84: Chapter 84 Cyber ​​Great Compassion Mantra

The dilapidated wooden door of the ancient temple was kicked to pieces by Lin Ye with a single kick.

Wood chips mixed with foul-smelling dust poured backward into the main hall.

In the center of the main hall, a headless Buddha statue several zhang tall and entirely plastered with black mud sat entrenched on the altar.

Dark red blood continuously gushed outward from the broken neck of the Buddha statue.

The blood flowed along the lotus throne and converged into a huge groove below.

Dozens of shirtless construction workers were hung upside down from the roof beams by iron hemp ropes as thick as fingers.

Blood droplets dripped incessantly from the slashes at their wrists, and with pale faces, they had long fallen into a deep coma.

An old man wearing a wide black robe sat cross-legged in front of the blood trough, his hands changing spell formulas at lightning speed.

The black robe was embroidered with the iconic skeleton pattern of the Yinshan Sect.

The scriptures chanted by the old man were sharp and piercing, transforming into circles of visible black sound waves that constantly impacted the surrounding air.

The commotion of the shattered door interrupted the old man's spellcasting.

He opened his eyes, two malicious gazes piercing straight at Lin Ye standing at the threshold.

"Brat from Taiping Street! You dare repeatedly ruin the centennial grand plan of our Yinshan Sect! I cannot spare you today!"

The old man's withered and thin fingers pointed toward mid-air, his voice shrill.

"The sacrificial formation is opened, and the evil Buddha awakens! Today, all of you must become blood food beneath the Buddha's throne!"

As his voice fell, the massive body of the black mud Buddha statue trembled violently.

Countless painfully distorted human faces bulged and wailed on the surface of the mud sculpture, and the temperature of the entire main hall plummeted to the freezing point.

Lin Ye held the soul-suppressing copper coin sword in one hand, stepped across the threshold, and swept his gaze over those workers hanging upside down.

There were too many hostages, and forcibly casting large-scale thunder techniques would easily cause accidental injuries.

He had to find a way to first disrupt the old man's frequency of manipulating the formation.

Just at this moment, a deep blue light jumped before his retina, and the crisp voice of the system slammed into his mind.

"Ding! "My Lord, Please Behave Yourself" System prompt: Detected that a core elder of the Yinshan Sect attempts to awaken a fierce entity with traditional evil sounds. The times are calling, please host determine a strategy to defeat the enemy within three minutes, and give feudal superstition a little minor modern shock!"

The light screen unfolded, and three options emerged.

[Option A: Bloody battle to the end — — Bite open ten fingers, use Pure Yang Qi vital blood to forcibly draw ten evil-suppressing talismans, and rush up for close-quarters hand-to-hand combat with the evil Buddha.]

[Reward: Iron-blooded tough guy banner. Consequence: You will suffer blindness due to excessive blood loss, and for the rest of your life, you can only wear sunglasses to read bones and tell fortunes under the overpass.]

[Option B: Spit fragrance — — Stand at the door, use all the profanity learned in a lifetime to comprehensively curse the old man, attempting to anger the other party into interrupting the spellcasting.]

[Reward: Title of Jiangzhou's Number One Flamer. Consequence: The old man is deaf, your cursing yields zero gains, and the evil Buddha successfully awakens.]

[Option C: Abstract trolling, cyber subjugation — — Take out the square dance subwoofer speaker left by Fatty Wang in your backpack, play the 120BPM heavy metal DJ version of the Great Compassion Mantra on the spot, and use cyber technology to disperse the evil cultivator's spell frequency.]

[Reward: Husband points + 300, both enemies and allies on the scene fall into a brief mental stiffness, and you obtain the out-of-print title [Cyber Taoist].]

"？？？"

"Is this right? Bro!"

Lin Ye looked at Option C, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitching wildly.

Playing the Great Compassion Mantra DJ in a life-or-death occasion? Could it be useful?

But seeing that the blood at the broken neck of the black mud Buddha statue was about to boil,

Lin Ye had no other choice and heavily struck the confirmation key in his heart.

"Since the system does this, it must have its reasons."

"I choose C!"

Lin Ye reached his left hand into the tactical backpack, groped around for a moment, and dragged out a square, large black speaker with its outer shell pasted with sequin stickers.

This was Fatty Wang's exclusive equipment usually used to accompany aunties in the park for square dancing.

Lin Ye's fingers swiftly pressed the power button, connected his phone via Bluetooth, and turned the volume knob directly to the very top.

"Untz-untz! Untz-untz!"

The deafening heavy bass drumbeats exploded abruptly within the enclosed main hall of the ancient temple without any warning.

The power of the subwoofer was extremely high, and the powerful sound waves shook the green bricks on the ground into shivering.

Following closely, a section of Sanskrit chanting synthesized by electronic music and with a flying-fast rhythm resounded through the clouds.

"Namo he la da na duo la ye ye! Namo a li ye!"

The violent DJ dance music mixed with the chanting sounds of the Taoist and Buddhist sects, transforming into an extremely penetrating mudflow that indiscriminately baptized the eardrums of every creature present.

The black-robed old man's voice of chanting the evil curse was instantly completely submerged by this cyber electronic music.

The old man widened his eyes, his brain crashing.

The Yinshan Sect's ghost-controlling evil sound that he had bitterly cultivated for sixty years emphasized frequency resonance and the circulation of Yin Qi.

At this moment, his spell frequency was battered to pieces by these 120BPM heavy metal drumbeats.

Moreover, having lived for so many years, he had fought spells, traveled through the underworld, and even seen foreigners' musketry teams.

Yet he had uniquely never seen anyone open a rave party at an evil Buddha sacrifice scene.

Along with the crazy vibration of the heavy bass speakers,

the eerie and ghastly green ghost fires inside the main hall inexplicably flickered along with that untz-untz rhythm, forcibly switching from the "netherworld underworld style" to the "underground bar style".

The old man tried to loudly chant the 《Yinshan Soul-Hooking Curse》 to regain the right to speak.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, that 120-decibel electronic music of "Namo Amitabha Buddha" drilled into the gaps of his teeth along the air, shaking his already loosened dentures to fight wildly in his oral cavity.

"Puda!"

A yellowish fake front tooth flew right out under the impact of the sound waves, tracing a parabola and falling into the blood trough to the side.

Covering his leaky mouth, the old man widened his eyeballs even bigger than cow bells, looking at Lin Ye with a grievance-filled face.

What the hell kind of path was this?

It was supposed to be a mystic sect spell fight, how come you even brought an illegal loudspeaker?

What difference did this have from setting off firecrackers in a no-honking zone!

His spellcasting rhythm completely messed up into a ball of yarn, and the whole person was led astray by that brainwashing melody, uncontrollably muttering a sentence in his mouth: "Yo, yo... check it out?"

"Damn my early morning class! Pff!"

With his Qi and blood flowing backward, the old man opened his mouth and spewed a large mouthful of pitch-black fresh blood, his body tilting sideways as he fell straight from the cattail mat onto the ground.

Under the baptism of this earth-shattering electronic music Great Compassion Mantra, a long crack unexpectedly split open on the surface of the mud sculpture of the headless black mud evil Buddha that had just condensed malevolent Qi.

The resentful souls inside its body were shaken so dizzy by this bizarre sound wave that they couldn't tell north, south, east, or west, and their wails were all stuck in their throats.

"Damn, that really works!"

Lin Ye threw away the speaker, stepped on the Big Dipper pace, and his figure transformed into a crimson lightning bolt approaching the altar.

The soul-suppressing copper coin sword in his hand burst out with Red Lotus Karmic Fire firelight.

Borrowing the momentum of his run, he leaped high, the long sword bringing up a scorching red-gold sword radiance that heavily slashed at the crack on the evil Buddha's chest.

"Break!"

The sword blade cut into the clay statue, and the Pure Yang Qi violently exploded inside the evil Buddha.

The huge mud sculpture body disintegrated, turning into rotten mud emitting a burnt and stinky smell all over the floor.

The imprisoned resentful spirits dissolved into nothingness within the Red Lotus Karmic Fire firelight.

Lying on the ground and clutching his chest, the black-robed old man despairingly watched the evil Buddha he had refined with years of painstaking effort turn into flying ash.

He turned his head and stared fixedly at the subwoofer that was still tirelessly playing "untz-untz", his eyes revealing an incomprehensible grievance.

Leng Yue crossed the threshold, her pace composed, and walked to the front of the old man.

She raised her right leg encased in Martin boots, her sole stepping on the old man's back, applying a little force.

Instantly, the old man's spine snapped inch by inch, and he collapsed onto the ground, completely reduced to a cripple.

Leng Yue's dark red pupils glanced at the speaker flashing with colorful marquee lights, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, and a wisp of tiny Red Lotus Karmic Fire flickered from her fingertips, landing precisely on the speaker's power cord.

With a flash of firelight, the power cord melted and broke, and the deafening Cyber Great Compassion Mantra finally came to an abrupt halt.

Tranquility was restored inside the main hall...

At this time, Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan, having received the signal, also rushed into the main hall with special operations officers of The Ninth Bureau holding tactical flashlights.

Seeing the mess all over the floor and that old man who kept vomiting blood, Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan lowered the hand holding her gun slightly, her expression somewhat dazed.

She had heard that earth-shattering DJ Great Compassion Mantra outside the door just now, and thought Lin Ye had utilized some lost sound-wave magical instrument, not expecting it to actually be square dance equipment in a physical sense.

"Take the person away, don't let him die, and keep him to interrogate other strongholds of the Yinshan Sect."

Lin Ye put the soul-suppressing copper coin sword back into his backpack and pointed at the old man on the ground.

Deputy Captain Chu Hongyan waved her hand, and two officers stepped forward, binding the old man into a zongzi with special restraint garments and dragging him away.

Young Master Lu Changfeng dragged his injured left arm, limping as he walked into the main hall.

His pale face was filled with the relief of surviving a disaster; he walked quickly in front of Young Master Lu Changfeng and bowed deeply.

"Boss Lin, the grace of saving my life, Changfeng will engrave it in his innermost being. That twenty-five million, I have already asked the family finance department to urgently wire it into your account."

Young Master Lu Changfeng's tone was sincere, without a trace of his previous arrogance.

Boss Lin nodded with satisfaction; this cash machine was not only rich, but his attitude in admitting mistakes was also quite upright.

"Alright, withdraw the team. Once the bad luck of this place has dispersed completely, take those workers down and send them to the hospital."

Boss Lin patted the dust off his sleeves and turned to walk toward the deep night outside the big door.

Leng Yue and Frost Star were on his left and right respectively, quietly following by his side. The backs of the three of them were drawn extremely long under the illumination of the high-intensity flashlight.