The years I worked as a Feng Shui consultant in the entertainment industry

After removing one of Sanjay's shoulders, the second uncle didn't stop and raised his hand to remove Sanjay's other arm.

After his arms were removed, Sanjay not only did not cry out in pain, but showed a strange smile on his face. Seeing this smile, the second uncle's expression changed and he touched his mouth with both elbows.

There was a muffled sound, and the second uncle's elbows sank, which reminded me of a smashed watermelon.

"Om, Heli, Mahakala, Yacha, Pei Dali, Humza."

But in this situation, Sanjie's yin and yang voice still sounded.

As the last mantra fell, the dense vajra I was fighting with suddenly turned into a ball of blue and black gas like a deflated balloon.

The gas stayed in the air for a moment, then rushed towards Sanjay.

The second uncle had just ridiculed Sanjie, saying that he couldn't create Fudo Myoyo, and that what he created relied on the art of hiding ghosts.

So Gushyajal Vajra must not be a venerable protector of the tantric sect, but a ghostly thing cultivated through evil methods.

I can't tell what the blue part of this mixed blue and black gas is, but the black part is obviously the gas of resentment. Once this resentment gas returns to Sanjay's body, it will inevitably bring about changes.

Thinking of this, I stepped forward and recited the mantra: "Five dragon kings, five dragon kings, five dragons step on me and come down from the sky. One will not kill the incense in the family altar, the other will not kill the stove king Fujun, the third will not kill the master and master, but only the evil gods and evil spirits will be killed." , cut it off with one knife and turn it into dust, I ask the Supreme Lord to be as urgent as the law."

While reciting the incantation, I took out three pieces of yellow talisman paper and folded them into knives.

The moment the curse was completed, I threw the yellow talisman paper folded into a knife towards Sanjie and said, "Cut it!"

As soon as he spat out the word, the magic power in his Dantian was like a flood, all pouring into the yellow talisman paper folded into a knife.

The talisman flew out with golden light. The moment the blue-black gas poured into Sanjie's body, it turned into a golden sword light in mid-air and slashed down.

The intersecting blue and black gas made a sizzling sound, and the large clumps of black gas dissipated, while the blue gas turned into dozens of wisps like flying dandelions, floating into the bodies of the security guard and the cleaning lady who fell on the ground.

The second uncle's movements were faster than mine. The moment the curse came out, he stood up and kicked Sanjay's lower body.

puff!

When I stepped down, I heard several sounds of broken melons.

Sanjay is dead.

By the time I came to my second uncle, Sanjay had already fainted.

At the same time, the security guards and cleaning lady also started to groan, and it seemed that they were about to wake up.

When he saw me coming, my second uncle didn't speak to me, but pulled Sanjie's monk's robes apart.

Under the monk's robe is Sanjay's bronze chest.

The second uncle bit off his finger, used the finger as a pen and the blood as ink. He drew talismans on Sanjie's chest while chanting a mantra: "Put up a dharma bowl and draw the spirit into the water. The sword points the talisman into it, and the yin and yang are in it. Wave your hands. Strike it out and all evil will escape without a trace."

"Show me!"

The moment the symbol was formed, the second uncle gave a sharp shout and slapped Sanjie on the chest, and the bloody symbol sank directly into Sanjie's chest.

"Gollum, Gollum!"

Sanjay's chest rose and fell, and a tattoo of a green-faced evil ghost with fangs emerged from his chest.

Seeing this tattoo, my second uncle sneered and said to me: "Tian'er, give him a few hits with the five thunder seals!"

"okay!"

Without saying anything, I cast a five-thunder spell and imprinted it on the tattoo on Sanjay's chest.

The moment the Five Thunder Seal went down, a look of pleading appeared on the green-faced and fanged ghost face.

I didn't care about this and continued printing.

After the five thunder seals collided with the tattoo, a blue electric spark lit up, and there was a faint wailing sound.

Sanjay's body started to vibrate like a patient being rescued by electric shock.

Then a second, and a third, until the wailing could no longer be heard.

In order to prevent duplication, I printed more.

"Is it done, second uncle?"

After several consecutive blows, coupled with the previous Five Dragons Killing Curse, the mana in my Dantian bottomed out.

"That's it!"

The second uncle nodded, picked up the half-dead Sanjie with one hand, and said, "Let's go, it's Wang Xi's turn!"

"This Sanjay practices the black magic of tantra!"

The second uncle explained to me while walking outside.

The second uncle said that Gushyajal Vajra is one of the three Vajras valued by the Gelug Sect of Tibetan Buddhism. Gushyamajra means secret. But the Gushyajal Vajra created by Sangye is a hodgepodge. The Gushyamajajajra he created is not Secret, but literally.

He used the spirit of resentment, supplemented by secret medicine and witchcraft, to outline the image of King Kong in the hearts of believers, and then drew out the consciousness of these believers, connecting it with the spirit of resentment, and achieved what I saw. of dense vajra.

When my second uncle said this, I understand.

Sanjay regarded the security guards and cleaning ladies working here as his tools.

Not just them, those rich women and celebrities are also Sanjay's tools.

Therefore, when I used the Five Dragons Killing Curse to cut off the evil spirit, the consciousnesses belonging to these security guards and cleaning ladies were freed from restraints and could return to their original bodies.

After explaining Gushyajal, the second uncle talked about the so-called Immovable King and the little bugs that came out of Sanjie's mouth.

The second uncle said that Sanjie practiced tantric black magic, and tantric black magic was essentially the art of witchcraft.

Within Tantric Buddhism, Black Dharma is at the bottom of the contempt chain and is very disliked.

This point is similar to the Xia Mao technique in Maoshan technique.

"This guy is a tough guy. Even at the end of the day, he still wants to fight me!"

After explaining this, a trace of doubt flashed in the second uncle's eyes.

The second uncle said that he didn't want Sanjay's life. He took off both of Sanjay's shoulders just because he didn't want him to risk his life.

Sanjay also knew this.

But this Sanjay was just like a man who had lost his mind. He would rather die than compromise. In the end, he even wanted to integrate the dense Vajra into his body and fight to the death.

"Even if he wins in the end, he won't survive!"

When the second uncle said this, the confusion in his eyes deepened.

"Second uncle, do you think there is a possibility that there is someone behind this person? Living is more terrifying to him than death!"

I speculated.

I don't believe that my second uncle couldn't think of this.

Can live who wants to die?

"We'll go down in a while and we'll follow Wang Xi. Don't take anything from here!" The second uncle said after thinking for a moment.

The second uncle wants to distance himself from the relationship. If it were me, I would do the same.

"Ok!"

I nodded and said, "Second uncle, let's not talk about this for now. What's going on with that cat ghost in you?"

Sanjie's question can be left to Wang Xi and the third uncle behind Wang Xi. What I want to know most now is how many secrets there are in the second uncle.

I saw with my own eyes that the cat ghost swallowed Sanjay’s Fudo Mingou in one gulp.