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The voice told it that killing would not bring liberation, and resentment would only lead to eternal damnation. Only by letting go could it find true peace.
The ghostly figure gradually ceased its howling. Two lines of black tears seemed to flow from its empty eye sockets.
It slowly knelt down, facing the golden light of Buddha.
This means that it has completely given up resistance and accepted the Buddhist teachings of salvation.
The moment the Yin Spirit knelt down, the clear water in the basin in front of Long Yan suddenly rippled violently. Wisps of black gas, thinner than a strand of hair, were slowly drawn from the palm print on Boss B's chest and then merged into the basin of water.
The originally clear water turned pitch black at a speed visible to the naked eye and emitted a foul stench.
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This is the Yin energy that has been lingering in Boss B's body for several days!
Meanwhile, in a dark room far away in Kowloon Walled City.
The gaunt sorcerer who was sitting cross-legged suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood! His face instantly turned as white as gold paper.
"No! My...my 'ghost child'!" he screamed in agony.
He could feel that the connection between himself and the "natal spirit" he had cultivated for decades had been completely severed by an irresistible and immense law!
This wasn't just a matter of his spell being broken; it was a piece of the very foundation of his cultivation being ripped away! This kind of damage was a hundred times more severe than the magical backlash that Isabella suffered!
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"Who...who is it?! Who can actually help my ghost child pass on?! This is impossible!" His eyes were filled with terror and resentment as he stared intently toward Hong Kong Island.
In the hospital ward, after the last wisp of black energy was drawn out of Boss B's body, Long Yan stopped chanting.
He opened his eyes, his gaze clear.
Looking at Boss B on the bed, the terrifying black palm print on his chest had miraculously disappeared, and his skin color had returned to normal. Although he was still extremely weak, the black aura on his face had completely faded, and his breathing had become steady and strong.
Long Yan picked up the basin of black, foul-smelling sewage, walked to the window, and splashed it out.
The moment the sewage came into contact with the sunlight, it evaporated completely with a "whoosh," leaving not a trace of water behind.
He turned around and calmly said to the crowd who had been guarding the door, "I have fulfilled my mission. Wu's soul has been put at peace and the evil aura has been dispelled. He only needs to rest and recuperate to recover."
Inside and outside the ward, there was a deathly silence.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the miraculous scene unfolding before them.
Zhang Ling's mouth gaped open, unable to close it for a long time. He muttered to himself, "No fighting, no killing, no driving away, no suppressing... just chanting sutras, and such a fierce evil spirit was exorcised... Is this... is this the 'compassion' of Buddhism? Goodness... it's far more powerful than my palm thunder..."
Chapter 150 Subduing the Big Boss B
Big Boss B's life was pulled back from the brink of death.
When Long Yan announced that the evil energy had been eliminated, a suppressed cheer erupted outside the ward. Chen Yao was so excited that tears streamed down his face, and he bowed deeply to Long Yan, almost kneeling down.
"I, Wu Zhixiong, will never forget the Master's kindness in giving me a second life!"
Just then, Boss B, lying in the hospital bed, slowly woke up. Although he was extremely weak, he was fully conscious. He looked at Long Yan standing by the bed, his eyes filled with complex gratitude and awe, and struggled to sit up.
"No need for formalities, Benefactor Wu. Just rest and recuperate." Long Yan reached out and gently pressed his hand down. A gentle Buddhist energy flowed in, instantly invigorating Boss B.
What happened next was a natural progression.
Chiang Tin-sang, the leader of the Hung Hing Society's "653" branch, personally called to express his sincerest gratitude to Lung Yan. He not only paid a huge sum of money—enough to renovate the Oolong Temple ten times—but also, in the name of the Hung Hing Society, issued an order to all underworld organizations in Hong Kong:
The Oolong Courtyard is considered the highest-ranking VIP residence of the Hung Hing Society. Anyone who dares to cause trouble within the Oolong Courtyard's territory is considered an enemy of the entire Hung Hing Society.
For a time, the status of Oolong Temple reached an unprecedented height in Hong Kong's underworld.
The Hung Hing Society launched a furious retaliation against Ugly Kun and the mysterious sorcerer. The entire underworld was engulfed in bloodshed as they searched for the two.
But all of this is no longer relevant to Long Yan.
Having settled his karmic ties with Boss B, Long Yan led everyone back to Wulong Temple, resuming their life of quiet cultivation. However, after experiencing so much, everyone understood that this peace was destined not to last.
On the way back, Zhang Ling was in a state of excitement and inner turmoil.
He then moved closer to Long Yan and asked curiously, "Hey, monk, how do you perform that method of deliverance? Could you teach me? I'll try it when I encounter vengeful ghosts in the future, so I don't have to go through all that trouble of summoning thunder every time."
A moment later, he muttered to himself, "No, no, Master said that demons harming people is against the principles of Heaven. They should be beaten to a pulp, never to be reincarnated! Compassion is for good people, not for bad guys!"
His contradictory state made the wise master beside him shake his head. He knew that Long Yan's method of "conversion," though seemingly peaceful, actually demanded extremely high levels of mental fortitude and Buddhist cultivation; it was true "superior Buddhism," something that couldn't be learned at will. Unintentionally, Long Yan's actions had planted a "seed of Daoist heart" in the heart of this Maoshan genius.
After returning to Wulong Temple, life returned to normal.
Zhang Ling stubbornly stayed behind, ostensibly to "exchange Buddhist and Taoist insights," but in reality, he either pestered Long Yan with questions every day or wandered aimlessly around Wulong Temple with a compass, seemingly surveying something.
Xiao Zhen's cultivation became increasingly steady. After witnessing Long Yan's process of converting the Yin spirits, her understanding of "power" deepened. She began to understand that power itself is neither good nor evil; what is truly terrifying is the "heart" that wields that power. She became even more determined to control the Heavenly Demon Qi, rather than be controlled by it.
However, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on.
Just three days after Boss B was discharged from the hospital, a piece of news once again shook the entire "inner world".
The source of the news was not Hong Kong, but Europe.
The highest council of the thirteen vampire clans—the Council of Prince Camarilla—issued a global announcement.
The announcement was simple: Princess Isabella de Valois of the Ventrue clan, one of the thirteen clans, had, through recklessness and incompetence in her actions in Asia, severely violated the Masquerade, exposed the existence of the Holy Ones, and posed an immeasurable potential threat to the entire clan. The Prince's Council had decreed that she be stripped of all powers in Asia and summoned back to the Forgotten Castle in Romania to undergo a hundred years of "eternal slumber."
Meanwhile, Parliament appointed another, older and more powerful prince—Vladimir, the "Shaper" from the Tzimisce—to take over all affairs in the Asian region and handle the "Hong Kong Golden Light Incident" with full authority.
This announcement struck like a thunderbolt, resounding in the hearts of all those who knew about it.
Upon receiving this news, the wise master's expression turned more grim than ever before.
"This is troublesome... This is a real problem." He said in a deep voice to everyone in the main hall.
"Uncle-Master, who is this Vladimir?" Long Yan asked.
The wise master took a deep breath and slowly said, "If the Ventura clan, to which Isabella belongs, are the 'royalties' and 'politicians' among vampires, adept at using power and wealth to infiltrate human society, then the Thorn Mystic clan, to which Vladimir belongs, are the 'scholars,' 'outcasts,' and 'terrifying artists' among vampires!"
"They have little interest in power struggles; their only obsession is 'shaping.' They can mold their own flesh and bones, as easily as clay, into the most terrifying and twisted monsters! They are the most evil and fearsome of all clans, and are even considered heretics by many vampires!"
Hearing this, Zhang Ling gasped in shock: "Holy crap, aren't they just a bunch of perverted scientists? The kind who use people as experimental subjects?"
“You could say that.” The Master of Wisdom’s gaze fell on Long Yan. “Isabella wanted your power to ‘replenish’ it, to make herself stronger at 2.2. But this Vladimir wants you, probably… to use you as the most perfect ‘work of art’ for his horrific ‘flesh-and-blood shaping’! He wants to study your body, to know the secrets of the Arhat’s Golden Body, and perhaps… even to mold you into his most perfect ‘masterpiece’!”
These words sent chills down the spines of everyone present.
An enemy who comes for power is manageable. But a twisted artist who enjoys researching and modifying you—that unknown terror is far more chilling than a direct attack.
The old enemy, Isabella, made a humiliating exit.
But what succeeded her was an even more dangerous, more bizarre, and more unpredictable terrifying being.
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Chapter 151 Actress Wang Xian'er is here!
The name Vladimir weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone in the Wulong Academy, like a heavy mountain.
Isabella's methods are a combination of overt and covert schemes, an intertwining of modern power and supernatural forces. This new "Shaper," however, poses a threat that is purer and more primal—a disregard for life and an extreme desire to control flesh and blood.
"Damn it, each one of them is more perverted than the last." Zhang Ling sat on the threshold of the main hall, took a big gulp of wine, and cursed, "One wants to eat you like 'Tang Monk's flesh,' and the other wants to dismantle you like 'Gundam.' Great monk, with your constitution, you really attract trouble wherever you go."
Uncle Da, who was listening nearby, was terrified. He secretly tugged at Long Yan's sleeve and whispered, "Boss, how about... we call the police and let them handle this?"
Upon hearing this, everyone wore a wry smile.
The wise master shook his head and sighed, "Uncle Da, this is no longer a field that ordinary police officers can get involved in. If it really blows up, it will probably attract more troublesome official secret agencies than Vladimir. At that time, Nephew Long Yan's situation will only become more complicated."
Just when everyone was at a loss, an unexpected visitor arrived at the door.
The visitor was Wang Xian'er.
Since her breakout role in "A Chinese Ghost Story III" in 2007, she has become one of the most sought-after female stars in Asia. Countless film offers and advertising endorsements have poured in, filling her schedule to the brim.
But today, she turned down all her work, didn't notify anyone, and quietly drove a low-key car to Wulongyuan alone.
She wore a simple white dress and had no makeup on, yet she was still incredibly beautiful.
However, her beautiful eyes held an undeniable weariness and worry.
"Dragon Flame..."
When she saw that familiar figure at the entrance of the main hall, all her pretense crumbled, and her eyes reddened slightly.
"Miss Wang, what brings you here?" Long Yan was also somewhat surprised to see her.
"I...I came to thank you, and also...to see you." Wang Xian'er's voice was a little choked. She had seen the negative reports about Wulong Academy on the news, and had also heard about the big moves of Hongxing Society in the underworld. Although she didn't know the specific dangers involved, she was very smart and could guess that Long Yan must have gone through unimaginable storms during this period.
"I'm fine." Long Yan's answer was always so simple and reassuring.
When Uncle Da saw Wang Xian'er, he immediately greeted her warmly: "Oh my, it's Miss Xian'er! Please come in, please come in! You are a great benefactor of our Wulong Temple, a big star!"
As he spoke, he nudged Long Yan with his elbow, a maternal smile spreading across his face. In his eyes, the two were a match made in heaven.
Wang Xian'er felt a little embarrassed by what Uncle Da said, and a blush rose on her face. She handed over a beautifully made food box she had brought: "Uncle Da, I heard that you had a hard time recently, so I specially... specially stewed some chicken soup for the chefs to nourish their bodies."
"Oh, Miss Xian'er, you're too kind! It's good that you've come, why bring anything else!" Uncle Da said, but his hands honestly took the food box. The aroma of the chicken soup made him swallow hard.
Wang Xian'er's arrival was like a breath of fresh air, dispelling the dull and oppressive atmosphere in the main hall.
She didn't ask about those supernatural things; she just sat quietly to the side, listening to Uncle Da excitedly recount Long Yan's "glorious deeds" (of course, an abridged version embellished by his artistic embellishment). Sometimes she would cover her mouth in surprise, sometimes she would look at Long Yan with worry, and sometimes she couldn't help but show an admiring gaze.
Although Long Yan didn't say much, his gaze frequently fell on her. This kind and beautiful girl was like the gentlest bright spot in his peaceful cultivation life.
However, such heartwarming moments are always fleeting.
Just as Wang Xian'er was about to take her leave, the compass that Zhang Ling had been keeping on the table suddenly hummed and vibrated slightly!
Zhang Ling's expression changed, and he immediately grabbed the compass. The needle on it was shaking violently, pointing down the mountain.
"Something's come up the mountain!" Zhang Ling said in a deep voice. "It's not demonic energy, nor ghostly energy, it's... a very strange aura, mixed with the smell of gunpowder and blood... a murderous aura!"
The Master of Wisdom and Long Yan also sensed it at the same time.
That murderous aura was pure, direct, and undisguised. The target was clear: Wulong Temple!
"Could it be that Vladimir who made the move?" Uncle Da asked in alarm.
“No.” Long Yan shook his head. His senses were more acute than Zhang Ling’s. “This aura isn’t coming for me. Or rather, it’s not entirely aimed at me.”
His gaze fell on Wang Xian'er beside him.
Just then, Wang Xian'er's cell phone rang urgently.