The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 32 Monk Yuanzhi Captures Demons

Hearing his confident tone, the villagers perked up and hurriedly asked, "Master, is there anything we can do for you?"

Monk Yuanzhi shook his head: "You don't need to do anything, just wait."

As he spoke, he rummaged through his aunt's house, found a few things, and then pulled the deceased's son out, telling the others not to follow.

The two arrived at an old peach tree, and the monk Yuanzhi asked the young man, "Are you brave?"

This young man, named Xiaoyong, had parents who were always prone to fighting. Now, with his family gone and both his parents deceased, he was completely numb and knew nothing of fear. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not even afraid of death!"

The monk Yuanzhi asked, "Do you want to avenge your parents?"

"Of course I want to!" Xiao Yong nodded vigorously. "Master, what do you need me to do? Just tell me!"

Monk Yuanzhi took out a small mirror, three large steel needles for sewing burlap sacks, and a yellow paper talisman, and handed them to Xiaoyong, saying in a low voice, "I'll teach you a method, but whatever you do, never let anyone know!"

Xiao Yong nodded: "Okay!"

"Listen carefully! Tonight, hang this small mirror above your parents' bedside, light an oil lamp under it, and place a yellow paper talisman under the lamp. Sit on the edge of the bed and chant three times: 'Under the ancient Buddha's lamp, vanquish the demon, Om Mani Padme Hum!' Then, take a steel needle and lie down on the bed to sleep. When you get up at night, go outside and walk straight ahead. At the end of the road, there is a river. Throw the steel needle into the river and turn around to go home. Remember this! No matter who speaks to you on the way, do not pay attention to them or turn around! You must be home before the lamp goes out! Do this for three days, and the demon will surely die!"

Monk Yuanzhi was also extremely nervous. He had seen this method in a Buddhist scripture, but he didn't know if it was reliable. As long as he didn't have to do it himself, it was fine. He added, "You can't be careless at all, or you'll die too!"

Xiao Yong thought it was some kind of method and said, "That's easy! I'll definitely listen to the master!"

After the two made their agreement, Monk Yuanzhi returned to his aunt's house, where he waited anxiously.

Speaking of Xiaoyong, when he returned home, he first burned paper money for his parents. After washing up in the evening, following the instructions of Monk Yuanzhi, he hung a mirror, lit a lamp, laid out yellow paper talismans, and then sat by the bed and recited the mantra three times: "Under the ancient Buddha lamp, I vanquish the demons, Om Mani Padme Hum!"

After finishing, I clutched a steel needle and fell asleep. I don't know how much time passed, but I thought, "That's it!" The master only told me to get up in the middle of the night, go out, and walk forward, but he didn't say when, whether it was the first or second half of the night.

He hurriedly left the house with the steel needle in his hand, intending to ask the monk Yuanzhi for advice. After taking only a few steps, he found himself on a straight dirt road, with no village or shop in sight. He didn't know how he had gotten here. He paused for a moment, gritted his teeth, and decided not to look for the master anymore. He would just do it this way.

The road was dark, and Xiao Yong was alone. As he walked, an old man with a white beard, a pointed face, and a monkey-like appearance suddenly appeared from the roadside. Seeing Xiao Yong, the old man said with a stern face, "Young man, who sent you here? Do you know where you are?"

Remembering what Monk Yuanzhi had said, Xiaoyong didn't dare to pay attention to the old man. He lowered his head, remained silent, and just kept walking forward.

The old man followed with a grim face and said, "Stop! Do you know what's ahead? If you go any further, you won't be able to come back. Listen to me, go back!"

Xiao Yong pretended not to hear and kept walking forward, wondering to himself, "What is this old man doing? Why is he following me and saying these things?"

The old man continued following behind, saying, "Who sent you? What are you doing there?"

Xiao Yong found it strange and thought to himself: We're all traveling at night, what's it to you? But remembering what Monk Yuanzhi had said, he swallowed his question back.

The old man seemed to sense his thoughts, sighed, and said, "I'm doing this for your own good. Hurry home, it's dangerous up ahead."

Xiao Yong ignored the nagging old man and ran off. As he ran, he came across a shimmering river. He threw the steel needle in his hand into the river, and water splashed everywhere, creating a large bubble. Then he turned around and went home.

The old man on the road had disappeared. There was a light in the darkness ahead. He thought it was probably his own kerosene lamp, so he quickened his pace.

As he got closer and closer to the kerosene lamp, almost within reach, he suddenly shivered. Opening his eyes, he found himself still lying in bed. It was almost dawn outside. What had just happened felt like a dream. The large steel needle he had been holding in his hand was gone.

The next morning, he went to find Monk Yuanzhi and told him everything. Monk Yuanzhi was also very excited, thinking to himself that this method was truly miraculous. He told Xiaoyong, "That's right! You must persevere! There are only two more days until success. Whatever you do, don't talk to anyone!"

Having learned from his experience, Xiao Yong was much more skilled the next night. He hung up the mirror, lit the lamp, silently recited the incantation three times, and then went to sleep holding the large steel needle. When he opened his eyes again, he had already left the house and unknowingly walked onto the dirt road.

They walked on in the dark for a while, and then encountered the old man with the pointed mouth and monkey-like face and white beard again. The old man seemed very anxious and said, "Young man, you really can't go any further today. I need to talk to you about something later!"

Xiao Yong figured it out too. He figured the old man was probably trying to confuse him. As soon as he started talking to him, the master's methods wouldn't work anymore. So he just kept walking forward with his head down.

The old man followed behind, almost pleading, "Young man! If you just turn around and go back, I'll give you whatever you want, okay? Do you need money? I'll give you as much as you want!"

Xiao Yong certainly liked money, but compared to avenging his parents, money was nothing. He gritted his teeth and remained silent.

The old man continued, "You don't want money? With money, you can do anything! Do you want some good food or fun things? Do you want beautiful women? Big breasts and white butts! Just tell me what you want, and I'll get it for you right away!"

As the old man's words became increasingly absurd, Xiao Yong suddenly suspected that the old man was probably the monster. He broke out in a cold sweat and ran away as fast as he could, ignoring the old man's attempts to reason with him. When he reached the riverbank, he threw the steel needle into the river and turned to go home.

The old man disappeared again on the way home. When Xiao Yong got home and opened his eyes, it was almost dawn, and the steel needles in his hand were gone.

He went to see Monk Yuanzhi again and told him everything that had happened the night before. Monk Yuanzhi listened with great excitement, finding it quite amusing. He regretted not trying it himself. He told Xiaoyong, "It's the last day. Good luck, and don't make any mistakes!"

On the third night, Xiao Yong, as usual, hung up the mirror, lit the lamp, chanted incantations, and lay down on the bed to sleep, holding the last large steel needle.

When he woke up, he was still on that dirt road. The old man with a pointed mouth and a white beard was already waiting ahead. When he saw Xiao Yong, he angrily cursed, "You bastard, how dare you show your face here?"

Xiao Yong ignored him and walked straight ahead, thinking: It's the last day. I'll throw the steel needle into the river and avenge my parents.

The old man continued his incessant cursing for a long time, but seeing that Xiao Yong remained silent, he became extremely angry. His face turned sinister, and he said, "Since you've acted so heartlessly, don't blame me for being ruthless. I'll go and eat your family and the people in your village to pieces right now!"

Xiao Yong was terrified. His parents were already dead, and this monster was going to harm the whole village? "You fucking dare..." He swallowed the words back, thinking that the master was in the village, and the monster would be dealt with by the master!

Seeing the change in Xiao Yong's expression, the old man assumed he had been persuaded and continued his menacing threat: "I'm going! I'm really going?"

Just then, they could see the river ahead! Xiao Yong was overjoyed, ran a few steps, and threw the steel needle into the river with all his might.

Pfft!

This time, the water splashed half a meter high, and a scream came from the river. Then, a stream of blood floated up. Xiao Yong was about to go forward to see what was going on when he suddenly felt dizzy and turned around and ran back.

When he woke up again, it was already broad daylight. He patted his forehead, feeling extremely tired. He got up and went to find Monk Yuanzhi, who was overjoyed to hear this. He quickly gathered the villagers and they went to Hulu River to take a look.

The entire village, young and old, ran to the Hulu River. When they got to the riverbank, they saw a huge creature floating in the water. It was five or six meters long, with a pointed mouth, four claws, and a large tail. Its belly was facing upwards, and it was completely dead. At first glance, it looked a bit like a lizard.