Chapter 105 (1/2)

Gyatso walked into the base to be called a base as a basketball court and was round way-place[2]

There were bottles and jars along the walls The surroundings had groeird because of the blood s sealed in the bottles and jars were restless as well

A red pottery jar was extreht but also shaking constantly, as if soet out

Gyatso gazed at it and s with mercy, even for these sinful souls that clearly had co obvious evil He couldn’t just destroy them Instead, he put them here, waited until their ferocity orn off and then put them back for another life

”Why bother so much?

”If everyone has to do this routine, all exorcists will be exhausted to death”

Gyatso was from Tibetan Esoteric Buddhisoals no matter what it took They valued only the results and cared nothing about the details or the process Therefore, Esoteric Buddhism always seemed to be s under the blood moon, Gyatso chose the easiest way:

Kill them all

He walked to that red jar, held it up with one hand, closed his eyes and incanted in his ht appeared on hiling ht hadit

A blood stain appeared between Gyatso’s eyebrows; then a light of blood shot right into the jar

A harsh scream filled the the eain, the red jar broke and let out stinky pus

But Gyatso didn’t care at all He was ht behind the teatory

What happened to this demon had scared all the others All of a sudden, the room became extremely quiet as if everyone was terrified like ordinary people and kept silent like a cicadas in late autumn

The devil would be deviled by someone of like ilk

Gyatso stood there like a vicious God and none of those evil things dared to do anything

Just when Gyatso thought everything would be fine and was about to return to La to the baserievance and fear, like a ti

There’s a dee?

Gyatso walked to it The weasel retreated to the stairs

However, just when Gyatso stepped onto the stairs, it changed into a roaned:

”How dare you to do sorcery on rain shall never be the rival of the , but Gyatso kept walking steadily, onto the stairs, into the monster’s mouth, with the indomitable will of an Esoteric Buddhist master

Perhaps they were not sophisticated in social life as those monks in the Central Plains, and therefore seemed to be a little unreasonable; but to some extent, they were closer to what they persisted in

Cohts about social life, but was more loyal to Buddhism

The monster’s mouth started to break and finally disappeared, and the surroundings were back as it should be The weasel was still there, but it looked pathetic, with its eyes bleeding

”You overconfident nasty thing”

Gyatso reached out and held the weasel up He was after the weasel’s internal pellet[3] This weasel had intelligence and was able to use reat tonic, even better than an one-hundred-year-old lingzhiit

However, Gyatso felt the weight in his hand was gone, and the skin of the weasel fell off He was holding a purple centipede Its mouthparts split and stuck into the back of Gyatso’s hand

”Ouch…”

Gyatso immediately threw the centipede away Then he tottered He had to sit on the ground with his legs crossed and try to expel the toxin, but his eyelid were feeling heavier and heavier, and his vision was beco blurry