Chapter 85 (1/2)

Hearing his grandmother's words, the old monk gave a cold hum, touched his gray beard and said with a wild smile, ”who should I be? I turned out to be an old woman who is not afraid of death!”

”Bald ass, you are still a Buddhist disciple. How can you use such cruel means to refine the spirit pill? Are you not afraid of being punished by heaven?” Grandma snapped.

”Damnation? What is the curse of heaven? In today's society, if people don't fight for themselves, who dares the illusory punishment of heaven? In another 7749 days, I've been pursuing the spirit pill for most of my life, and it's about to be refined. Even the king of Hell won't kill me

Grandma knew that the old monk was possessed by the devil in order to refine the spirit pill, and she didn't talk to him anymore, so she clapped at him.

It seems that grandma is ready to fight with this vicious old monk.

But although grandma's action was fast, the old monk was not a vegetarian. His figure flashed quickly, and he avoided grandma's palm force.

”How dare you fight with me if you have so much ability? It's just too much for me

With a sneer, the old monk took off the Buddhist beads from his wrist and read a passage I didn't understand.

Those Buddhist beads broke away the bead line in an instant and ran to grandma like bullets.

Seeing this, I was shocked.

Although I don't know what harm those Buddhist beads will do to grandma, I know from the vicious degree of the old monk that once he is hit by the Buddhist beads, he will be absolutely helpless.

I want to help grandma, even if I help her block a few of them.

But now I'm in a state of ghost. All my behaviors are controlled by the old monk. I can't do anything at all.

At the moment, I only hate my poor ability, and I'm actually following the old monk's way. Otherwise, even if I fight for my life, I will protect my grandmother.

Grandma is my closest person in the world. If something happened to her, I would never forgive myself in my life.

Seeing those Buddhist beads about to hit grandma, I was so anxious that I could not wait to burst out fire.

But even so, grandma is still very calm standing there, as if there is no fear.

Does grandma have a way to deal with it?

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, Grandma had more than ten slender embroidery needles in her hands.

She recited a mantra and made a few fingerprints.

Those embroidery needles fly out one by one as if they had life, and then they drill into the Buddhist beads and string them together.

Seeing that his Buddha beads failed in the attack, the old monk looked at his grandmother in disbelief: ”no... impossible. My Buddha beads are made of 13 human bones after being polished. There is no limit to Buddhism. No one can break them in the world!”

Grandma looked at the old monk with a sneer and said, ”bald ass, you don't know more in the world!”

Having said that, grandma made a complicated handprint and said: ”broken!”

As soon as the words came to an end, the beads, which had formed into a ball, immediately gave out a ”bang” sound, and instantly exploded into ashes.

Seeing the destruction of the human bone Buddha beads, the old monk was furious: ”you have destroyed my Buddha beads, and I will also destroy your granddaughter!”

With that, the old monk turned around and grabbed my neck and dragged me to the direction of the alchemy furnace.

The blazing fire is burning at the bottom of the alchemy furnace. The alchemy furnace is steaming hot. If it is thrown in, I will be burned into a mass of water by the fire of the alchemy furnace, and finally condensed into the spirit pill.

I want to struggle, I want to escape, but I can't do anything because I am so restrained by the old monk.

I couldn't give up looking at my grandmother and wanted to see her at the last moment.

But she is still standing there, as if she had a plan.

”It's time. Come out!” Grandma light said.

I was slightly stunned. I didn't understand what grandma meant. Until I saw that person, it was grandma who had already arranged everything!

At the moment, at the entrance of the basement, there was a familiar man, the owner of the restaurant.

What he carries on his back is my body and ghost catching tools!

Seeing this, I was overjoyed.

With my body, do I have to be afraid of the old monk?

Sure enough, seeing the shopkeeper carry my body, the old monk's face changed.