Chapter 4 Assassination

  I didn't even think about what kind of monsters would appear at first.

  But then I thought about how I had watched the old footage from decades ago again, and re-watched Poltergeist from start to finish. And then it made sense in my heart!

  Liu Buji's heart skipped a beat, and his meditation was instantly disrupted. Freddy's shadow existed for a moment in the Qingyang Divine Lamp before dispersing.

  Zhen Yangzi didn't ask Liu Bu Yi what kind of ghost he had thought of, but instead told him: "You go and practice this mantra until you're familiar with it. When the enemy comes, use the mantra to plant the ghost you imagined into their mind."

  Liu Buji responded with a "yes", and now he understood. This technique was to use the ghostly images in his mind, borrowing the power of the Qingyang Spirit Lamp, to instill fear and chaos into the enemy's soul. It was a rather formidable external Taoist technique!

  He went down and began to concentrate his mind again, imagining Buddha appearing. In the light of the lamp in front of him, he slowly appeared.

  At first, he was still a bit stiff and didn't move. But as Liu Bei's thoughts deepened, Fledy began to make various movements.

  Ordinary people who have not undergone spiritual training are fundamentally unable to engage in visualization and contemplation. Even if an image is placed right in front of them, they can't help but look at it constantly, close their eyes, and clearly visualize the image in their mind's eye; this is also impossible for them.

  Only in Liu Bu-yi, entering the door of Taoist cultivation, various Taoist rituals and ceremonies also cannot be done without storing thoughts and observing imagination.

  Furthermore, with the vivid images in the movie, Freddie becomes even more lifelike and dynamic.

  "Alright, alright. No need to practice anymore!" Zhen Yangzi was also secretly shocked, not expecting Liu Buji's talent to be so good that he could grasp the ghostly vision so clearly in such a short time.

  It seems that the method of quiet sitting in Confucianism also has a wonderful use!

  Zhen Yangzi said: "Take a rest first, if you keep thinking and imagining, it will consume your spirit. If you exhaust your spirit, when the enemy comes later, you won't be able to help!"

  Liu did not seem satisfied and responded with a single word: "Yes!"

  Chen Yangzi encouraged him with a couple more sentences and chatted casually for a bit. But at this moment, Chen Yangzi's face changed: "He's here!"

  Liu was startled in his heart, but it took a full two or three minutes. Then he heard the faint rumbling sound, like thunder.

  They didn't know that they were in the deepest part of the prison. There had been no sound coming from outside all along, and now this sudden noise naturally made Liu's face change color.

  Nor did I know how many enemies there were?

  "You demon of the Qingyang Sect! Your affair has been exposed, don't think that hiding in this great prison will save you from our blades. You actually dare to rebel and escape from prison, it's only a matter of time before you're caught. Come out quietly now? My brothers will give you a quick death!"

  The sound is loud and clear. In this narrow prison, the thunder-like roar keeps reverberating.

  But then Zhen Yangzi coldly laughed and didn't respond, instead saying to Liu Bu Yi: "These guys have finally delivered themselves to our doorstep, let's kill them all and we can leave!"

  Liu Bu-yi was worried in his heart, this is the power of hard resistance against the government! In any place where a government can establish a solid rule, there is enough military force to suppress any personal power.

  This is the cornerstone of the regime!

  He was lost in thought when he saw Zhenyangzi Zhang spit towards the Qingyang divine lamp.

  The brilliant light of the Qingyang Divine Lamp illuminated everything, revealing a circular glow that allowed for a clear view of the surroundings of the haunted mansion. It was as if it were an aerial shot, or perhaps a computer-generated transparent diagram. Enemies from all directions could be seen clearly.

  Only in front, but dressed as many officials, holding bows and arrows and swords, had already rushed into the ghost mansion. Just looking at the hands, there were fifty or sixty people.

  Behind them, vaguely visible, were another one or two hundred regular troops, their formation dense and severe, with arrows and crossbows aimed at the prison gate.

  It's just strange that among the circular light, these people appeared with a layer of light around their silhouettes. Roughly divided, they were actually separated into white and green colors, only differing in intensity!

  Liu Bu-yi had not yet figured out what the glows represented when he heard Zhen Yang-zi's sword finger snap, pointing to a point in the circular glow: "Kill!"

  He walked a little further in the direction where there were more people. The circular light suddenly flashed. In the gloomy prison, countless cold winds howled.

  Innumerable years of wronged souls who died in the great prison, but were suppressed by the prison god, all let out a shrill cry and rushed out.

  "Is this a real ghost caught by Master, or just an illusion?" Liu couldn't help but wonder in his heart. As for the methods of the true Yangzi, he felt extremely admiring.

  But then I thought, these are just yamen runners, but they're nothing more than ordinary people. Seeing this kind of situation, if you don't die from fright, you'll at least be scared shitless and piss your pants.

  Who would have thought that these yamen could emit a brilliant light, and the red and white glow on their bodies suddenly burst out, expanding three to five times in an instant. With a swing of their weapons, they beheaded the nearby ghosts and monsters, killing them instantly.

  Zhen Yangzi just smiled slightly and said to Liu Buji, "This great prison has been the darkest place in the world since ancient times. Countless years have passed, and I don't know how many innocent ghosts have died here. Originally, there was a prison god suppressing it, and no major chaos would occur. Now that the prison god has been killed by me..."

  Liu was impressed in his heart, it turned out that Zhen Yangzi had long been planning and was not just a reckless hero.

  "He asked: 'Master, why didn't those prison guards capture these fierce ghosts?'"

  "This is the essence of a mortal warrior's cultivation, and it's no different from my own Daoist practices. As long as one is strong enough, they can still slay ghosts and monsters!" Zhen Yangzi looked calm and even had the mood to explain this to Liu Bu.

  Liu Buji watched silently, and indeed it was so. He couldn't help but ask: "Master, on top of their heads there is a bit of white light with black color, what is that?"

  Zhen Yangzi praised: "Not bad, you look carefully. These are official airs. The white ones are just ordinary yamen attendants, and the black ones are formal yamen attendants. What is called a 'yamen attendant' refers to this!"

  Green red soap white, soap is black!

  As they spoke, the yamen runners began to suffer casualties. Despite their high morale, the ghosts and monsters just kept coming, constantly pouncing on them. In the end, someone made a mistake and was attacked from behind by a half-hidden, seemingly tongue-like ghost with an extremely long body.

  The fiery glow on his body suddenly dimmed as if doused with cold water.

  Then he desperately clutched his own throat, his tongue stretched out very long, gradually suffocating, his face turned purple, and he fell to the ground and couldn't get up.