C2952 The Monk(3)
C2952 The Monk(3)
"They... they've been attacked by evil spirits, and that's why we're so determined to help them get rid of them, or their lives will be in danger."
The middle-aged monk was still speaking with certainty, saying that he was doing good for Yuan Yue and the others.
"Get rid of the Evil Fatal Energy? Fine. Since you said so, why don't you get rid of the evil qi in their bodies right now? Why do you have to take them away? After all, it is such an urgent situation. Shouldn't we save them right away?] Why do you still want to take them away?"
Shang Yun continued to question. The anger in her voice was almost uncontrollable.
"This... How can this baleful aura be dispelled so easily?"
The middle-aged monk was obviously a veteran of the world, and after a moment of panic at being suddenly interrupted, he quickly calmed down and spoke the words he had prepared and memorized.
"If it leaves the body, it will continue to seek another host. There are so many people in the tavern; Wouldn't I save the two ladies and hurt the two of them? I am a merciful monk. How could I do such a reckless thing?"
The middle-aged monk seemed to be very confident.
"Ah? The evil spirit will find another host? That's too scary!"
"Yes, yes. Fortunately, these masters did not do anything here. Otherwise, wouldn't we be in trouble?"
"That's right. I don't think these masters are bad people. Did this young man misunderstand?"
When the people in the tavern heard the words of the middle-aged monk, they couldn't help but start to discuss. Most of them chose to believe the three men dressed like monks.
"Misunderstanding? Humph!"
Shang Yun snorted.
"That Psychedelic Curse... Who put it on the two of them?"
He lowered his head slightly and raised his eyes. He stared at the middle-aged monk and asked with a sinister expression.
"What... what? Psychedelic Curse? How did you... how did you..."
The middle-aged monk was scared. He didn't think that his Psychedelic Curse would be discovered. Not everyone knew about this psychedelic spell, and there were very few people who could use it. If someone knew about this ancient and evil psychedelic spell, they would definitely be an old man. However, this young man in front of him actually knew about psychedelic spells. This was beyond his expectations.
Shang Yun, of course, knew that he had not misunderstood anything, because from the moment he had entered the tavern, he had sensed that someone was casting a psychedelic spell. At first, he had not known that the spell was used on Yuan Yue and the others.
He saw that Yuan Yue and Shuqing were being pestered by three men who didn't look like decent monks at all, and then they got up obediently to leave with them. That was why he immediately stopped them from leaving.
The average person might not know what the psychedelic spell was, or what it was used for, but those who knew the spell would know how terrifying it was. Psychedelic spells were usually used in larger and more serious cases. This was because a large portion of those who were proficient in psychedelic spells would instigate others to commit murder and arson.
Imagine that if a man had a great hatred for another and had to get rid of that hatred, he could use the psychedelic spells he knew to control a man who had nothing to do with his enemies. He could make him kill, he could make him set fire, he could make him do anything he wanted! The relationship between being used and being used was horrible.
A man, for instance, might wake up to find himself standing in a pile of corpses, covered with blood, his face covered with blood. Any normal person would have been scared out of his wits.
The three monks had put such an ancient psychedelic curse on Yuan Yue and Shu Qing. It was definitely not because they wanted to get rid of the two girls' evil qi, but because they had other intentions.
"How could I? Why couldn't I? Psychedelic Curse is an extremely ancient spell, and very few people know how to use it, so a lot of ordinary cultivators don't know about it, right? Is that what you want to say?"
Shang Yun relaxed as he looked at the middle-aged monk's expression. He knew that he had hit the nail on the head.
"But you deserve to be unlucky. Although this psychedelic curse is almost lost, I do know how to use it."
While speaking, Shang Yun suddenly attacked the timid young monk beside the middle-aged monk.
He first took out his dagger, intending to cut a wound on the young man's hand. Unfortunately, this young monk wasn't someone to be trifled with. He raised a hand to block Shang Yun's attack. The other hand was about to counterattack Shang Yun. However, he did not expect that Shang Yun was already prepared. The Spirit Power in his body was like an agile rope that suddenly climbed onto the young man's wrist. Shang Yun took advantage of the situation and pulled, causing the young monk to stagger forward. When he came back to his senses, his palm had already been cut open by Shang Yun, and blood was flowing out.
Without waiting for the other two monks to react, Shang Yun took out a blank piece of talisman paper from his pocket. Then the young monk's blood drew a spell on it.
He saw that the young monk's eyes were dull, and he seemed to be oblivious to the outside world's influence and stimulus. It was as if his soul had been sucked out of him.
"Now, walk out of the tavern and onto the street, and then..."
At this moment, Shang Yun suddenly sneered. He stared at the young monk with an indescribable cold light in his eyes. The ordinary people were all shocked.
"Go and commit suicide!"
As soon as Shang Yun's words left his mouth, everyone present covered their mouths in shock. Even the middle-aged monk and the other young monk opened their mouths in surprise, as if they had not expected Shang Yun to do such a thing.
Chapter 3 - Shang Yun