From the prototype, immortal - Chapter 1279

Jidian felt bad when he saw a man on the other side take out a straw man and then pricked the straw man with a finger-long needle.

This straw man is the medium in the witchcraft, used to carry the resentment and malice of the curser, and the silver needle is the key to trigger this power.

In the Eight Diagrams, the straw man symbolizes the Xun hexagram, representing the breath of the soul, light and changeable; and chanting corresponds to the Dui hexagram, symbolizing the power of words, which can touch the hidden energy between heaven and earth. Dui metal restrains Xun wood. Once the curse is successfully cast, the cursed person will often suffer from physical and mental damage and be miserable.

However, what confuses Jidian is that according to common sense, to cast this witchcraft, one must obtain the cursed person’s birth date, hair or blood as a trigger, so that the curse can be accurately and accurately cast on him.

This ancient evil technique originated from ancient times and has been passed down to this day. The principles and rituals behind it are often full of mystery and weirdness.

However, the black-robed man in front of him seemed to have not prepared anything extra except the straw man and the silver needle flashing with cold light in his hand. This made Ji Dian frown and even more confused.

Just as Ji Dian was thinking, something strange happened.

A reincarnationist standing next to him suddenly turned pale, as if his blood had been drained out. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his body trembled violently, as if he was suffering from unspeakable pain.

This scene came so suddenly that the people around were caught off guard and terrified. They retreated one after another, fearing that they would be contaminated with some ominous air.

Then, something even more bizarre happened.

The reincarnationist’s chest inexplicably cracked open a bloody hole, and the location was surprisingly consistent with the place where the straw man in the black-robed man’s hand was pierced by the needle, as if an invisible force had crossed the limitations of space and acted directly on him.

At the bloody hole, blood gushed out like a spring, staining his clothes red.

The expressions of the reincarnationists changed drastically. They had never seen such a powerful witchcraft.

This scene made the people around terrified and retreated one after another, while Ji Dian’s face changed drastically. He quickly stepped forward and took the injured reincarnationist into his arms.

He had established a connection with his golden body in his previous life. Ji Dian had the Dharma Eye. Although he could not see through everything like the Sky Eye, it was enough for him to see the critical situation of the reincarnationist at the moment.

The soul of the reincarnationist was suffering an unprecedented impact, as if it was tightly entangled by an invisible dark force and gradually lost its luster; and his body suffered substantial damage. A strange black gas emanated from the wound. It was the trace left by the witchcraft, which was constantly eroding his vitality.

Although his own magic power could not be used temporarily for some reason, Ji Dian did not panic.

Years of practice and a deep understanding of all things in the world have enabled him to master a variety of methods to deal with evil arts.

He looked at Master Fakong.

“Master, can I borrow your rosary?”

As the abbot of Guoqing Temple, a temple that enshrines his own golden body, the rosary on his body is not a treasure, but the long-term incense offerings and the abbot’s own chanting and blessing have made the rosary full of the power of Buddhism and the brilliance of compassion.

“Amitabha, all conditioned dharmas are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, dew, and lightning. You should view them in this way.”

Jidian recited the sutras while gently placing the rosary on the heart of the reincarnator.

As the sutras continued to be recited, the pain on the face of the reincarnator gradually eased, and the wound on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The dark power wrapped around his soul also slowly dissipated under the light of the rosary.

The people around were all amazed when they saw this.

They originally thought that Ji Dian could not do anything without magic power and a cattail leaf fan, but they did not expect that he had such a skill.

That’s right, after all, he was the Arhat who subdued the dragon and descended to the earth, and he must be clear about other aspects.

The witchcraft of the reincarnationist was broken, and his body shook. Without saying a word, he took out something. A baby’s skull came into view, and there was still blood on it that seemed to have not dried yet, which looked particularly eerie and terrifying.

Other people present, whether they were practitioners or ordinary people, couldn’t help but take a breath of cold air, and an indescribable fear surged in their hearts.

At this moment, a strange and weird cry suddenly sounded around. The sound was hollow and distant, as if it had crossed the boundaries of time and space and came from another world.

It was sometimes low and weeping, and sometimes sharp and whistling. It was like the wailing of humans, and it seemed to be mixed with an evil breath that did not belong to this world.

The sound echoed in the air, over and over again, and every echo made people’s hearts tighten involuntarily, as if they were tightly held by invisible hands.

People looked at each other, their eyes full of fear and confusion.

They had never heard this sound before, and they couldn’t imagine that there was such a terrifying sound that could hit the depths of people’s souls and make people despair.

Seeing this, the reincarnationist sneered, which was a kind of expectation and mockery of the impending disaster.

He waved his hand violently and threw the baby’s skull in his hand into the air.

The skull drew a strange arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground with a “bang”.

At the moment the skull fell to the ground, a suffocating cold air suddenly broke out, solidifying the surrounding air. Then, a deformed figure slowly rose from the skull and gradually condensed into shape.

It was a freak. Its appearance was no different from that of a newborn baby, but its skin was covered with countless tumors. Those tumors were twisted and deformed, like little faces struggling in pain, which was creepy.

The freak was also covered with white thorns, like thorns, which made people dare not look directly at it.

Its eyes were empty, and its eye sockets were black, as if they could swallow all the light.

Its nose was just two black holes, without any life. As soon as it landed, it immediately opened its empty eyes and looked around blankly, as if it was full of doubts and fears about this strange world.

Suddenly, it cried loudly, and the cry was extremely shrill, as if it contained endless sadness and despair. The sound was sharp and piercing, piercing the sky, making everyone present couldn’t help but cover their ears, trying to escape from the painful torture.

However, the cry seemed to have magic power, which could penetrate all obstacles and directly act on the human meninges, making people feel miserable.

Monk Ji Dian stood in the crowd, his expression became extremely serious, even angry.

He stared at the freak with his eyes, and slowly uttered two words: “Ghost fetus!”

Ghost fetus, this is an existence that makes all practitioners tremble with fear.