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Chen Laoyezi bent his knees and pressed his hands against the ground, just like Yuanhou. He jumped onto the roof of the chicken coop, letting out a series of low growls.
Under normal circumstances, after a person dies, their muscles quickly become limp, followed by rigor mortis. According to our customs, the body must be left undisturbed for three days.
“Zhao Heitie, when did Chen Ye Ye pass away?” I turned to ask.
Zhao Heitie held a shovel in his hands, looking as if he were facing a great enemy, but his whole body trembled like a leaf in the wind.
“Just before dinner yesterday. He came back from the fields and suddenly... he was gone…”
My heart sank. At this time, rigor mortis should have set in strongly, and his joints would be as stiff as iron. Yet Chen Ye Ye before me was incredibly agile.
This posed a serious problem; this was no ordinary corpse resurrection.
Perhaps my distraction caused it, but the light on Shari suddenly dimmed. Seeing an opening, Chen Ye Ye exerted force with his legs and lunged straight at us.
With one powerful kick against the roof of the chicken coop, Chen Ye Ye sent the entire structure crashing down with a thunderous roar, raising a cloud of dust.
Seeing Chen Ye Ye charge at us ferociously, I thought it best to avoid confrontation and used the Great Shift technique to retreat. However, as I stepped back, Zhao Heitie stood right in my way.
I noticed Zhao Heitie's face turn pale with fear; he stood frozen in place, forgetting to run.
As Chen Ye Ye was about to pounce on us, I gritted my teeth and turned back. I kicked Zhao Heitie in the rear, sending him tumbling to the ground.
I rolled away like a gourd rolling down a hill, barely managing to evade Chen Ye Ye's attack. But Chen Ye Ye was too fast; everything happened in the blink of an eye. Even with my quick reflexes, when I got up, I felt a sharp pain in my chest and looked down to see my shirt hanging in tatters.
I silently thanked my daily training; if I had slacked off, that grab from Chen Ye Ye might have left me dead or at least severely injured instead of just with a scraped surface.
Seeing his attack miss, Chen Ye Ye turned back and charged at the already unconscious Zhao Heitie, with a viscous yellow liquid oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Clearly, Zhao Heitie had been marked as his next meal.
At this moment, I knew there was no time to chant another spell. I could only rely on the basic skills I had honed over three years in the Buddhist Sect and brace myself to confront him.
Having just turned thirteen after the New Year, I stood over one meter fifty tall, while Chen Ye Ye was already in his seventies, his body hunched over, so he wasn't much taller than me.
I reached out and blocked Chen Ye Ye's hand with a palm strike, engaging him in a struggle. However, after just a few exchanges of blows, I managed to find an opportunity to create some distance between us.
I then began to bounce on the spot, swinging my arms. Damn it, I had completely forgotten that Chen Ye Ye was dead and felt no pain. Here I was, a living person, clashing with him head-on—wasn't that just asking for trouble?
It seemed that Chen Ye Ye sensed I was somewhat difficult to deal with; he appeared to dislike or even fear the aura emanating from me.
I tentatively took a step forward, and Chen Ye Ye stepped back in response.
My heart leaped with joy. I quickly grabbed the Obsidian Prayer Beads from my wrist and silently chanted: "Di Wu Ji, All Buddhas lend me your power. Bind!"
The Obsidian Prayer Beads immediately emitted a dim light, shooting out like bullets into the wind. They landed around Chen Ye Ye, with two of them striking precisely—one on his forehead and the other at his Dan Tian.
As Chen Ye Ye's crouched form sensed the threat, he suddenly straightened up and let out a long howl. He then desperately slammed against the barrier formed by the prayer beads.
Seeing the corpse trapped within the barrier brought a sigh of relief to my heart, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. I stepped closer to the barrier and pointed at the corpse, saying, "Chen Ye Ye, no matter what unfulfilled wishes you have, death is death. The dead belong in the underworld. If you force yourself to remain in the living world, not only will you harm yourself, but you may also bring disaster upon your descendants. Buddhism teaches about the cycle of cause and effect; this is how it works."
With my hands behind my back, I lectured like an adult scolding a child, eager to share all the Buddhist scriptures I had studied over the past three years.
I failed to notice that fine cracks had already begun to appear in the faint barrier.
The Obsidian Prayer Beads were a magical tool given to me by my master. However powerful a magical tool may be, its effectiveness depends on its wielder. For instance, my usage would be vastly different from my master's.
Being young, it was natural for me to feel a sense of self-satisfaction. At this moment, I felt like a superhero capable of saving the world.
Suddenly, a strong gust carrying an overwhelming stench hit me like a wave. Before I could react, Chen Ye Ye's hands pinned down my shoulders with an iron grip.
The pale yellow, foul-smelling mucus dripped from Chen Ye Ye's mouth onto my face, and I couldn't help but turn my head and vomit.
In my blurred vision, I saw Chen Ye Ye with his mouth wide open, the few remaining teeth stained dark yellow, lunging toward my neck to bite.
I struggled but couldn't break free, so I closed my eyes and awaited death. Countless thoughts flashed through my mind—my father, my master, and Fo Zhang...
I haven't even married yet... Am I really destined to die young, consumed by jealousy of the talented?
The imagined pain never came. I cautiously opened my eyes and saw a furry creature lying on Chen Ye Ye's face.
A surge of joy filled me as I shouted, "Fo Zhang!"
Fo Zhang chirped in response, his voice slightly breathless.
Seeing this, I realized Fo Zhang couldn't hold on much longer. I quickly placed Shari into Chen Ye Ye's arms and closed my eyes to begin reciting the Six Character Mantra.
As I recited faster, the corpse pressing down on me seemed to be burned by intense flames. It clutched its head, emitting a low and painful sound from its throat.
Chen Ye Ye had treated us well in life; seeing him in such agony made me feel a pang of sympathy. Unconsciously, I slowed down my chanting.
However, Chen Ye Ye didn't appreciate it and lunged at me again. I cursed myself for suddenly becoming soft-hearted. Wasn't this playing with my own life?
Chen Ye Ye was already dead; I had no idea what he had turned into now.
Fortunately, Fo Zhang let out a loud cry, pulling my thoughts back to reality. I hurriedly focused my mind, recited the incantation, and pointed my finger at Chen Ye Ye's forehead, pressing the original obsidian into his brow. With my other hand, I forcefully struck his abdomen, driving another obsidian into his Dan Tian.
Chen Ye Ye stood frozen in place as if his acupoints had been sealed, resembling a human statue.
In death, the body becomes a corpse; the soul resides in the forehead while energy is stored in the Dan Tian. I infused the energy of the obsidian into these two points of Chen Ye Ye.
Chen Ye Ye was truly dead this time.
I lay on the ground, gasping for breath. The feeling of having escaped death was exhilarating, absolutely thrilling. Dark snowflakes floated in the air, landing softly on my face, cool and refreshing.
Living is truly wonderful! I sighed deeply in my heart.
Fo Zhang, seeing that I hadn’t gotten up for a long time, anxiously scurried around me, chirping away.
I pulled Fo Zhang into my arms, stroking its smooth fur.
“Fo Zhang, you really are my lucky star. You saved my life.”
Fo Zhang seemed tired; after being gently petted by me, it curled up in my embrace and fell asleep.
After the intense battle earlier, I had no strength left in my body. My eyelids fluttered a few times before I drifted off into a deep slumber…
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