Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Chapter 232: Casting a Spell

Park Yoo-jin went out angrily and was stopped by Xiaowu when she passed the front yard.

"Miss Park, where are you going?"

Seeing him coming over with a smile, Park Youzhen was secretly depressed, but she still had a smile on her face, "Brother Xiaowu, I'm out of rouge and want to go to the street to buy some."

When Xiaowu heard the word "brother", he had no power to resist and he tried to please him shyly.

"It's not safe for a girl to go out alone. I happen to be free right now, so I'll go with you and help you carry your things."

Park Yoo-jin smiled, "I'll just buy a little rouge, it's not too heavy, there's no need to trouble Brother Xiaowu to make a trip, you should stay at the house and look after the master."

"Hey, it's okay." Xiaowu said lightly, "Xiaoliu is here, Miss Xi and the others are all here, I'll go prepare the carriage."

Park Youzhen was anxious and was about to call him when she heard another urgent call, "Xiaowu, come here."

The two turned around and saw Kajar standing under the eaves waving at Xiaowu. Xiaowu smiled and was about to respond, but suddenly realized that the name Kajar was not a good name to call.

After hesitating for a while, he tried to call out, "Miss Ka, what do you want to call me for?"

Kazar said with a smile, "I just learned how to play chess here yesterday, but I don't understand the rules. Can you come and teach me?"

Xiao Wu was overjoyed, and he turned to look at Park Youzhen and started to embarrass himself again. Park Youzhen smiled and said at the right time: "Brother Xiao Wu, go ahead. I really don't need any help. I will be back soon."

Xiaowu scratched his hair happily and went to Kazar's room. Park Yoo-jin smiled and walked out.

In the main room, Lu Ziqing stood in front of the altar with all his might, forming a seal with his left hand. He pinched the yellow talisman on the table with two fingers of his right hand and chanted a spell softly. When he finished chanting the spell, the yellow talisman paper suddenly combusted without any fire.

Xiao Yan was shocked and found it unbelievable. He saw Lu Ziqing soaking the talisman paper in the chicken blood, and flames suddenly burst out of the bowl.

Lu Ziqing smeared the blood on the straw man on the table, then picked up a short wooden sword and drew talismans in the air at the straw man, reciting as he drew.

"I hereby invite the Jade Emperor of Heaven to summon the Spiritual Official to chant the mantra and use the Consulate's Law. The Spiritual Official shall wield the Taishan Press, a press weighing a thousand pounds... I obey the command of the Supreme Lord Laozi, and I will do it immediately."

In the secret room, Qiu Zhenlin was lying there, still unconscious. Just as he was about to turn over, he suddenly felt as if his body was being pressed down by a thousand-pound hammer, unable to move.

He suddenly woke up with a suffocating feeling, and struggled hard, but found that his body still could not move. The pressure from above was getting heavier and heavier, making his face red and his veins bulging. His chest could not expand, and after a few breaths, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead and cheeks.

Qiu Zhenlin was horrified. With bulging eyes, he managed to squeeze out a sentence with difficulty, "Thousand...jin...stone."

At this time, a short man in a blue shirt came in from outside the secret room, smiling as he brought the food and placed it on a small table a few steps away from the couch.

"Master, today we have your favorite roast chicken and bamboo leaf green tea. I guarantee you'll be satisfied. We also have another great dish, braised beef in soy sauce. Let me tell you..."

He glanced at Qiu Zhenlin with a smile, then lowered his eyes and continued to serve the dishes.

"This beef is a rare delicacy. We ordinary people can't eat it. It's eaten by noble officials. The master uses it to reward the Taoist priest. Not only beef, but also two beauties will be waiting for you in the evening."

Qiu Zhenlin's vision began to blur and everything in front of him became distorted. He stared at the waiter's smiling face and wanted to open his mouth to speak, but his throat seemed to be blocked and no sound came out.

The uncomfortable feeling became increasingly stronger. He felt as if his body was about to be crushed into pulp. His consciousness gradually became blurred and everything in front of his eyes became dark.

He gathered his last bit of strength and uttered a very weak cry from his throat, "Ah... uh... you..."

The waiter looked at Qiu Zhenlin's drowsy eyes and said, "Master, you're still hungover and talking in your sleep. Why don't you eat after you wake up? I'm going to go back upstairs to get busy."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out the door. Qiu Zhenlin stared at his departing back and slowly raised his hands. Blood slowly flowed out of his eyes, mouth and nose as if he was still open.

At this time, in front of the altar in Lu's house, Lu Ziqing's already weak body was further exhausted due to his continuous use of mental power to cast spells. His face became paler and sweat oozed from his forehead. He was unable to stand steadily and was about to fall down.

Xiao Yan took a big step forward and hugged him, and accidentally saw that blood was oozing out of the straw man's body and flowing onto the yellow cloth.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Lu Ziqing worriedly, "How can you do this? Stop and rest first."

Lu Ziqing panted weakly and placed the short wooden sword on the table. "Help me over there and lean on it."

Xiao Yan grabbed the soft pillow on the bed and placed it under the headboard, then helped Lu Ziqing lie down and poured him some tea. He waited for him to rest for a while before asking.

"How is it? Are you feeling better?"

Lu Ziqing nodded weakly, and Xiao Yan felt relieved. He glanced at the altar behind him, then turned back and asked.

"So...what happened? Do you want to continue later?"

"No need." Lu Ziqing said slowly, "The man has been crushed to death. This is the first time in my academic career that I have used such a vicious curse to kill someone. It's a sin."

"He was the one who harmed people first, and you are eliminating the evil for the people." Xiao Yan was secretly shocked after saying this, and asked tentatively: "Just by casting a spell like this, that person is really dead?"

Lu Ziqing looked at him and said, "This technique is called Thousand Jin Stone. I first directed his consciousness to a straw man as a substitute, and then cast a spell on the substitute. He didn't have time to react before he was unable to move and was slowly crushed to death by the thousand-jin force."

Xiao Yan was amazed by what he heard, "Xuanmen magic is indeed powerful."

"I sense he's not far from me." Lu Ziqing said, "He's right here on North Street, but I can't concentrate right now, so I can't see his exact location."

"Now that he's dead, he can't cast a spell on you every day." Xiao Yan held his hand and said, "It doesn't matter if you can't see it."

"No," Lu Ziqing said, "Although he's dead, the curse remains. To break it, we must find that thing and burn it. Otherwise, anyone who gets hold of it will kill me with a single needle or arrow. Besides, given my current condition, I'm afraid I can't wait until the 27th."

Xiao Yan panicked when he heard this. "I will immediately send troops to search overnight."

As he was about to leave, Lu Ziqing grabbed his hand and said, "Don't go yet. Looking for something without a purpose is a waste of time and effort, and it will only make people panic. Wait... I'll try again later."

There were crowds of people on the street. Park Yoo-jin walked through the crowd and entered a porcelain shop called "Blue and White Pavilion". The waiter came over to greet her with a smile when he saw her.

"Whatever this distinguished guest wants to see, our store has it all."

Park Youzhen glanced at the other customers in a pretentious manner and said, "I want the best. Show me."

"Oh, then please move to the private room."

The waiter led the guests to a private room on the first floor. As soon as the door closed, his face turned serious and he asked, "What's the news?"

"Lu Ziqing's illness seems to have healed," Park Youzhen said. "I saw him able to stand up, and there were some magical tools in his room. It looked like he was going to perform a ritual."

"Alright?" the waiter asked, puzzled. "How is this possible? Are you sure you're seeing this correctly?"

"I saw it clearly," Park Youzhen said. "I came over as soon as I saw it."

The waiter thought for a moment and said, "I understand. You go back and keep an eye on it. I'll report to the master."