit the believer's face.
There was a sudden roar, like thunder!
(End of chapter)
