The Word Is Missing, I Am On A Business Trip To Another World

Today, at 8 o'clock in the morning, Tianlu Library.

An elegant room with several people seated.

Tang Tingyun was lying on the bed on the east side. His eyes were closed at the moment, his face was dark, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his breathing seemed rapid and unsteady.

After looking at his pupils and checking his pulse, the commoner elder Gong said that Tang Tingyun's health was not optimistic, especially because his face was covered with black spots - the situation was still unclear.

Judging from the current signs, the dark spots have begun to spread towards the neck.

Could it be that the whole body is going to turn black? Blackhead became a little uneasy and asked impatiently:

"Old Gong, tell me the truth. Is Tang Xiaoer, a man with dark spots and a black face, in danger of his life?"

Mr. Gong did not answer directly, but stared at the dark spots on Tang Tingyun's face, pondered for a moment and said: "The dark spots are penetrating into the body, and the eroded muscles are starting to turn black. The situation is not good..."

"Then what will happen to him?" Zhu Ying asked with a worried look.

"Twenty years ago, I had a confrontation with the dark forces and came across cases where black spots were corroded. If not effectively eradicated, the corroded skin would fester and rot away, eventually turning into a skeleton.

If the dark force obtains the skeleton corpse, it will be made into a puppet death soldier, and the skeleton man will be controlled to fight against his own people. "

"Isn't this too cruel?!" Maodou said in horror: "Is Tang Tingyun in danger?"

Xiao Long asked equally anxiously: "Mr. Gong, is there any way to suppress this kind of magic stain erosion?"

Mr. Gong sighed softly: "This kind of erosion has been banned by the dark forces, but there is currently no way to eradicate it..."

"That means Tang Tingyun will be in danger at any time?!" Heitou said quickly.

Mr. Gong stopped replying, everyone was silent for a while, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly fell to freezing point.

Mr. Gong, who is knowledgeable about the past and the present, can speak out about the thorny problems that cannot be solved. That is the real problem - everyone feels despair in their hearts.

Not long after, Mr. Gong's voice sounded again: "Maybe there is a place where the restriction of black spots can be broken!"

What? There is a way! Gong Lao's words made this house suddenly come alive.

"Haha, let me just say that there is no sure path for anyone. Tang Xiaoer is destined to be lucky. God will definitely find a way out for him..." Heitou shook his head and smiled happily:

"Where?!"

"Daxiangguo Temple!"

Thirty minutes later, a low-altitude aircraft landed steadily on an apron, and a group of people filed out, surrounded by a stretcher. Several monks wearing sea-blue monk's robes welcomed the guests into the room deep in the courtyard.

Today at 9 a.m., Daxiangguo Temple in Bianzhou.

In a Zen hall, the guests and hosts were seated. The person who greeted Elder Gong and his entourage was Abbot Kongxiang. This was an old acquaintance of Elder Gong, so he did not say many polite words. Before departure, Elder Gong had already informed Master Kongxiang of the general situation.

Master Kongxiang is probably about the same age as Mr. Gong, but he has been practicing vegetarianism and worshiping Buddha all year round. He is rich in Dharma and has kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He looks much younger than Mr. Gong.

Master Kongxiang inspected Tang Tingyun, then whispered to Mr. Gong for a moment, and then everyone moved into the underground treasure hall of the Sutra Library.

Why is it called the Treasure Hall? Xiao Long muttered, which was transmitted to the brain system.

Zhu Ying glanced at the layout of the main hall and judged the items placed there, "This should be a place where Buddhist scriptures and magical instruments are stored." She responded.

"This collection is not as dazzling as usual, it's overwhelming. There are so many!" Maodou, who usually doesn't talk much, couldn't help but express his amazement.

The group of people walked through the hall and came to a palace room.

The palace room has a ceiling of 6 meters, which is bright and open. There are antique carved beams and paintings all around, and the huge Buddha statues on the walls are lifelike and majestic. The room is neatly lined with large and small Buddhist niches and various magical instruments.

There is something hanging in the center of the palace room, which is square and covered with yellow satin cloth. It is 3 meters high from the ground. It is unknown and quite mysterious. It turns out that the suspended objects are not pulled by any hanging ropes, and are suspended in the air without any external force.

Blackhead sat on Maodou's back and whispered: "Huang Mao, this is weird!"

"You...scream again..." Maodou suddenly became anxious.

"Shh! Don't talk." The black-headed old god was there, hurriedly signaling for silence and arriving at the place.

Master Kongxiang stopped in the center of the palace room and ordered the monks who followed him to place Tang Tingyun on the table beside him. Then he opened his mouth and said to Mr. Gong: "This is it."

Mr. Gong nodded and turned to look at Xiao Long: "Take a look at Tingyun's situation."

Everyone gathered around and found that just as Mr. Gong had expected, the black spots had spread to Tang Tingyun's neck and were likely to continue to spread downwards.

"Amitabha...fortunately it came in time. If it spread to the heart, even if the great gods came, there would be nothing we could do." Master Kong Xiang said solemnly with his palms clasped together.

"Thank you, Master..." Everyone clasped their hands together.

"let's start."

Master Kongxiang signaled to several monks. Everyone helped the monks place Tang Tingyun under the hanging object in the center of the palace. Afterwards, everyone took a few steps back and waited.

Master Kongxiang was already sitting cross-legged on the futon. Behind him and to the left and right, eight monks in yellow and purple cassocks were also sitting cross-legged. Another dozen monks in yellow cassocks formed a large circle next to each other.

A light had come on in the center of the room. Master Kongxiang closed his eyes and moved his lips, and the sound of the mantra "Waaha Shashama" was already floating in the palace room.

"This is the Vajra Curse!" Xiao Long said on the brain system.

"Look...Captain Tang...!" Zhu Ying said eagerly.

Tang Tingyun was lying on his back on the table. There were some slight changes at this moment, and a weak light gradually appeared around him.

The monks chanted sutras and mantras in unison, and their voices became louder and louder, humming and humming, echoing in the hall, like the mysterious sound on the Fan Aling, and the bells and bells ringing in unison, going around the beams, like a spring breeze, cleansing the mind.

"Master has moved..." Maodou signaled on the brain screen.

I saw the majestic treasure of Master Kongxiang, sitting cross-legged with his hands folded, gradually rising from the ground. The chanting of the monks gradually accelerated, and the rhythm of the wooden fish also increased in frequency.

A sense of urgency began to hit the palace room.

"Look up there! There's movement!" Maodou discovered that the mysterious suspended object was moving.

The object covered by the yellow satin cloth gradually became brighter and brighter. You could vaguely see it through the yellow satin cloth. The bright blazing light gradually extended downwards, and then penetrated the yellow satin cloth, and a bunch of bowl-mouth-thickness appeared. The light shot down vertically and happened to shine on Tang Tingyun.

"What exactly is in here?" Xiao Long asked Black Head quietly.

"There's something weird about this satin that can't be seen through..." Blackhead shook his head.

Master Kongxiang gradually rose to the same level as the luminous suspended object. He folded his hands together and pinched out a diamond knot, which remained motionless.

"Shua..."

The yellow satin cloth covering the suspended object automatically slid to the ground. The mysterious suspended object was suddenly exposed - it turned out to be a vajra demon-conquering pestle.