Creepy, cruel, cold, vicious... all negative emotions can be found in it.
"Is this evil..."
Su Ping looked at the scene in his mind, his thoughts fluctuating slightly.
As soon as the scream sounded, talent followed suit and was automatically injected into his brain, causing him to react and see his eyes raised.
However, he only saw it.
Time was not stagnant, it was just slowed down countless times in his consciousness.
His body simply cannot have the response ability to match it.
Not to mention avoiding it, he couldn't even turn his head and see the evil spirit with his own eyes.
"Are you going to die?"
Su Ping was a little confused.
Although the outside world was countless times slower, his consciousness had been thinking for a long, long time.
However, with Shu Yan's speed that was comparable to thunder, he really couldn't think of any way to avoid this disaster.
"Are you really going to die..."
Su Ping murmured.
Unexpectedly, he had just left the Duke's Mansion and had not had time to go to Dongzhou to show off his ambitions, but he would die in such a ghost place.
Died by the evil hand that suddenly jumped out...
How come I am a time-traveler, but I am getting worse and worse, almost losing my life?
Where does this come from?
A wave of unwillingness surged into my heart.
Su Ping's consciousness began to fluctuate violently.
In this situation, if he doesn't calm down quickly, he will probably exit the state where the talent enters his mind in the next moment, and then... there will be no more...
However, Su Ping did not suppress the unwillingness in his heart, but instead added fuel to the flames, inciting all the frustrations he had after traveling through time.
There is really no choice but to die.
At least change it!
Just like that, Su Ping's consciousness quickly became manic.
All the unwillingness piled up and turned into determination.
In the mist space, the Sacred Heart Pen and the other two mists seemed to feel Su Ping's determination, echoing his consciousness.
The blue light of the Sacred Heart pen flows.
Two masses of mist surged like tides.
The next moment, the talent enters the brain and ends!
Click~!
The screams continued, and suddenly there was a sound of bones twisting.
Su Ping's neck twisted without warning, allowing him to look directly at the evil spirit!
Not only that!
His body swelled with air and turned into a burly man more than ten feet tall.
The clothes have long been torn to pieces, and the explosive muscles are exposed, covered with dense purple lines, which are very mysterious.
A pen tip emerged from the tip of Su Ping's index finger, driving his right hand to stab the vertical eye fiercely!
And all of this is accomplished within one millionth of a breath!
Bo~!
Like a bubble bursting, with a soft sound, the vertical eye exploded!
——Bah!
The sharp neighing pierced the night sky with endless viciousness, and the pattering autumn rain stopped for a moment before disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Only then did Su Ping see the bald head clearly, and the bald head also saw him clearly.
Su Ping maintained his pointing gesture.
The bald man didn't know when he arrived at Su Ping's side. At this time, his right hand was holding a seal high, and the five fingers of his left hand were clasped inwards. There were traces of evil black smoke escaping from it.
And under his feet and where he was sitting cross-legged, there was a golden 'swastika' slowly rotating.
"..."
The two looked at each other in silence.
Ga~ga~
A black crow flew over the temple.
"Can you kill this thing?"
Su Ping asked.
"The poor monk found it in Feng'an Mansion and chased it all the way here to get rid of the demon."
Baldhead answered.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Su Ping asked again.
"The poor monk said that the rain will stop soon."
Baldhead answers again.
Su Ping: "You..."
"What?"
"damn it……"
After barely squeezing out the last few words, Su Ping rolled his eyes and fell down.
Baldhead quickly went to help him.
By the time he caught Su Ping, Su Ping's body had returned to normal human size, but blood began to ooze from every pore all over his body.
In the blink of an eye, the fine blood beads turned into a tight-fitting garment, completely wrapping the clean Su Ping.
The bald man's expression changed drastically, and he quickly checked on Su Ping's condition.
After a while, the bald man breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Su Ping looked terrifying, he seemed to be close to death.
But in fact, all the bones in the body are intact, only the skin and flesh have densely packed small wounds, like cow hair, all over the body.
There is basically no cure for this kind of injury in the folk world, but Buddhist and Taoist methods can just cure it.
However, recovery will take a very long time.
"The poor monk accepts your contribution on behalf of the Buddha, and saves you from the sea of suffering on behalf of the Buddha. This is cause and effect."
The bald man chanted the Buddha's name, laid Su Ping flat on the ground, and sat in lotus position, reciting the sutra.
"The seventh immortal who is self-returning and capable of benevolence, and whose speech is the sage's unparalleled path."
"Eternally in the long river of life and death, the World Honored One is here to save you."
"Honored Elder Kassapa and all the monks, the sage Ananda Wuliangwen..."
As the supreme sutras of Buddhism and Taoism were recited, the bald man's body began to glow with a faint golden light.
Different from the purity of Confucianism and Taoism, this kind of golden light has a solemn flavor, which makes people feel awe and admiration.
When the golden light was intense, the bald man stretched out one palm and pressed it towards Su Pingling.
The golden light that shrouded his body began to surge into his palms, and then turned into tiny light spots and scattered down.
This is the power of the golden body of Buddhism. As long as Su Ping absorbs these light spots, the wounds on the body surface will be tightened and repaired, and there will no longer be the danger of death from blood loss.
However, although those light spots fell, they did not sink into Su Ping's body.
It was as if there was an invisible barrier blocking the penetration of light spots.
"This is……"
The bald man was surprised and pressed his palm down.
Without any real contact, the bald palm successfully passed through the invisible barrier.
The golden light that originally covered his palms was blocked out like those light spots and retreated to his wrists.
This strange scene stunned the bald man.
After so many years in Buddhism, this was the first time he had seen such a situation.
"Buddha's abandoned body?"
The bald man chuckled, then immediately denied it, "Buddha is Buddha, why should we give up or not give up? I think... it has something to do with that scene."
Su Ping's transformed appearance appeared in his mind.
Based on his state of mind, he could naturally tell that that state was not created by Su Ping himself, but more like being possessed by something.
It's said to be a monster, but it doesn't look like it at all.
Whether it's the pen tip, the swollen body, or the purple runes, they all appear majestic and majestic, and it's obviously a serious approach.
"The right path..."
An idea suddenly appeared in Guang's mind, and he was instantly filled with shock: "Three paths merge!!!"
Pen, body, talisman!
Isn’t this the embodiment of Confucianism, Wushu and Xuandao?!
"Yes!"
The bald head retracted his palm, and the golden light surrounding his body also dissipated, "The pen is Confucianism, the body is martial arts, and the talisman is Xuan..."
Looking at Su Ping again, his eyes had become extremely serious.
He didn't know why the confluence of the three realms would happen to a young man who had just stepped into the first realm of Confucianism, Taoism and Martial Arts.