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Chapter 28 Taoist arts are techniques, spear techniques are methods.
"The Triads?"
Ah Gui was stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard.
"That's right." Huang Bai glanced at him. "It's the Triad you're thinking of."
The Great Black Buddha Mother is not an ordinary evil spirit; she is worshipped by the entire Chenjia Village.
If things really come to a head, it won't just be the evil god himself who will be in trouble, but also those hundreds of people.
Exorcism spells are useless against the living. If the Black Buddha Mother uses these villagers to escape, things will only get more complicated.
Killing all several hundred ignorant believers is impractical, but keeping them around would be a problem. Therefore, the only option is to find a group of people more capable of controlling the situation to suppress them.
After listening, Chen Lixing still hesitated.
"Why go to the Sanlian Gang? We usually keep to ourselves and don't interfere with them. If we take the initiative to go to them, it might be difficult to get things done."
He wasn't afraid.
Miao Tou himself is a local power, and with his reputation, he could easily gather hundreds or even thousands of people to help him if he wanted to.
However, the Sanlian Gang is a large gang with tens of thousands of members. If you provoke them for no reason, it will be difficult to resolve the situation later.
Huang Bai's expression remained unchanged.
"It's alright, I'll handle it."
The van drove out of the city and into the suburbs from the bustling streets.
Huang Shaoming, the leader of the Sanlian Gang, lived in a manor halfway up the mountain. The place was built in a grand style, surrounded by high walls, and there were many guards and patrols.
Ah Gui parked the car at the foot of the mountain and pointed up the mountain road.
"That's it."
"Every year when they hold their big meeting, the area down the mountain is packed with luxury cars. There are people patrolling the area today too."
"It's not a big problem."
After he finished speaking, he walked to the wall and raised his hand to form a hand seal.
The next moment, the wall rippled gently like water, and he walked straight through it.
"That's what magic looks like." Chen Lixing clicked his tongue in amazement. "It's amazing no matter how many times I watch it."
Spirit mediums can invoke deities to possess them, enabling them to fight ghosts and suppress evil spirits. When borrowing divine power, they can even unleash strength that ordinary people do not possess.
Ultimately, they are still flesh and blood, relying on "borrowed power," which is not the same as Huang Bai, who casts spells himself.
The flowers and trees in the manor are very well maintained.
An old man in a Tang suit, leaning on a gilded dragon-head cane, was walking and talking with several middle-aged men.
"Have you taken care of things with Councilor Chen?"
"alright."
"Remember this: Legislator Chang is a gambler, and Minister Lu is a womanizer. If you want to curry favor with someone, you have to go along with their temper. Tune yourselves and don't ruin my plans."
"clear."
After those men left, the old man stopped, raised his hand to rub his temples, and looked somewhat tired.
The martial arts world today is no longer the place where you could roam freely with just a knife and a gun.
Gangs that don't whitewash themselves will eventually be crushed by the times. But many people are stuck in the old ways and don't understand why he has been keeping a low profile and making connections all these years.
"I don't have many years left to live."
"Who can say for sure what the future holds?"
Huang Shaoming sighed softly.
Whether it's doing charity work or building bridges and roads in recent years, to put it bluntly, he's somewhat trying to pay back the blood debts he incurred when he was young.
Just then, footsteps sounded behind me.
Huang Shaoming suddenly turned his head.
Not far away, a long-haired young man was slowly walking towards them.
Huang Shaoming's expression remained unchanged, but his heart sank.
Anyone who can sneak up here silently is definitely not simple.
"People from the Four Seas Gang?"
"Were they sent by the Yamaguchi-gumi?"
Huang Bai shook his head.
"No, that's not it. I've come to ask Chief Huang for a favor."
Huang Shaoming stared at him, his eyes showing no fear, but his tone was even colder.
"What if I refuse?"
He's lived to this age and has become quite detached from many things. If the other party managed to infiltrate deep into the manor and truly wanted him dead, he probably wouldn't be able to escape now.
Huang Bai didn't rush to speak, he just raised his hand.
The black energy within his sleeve suddenly surged.
A two-headed cobra emerged from the cuff, its scales glossy black, its tongue flicking, emitting a pungent stench, and stopped almost touching Huang Shaoming's face.
Huang Shaoming's expression finally changed, and his hand gripping the cane tightened.
"Who...who exactly are you?"
"The Taoist priest of Jinhua Mountain".
"We're here today to vanquish demons and monsters. Doesn't the gang leader plan to do some good deeds while we're at it?"
That's a polite way of saying it, but it's anything but polite in meaning.
Having lived for so many years, Huang Shaoming could easily discern the significance of this situation. The young man before him was clearly half persuading and half coercing him to contribute his time and effort.
But in such situations, the thought of survival is always the most real.
Huang Shaoming remained silent for a moment, then nodded.
Not only did they contribute manpower and resources, but they also promised to donate ten million.
Not long after, a dozen vans carrying people headed straight for Chenjia Village.
……
Chenjia Village is located in a remote area, far from the bustling city.
The entire village is very isolated, and the Chen clan has always been xenophobic; many people don't even know their own real names.
A few years ago, the village experienced a major upheaval, resulting in the loss of many people. Even so, the remaining villagers still stayed and stayed.
Inside the ancestral hall is the memorial tablet of the Great Black Buddha Mother.
An old woman, as weathered as tree bark, was kneeling before the ancestral tablet, offering incense. Her ears were missing, a piece of flesh was missing from her nose, and she was even missing several fingers, making her appearance exceptionally horrifying.
She cut these pieces off herself, one by one, and offered them to the Buddha Mother with her own flesh and blood.
In places like Chenjia Village, apart from wives brought in from outside, you can hardly see any girls who grow up normally.
This is not a genetic issue; the reason is that many girls are sent to be sacrificed from a young age.
The people of Chenjia Village both believe in and fear the Buddha Mother. Ultimately, they worship a monster that could turn on them at any moment.
Just then, the incense stick in front of the ancestral tablet suddenly trembled.
A plume of black smoke emerged from the memorial tablet. As the smoke twisted and turned, it vaguely took on the shape of a snake before disappearing into the void.
The old woman's face changed instantly, and she knelt down with a thud, her mouth trembling.
"Fire Buddha Cultivation One, Mind Samu..."
She knew that the Buddha Mother had found a new target.
But who will it be this time?
……
The previous night, at a mental hospital.
Li Ruonan, with shackles restricting her movement, appeared insane and kept muttering to the surrounding patients:
"There really are ghosts...there really are ghosts..."
"Come, repeat after me, and you won't be afraid... Fire Buddha Xiu Yi..."
Before he could finish speaking, the nurse had already come over with the injection.
"Number 4396, got the shot."
The needle was inserted, the medicine was injected, and Li Ruonan quickly calmed down.
The nurse turned and left.
But she had only taken a few steps when Li Ruonan suddenly opened her eyes.
There was no confusion in those eyes; instead, they exuded a chilling coldness.
The next second, she smashed the window like a madwoman, jumped over the high wall, and disappeared into the night.
……
The bread truck was parked at the entrance of Chenjia Village.
As soon as the car was turned off, villagers gathered around.
"Stop right there! Outsiders aren't allowed to park here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the car doors swung open with a whoosh.
A group of young men in suits and short hair filed down the stairs, with the scarred gang leader at the head carrying a shotgun and showing no sign of a smile.
"Come out, all of you!"
boom! boom! boom!
After he finished speaking, he fired three shots into the air.
Gunshots rang out, and all the birds in the woods fluttered into the air.
The villagers of Chenjia Village originally hoped to take advantage of their numbers and push the elderly and women to the front to make a scene. But while this tactic might work against the government, it was completely ineffective against people like the Sanlian Gang.
After a few blows with sticks, the ringleaders immediately became obedient.
Chenjia Village has always been a close-knit group, and they usually dare to confront outsiders head-on because of their numbers. But when they encounter someone more domineering and unreasonable than themselves, this group immediately wilted and became as quiet as quails.
Chen Lixing stood to the side, shaking his head as he watched.
"As expected, this kind of situation needs to be handled by people like this."
His biggest worry was how to deal with these villagers. Now it seems that Huang Bai's move was spot on.
Huang Bai said with a smile, "Spells, spells, Taoist arts are techniques, and spear techniques are magic; neither can be lacking."
If it weren't for the concern that the seal on the Great Black Buddha Mother had been completely broken, Huang Bai would have even considered having the construction team bring explosives to flatten the cave.
He raised his hand and beckoned the old woman over.
"Take me to the cave of the Great Black Buddha Mother."
The old woman's face was deathly pale, and her lips were trembling.
"You must not disturb the Buddha Mother."
"You'll be punished, cursed, and bitten to death by evil spirits..."
Huang Bai didn't even lift his eyelids after hearing this, and simply waved his hand.
A cold wind suddenly arose.
The Yaksha slowly emerged from the black mist. He was eight feet tall, with a blue face and fangs, and red hair that reached his shoulders. As soon as he appeared, the temperature around him seemed to drop a few degrees.
Yaksha lowered his head slightly, his vertical pupils fixed on the old woman.
"And what about me, this evil spirit? Are you afraid?"
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