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This item is destined to be mine! Zuo Ci reached out.
Mazongba's expression darkened. "Cao Juan Ren, you jest. This A Jie Drum is my life’s treasure; it has nothing to do with you!"
"Is that so?" Zuo Ci brushed his sleeves and smiled. "Are you saying that the mage does not wish to form a good relationship with me?"
Mazongba's black-brown skin twitched. This guy was no longer hiding his intentions. If it really came to blows, his fate would likely not be any better than that of Huang Xian.
He was not afraid of death. What he feared was that this guy would set up another Shiki borrowing life scheme, torturing him to the point where death seemed preferable.
A battle raged within him, and sweat dripped from Mazongba's forehead. The Tibetan Vajrayana was always domineering in their actions, but after encountering the ruthless methods of Zuo Ci, he could only say he had no temper left.
With a light sigh, Mazongba threw the A Jie Drum to Zuo Ci and coldly snorted, "The mountain doesn’t turn, but the water does. Cao Juan Ren, we shall meet again!"
Having had his life’s treasure forcibly taken, Mazongba naturally had no face to stay here. With a flick of his sleeve, he unhappily walked away.
"Are you threatening me?" Zuo Ci squinted and smiled.
Mazongba felt a chill run down his back. His face turned pale. "Cao Juan Ren, do not go too far!"
Zuo Ci feigned difficulty. "Heaven rewards the virtuous; no one has entrusted me with a task, so I cannot recklessly create killing sins. You see!"
Mazongba gritted his teeth tightly, silently watching Zuo Ci. He feared this guy would strike from behind.
"Help me kill him; I am willing to be refined for you!" The A Jie Drum shook, and a sinister-looking ghost emerged from within the drum, speaking coldly.
"This does not count as a commission!" Zuo Ci sneered. "You have seen my methods; making things difficult for me is just asking for trouble!"
I am Shuang Yin Ling. This Lama has skinned both my sister and me to create this cursed drum. If I insist on making things difficult, even if you shatter my soul, I will not let you achieve your desires!
The female ghost's expression remained calm. Zuo Ci pondered for a moment and then agreed. Cao Juan Ren, do you dare? Mazongba was greatly alarmed. This fellow was indeed as the legends described—eccentric and untrustworthy.
I’m sorry, but someone has offered me a tempting price, so I can only inconvenience the Matsongba Master! Zuo Ci sneered. With a flick of his sleeve, three Human Face ghosts clawed their way out.
At such close range, Mazongba could see clearly. The Three Human-Faced Ghosts were dripping with blood and viscera, their Yin Qi thick and suffocating.
Human Head Attached Child God! Mazongba trembled in fear: such a vile entity—one Exorcist could barely refine one with all their blood and essence; how could you possibly create seven?
Wrong! Zuo Ci laughed: Today, I am showing kindness, teaching you a lesson on behalf of your master. This is called the Nine-Faced Nightmare Attached Child God.
To refine this entity, I spent an entire year searching for those whose lifespans were depleted, beginning to borrow life to transform the Exorcist's essence. I still couldn’t complete it; today’s Shuang Yin Ling will serve to complement my Spell.
This Nine-Faced Nightmare Attached Child God is a forbidden technique from Xiang Tou Shu. It was also created by the ancestor of Nanyang Sorcerers as an alternative to the Flying Head technique, which is easily destroyed by sunlight.
The Spell originally required the souls of nine Tong Boys with solitary Yin characteristics. Zuo Ci made improvements; the materials for nine solitary Yin Tong Boys were exceedingly hard to find, and killing innocent lives to refine Evil Arts is an act of wickedness.
Zuo Ci prided himself on his Bodhisattva Heart; how could he stoop to that? Instead, he sought out those older Exorcists. When an Exorcist's lifespan wanes, they often disguise themselves as fortune tellers and set up stalls in bustling markets to tell fortunes.
This is essentially about finding the right Chen Ba Zi for oneself. Once found, one can begin to employ the Demonic Possession Technique to seize control of their flesh. This explains why Zuo Ci's Nine-Faced Nightmare Attached Child God displays such contradictory expressions of youth and age simultaneously.
An Exorcist seeks a Tong Boy with a pure Yin Ba Zi. He looks for an Exorcist, as cultivating as an Exorcist inevitably involves some Yin energy. Every search yields results. Mazongba no longer begs for mercy, knowing that Zuo Ci intends to snatch his treasure. He chants solemnly: Om Mani Padme Hum! A wave of distorted Black Buddha Light erupts, pushing away the Three Human-Faced Ghosts like flames.
Vajrayana emphasizes the importance of true essence. They believe the human body has seven shackles that need to be broken one by one, a cultivation method known as Breaking the Wheel Method. These shackles are referred to as Chakras in Vajrayana scriptures. The seven Chakras are: Root Chakra, Zhi Lun, Navel Chakra, Heart Wheel, Throat Chakra, Eyebrow Chakra, and Crown Chakra.
They need to employ the Visualization Method. With each cycle broken, they must cultivate a divine avatar within the wheel pulse to enhance their magical power. However, at this moment, Mazongba has likely just opened his Root Chakra, allowing him to sense the Ling Qi of heaven and earth. If he were to open his Throat Chakra, he could visualize Vajrapani and speak spells at will. A simple incantation could repel demons.
A faint orange halo appears behind Mazongba's head, within which the ethereal image of the Thousand-Handed Bodhisattva flickers. This is the manifestation of Thousand-Handed Avalokiteshvara. It is said that this Guanyin Bodhisattva has a thousand hands and faces to guide beings between heaven and earth, aiding all Vajrayana Lamas in breaking their Root Chakra.
The deity he cherished most in his meditations was now before him.
Zuo Ci, endowed with the innate ability to pierce through illusions, cast a cold smile at Mazongba. Behind him, the Thousand-Handed Avalokiteshvara wept blood from its eye sockets, and the hands extending from its back were as red as raw flesh, resembling grotesque tumors. The nerves and veins bulged grotesquely, like writhing tentacles, exuding a sinister aura.
"Abomination!" Mazongba's voice thundered, echoing like a clap of thunder. The Black Swastika Buddha Seal surged toward Zuo Ci's Heavenly Spirit Cover.
Zuo Ci twisted his neck, producing a series of cracking sounds. He tore off his long robe, revealing a muscular physique.
Gu Du! Gu Du!
Suddenly, his body began to sprout one terrifying ghostly face after another. Blood-red pupils and gaping maws emerged from his flesh.
Indeed, it was Zuo!
Mazongba felt a surge of fear: you actually nurture evil with your own body!
As the Black Buddha Seal was about to descend upon his crown, a strange sound erupted.
Zuo Ci's flesh twisted and writhed behind him. An aged yet youthful face appeared, tearing open a massive bloody mouth that extended forcefully from Zuo Ci's back. Like a serpent, it crushed the Black Swastika Buddha Seal.
Shi Ling!
Mazongba swallowed hard. Such a malevolent entity could devour everything, including spells.
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