In the narrow passageway, there were only me, Si Jiangchen, and Police Officer Zhao.
The One-Eyed Buddha Mother naturally knew how to pick the softest target. Although Police Officer Zhao had a gun in his hand, he was the weakest among us. Now that Xue Shuo's ghost acupoints had been sealed by Si Jiangchen, if the One-Eyed Buddha Mother didn't escape quickly, she would surely be trapped like a turtle in a jar with no chance of getting away.
That's why she didn't hesitate to reveal her true form and fight to the death!
"Don't run!"
How could I let this scourge slip away right under my nose again? Immediately, I formed a hand seal and slapped her on the back.
The One-Eyed Buddha Mother was a divine consciousness that had been enshrined for hundreds of years. From a greedy ghost, she had transformed into an evil god capable of fulfilling people's five desires. The power of her spiritual body was already comparable to that of a deity. Moreover, this was a great Tibetan Buddhist temple, where Danba had secretly replaced the statue of the Goddess of Good Fortune with a thangka of the One-Eyed Buddha Mother. The desires of those Buddhist pilgrims with evil thoughts were like a feast for her!
So, she was only afraid of Si Jiangchen and didn't really care about my slap. All she wanted now was to seize Police Officer Zhao's body and use his identity to escape!
"Plop!"
My palm slapped on the One-Eyed Buddha Mother's bare back, and it was like a just-burnt branding iron being pressed into mutton fat. My hand sank in completely, and I firmly grasped her blue-gray soul body in my hand.
"Ao ah..."
The One-Eyed Buddha Mother let out a scream of disbelief. A single eye suddenly split open at the back of her red-haired head. Her blue-black pupils stared fixedly at me. The scream was like iron sheets scraping back and forth on a glass window. "How could this be!! How could you hurt me?!"
I was also startled by the slippery feeling on my hand. Although I had eliminated the One-Eyed Buddha Mother's avatars several times before, I had never had the feeling of grasping a physical entity like this. Looking at the red marks on my palm, weren't they the blood of Si Jiangchen that had gotten on my hand when he held it?
Without time to think further, I began to chant the Yin Five Thunder Spell.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Only by a series of coincidences could I truly catch this evil creature that had been causing harm to the world for hundreds of years. There was only one thought in my mind: destroy her! Let her be completely annihilated!! Never exist in this world again!
The thunder spell burst out from my mind. My divine consciousness, along with the blue-white electric light, suddenly penetrated into the One-Eyed Buddha Mother's jelly-like soul body. A thick purple mist immediately wrapped me tightly, trying to obscure my consciousness. But a wisp of the same blue-purple mist separated me from it in my consciousness.
I understood that this must be the avatar of the One-Eyed Buddha Mother that I had swallowed before, which had been nurtured into a part of my soul.
Now, in order to protect me, it was entangled with her main body!
I was able to continue to delve deeper into the One-Eyed Buddha Mother's soul body... It was a chaotic and lightless darkness. Countless greedy desires roared and stretched out tentacle-like evil thoughts from the void, trying to entangle me and drag me into the abyss with them.
However, there was always a wisp of warmth on my palm that spread throughout my body, allowing me to always stay clear-headed.
It was like falling, and like passing through... It seemed like only an instant had passed, and also like several lifetimes had gone by!
Finally, I saw a glimmer of light. It was a hexagonal snowflake, fluttering and dancing in front of my eyes... Then, a vast expanse of snow-capped mountains appeared deep in the One-Eyed Buddha Mother's soul body. A group of yaks huddled in a circle in the snow, snorting hot air from their noses, trying to withstand the bitter cold of the snowstorm.
"Wu wu wu wu..."
Beside the yaks, there was a thin and small girl wearing a felt jacket full of grease and stains. Her bare hands and feet were swollen and cracked from the cold, especially the large cracks on her heels, which were like the open mouths of little babies, revealing the purple flesh inside.
"I'm so hungry and cold! I want to eat something..."
The girl curled up beside the yaks, absorbing the warmth from the livestock. She didn't know how long she had been trapped in the snow. The little barley flour she had left had long been eaten up. Now, hungry, she had to gnaw on the long hair of the yaks. As she tore, a clump of hair was pulled off, revealing the bleeding skin.
The yak was in pain and tried to get up restlessly. The girl had already smelled the blood and didn't care about anything else. She hugged the yak's neck and bit and gnawed at the wound.
The yak was in pain and mooed as it got up and ran, trying to shake off the thin girl. But the girl had finally tasted the fresh and hot blood and was reluctant to let go!
She clung to the yak like a leech, swallowing the blood food in big mouthfuls...
The yak had also been trapped in the snow for several days and was too weak from hunger. Finally, it was actually bitten through the trachea of its neck by the girl and fell to the snow-covered ground. It twitched a few times and then stopped moving...
Looking at the dirty and red mess on the snow, I couldn't help but frown. What... What was this situation? Why did it appear in the One-Eyed Buddha Mother's divine consciousness?
In a flash, the scene in front of me changed again. It was a stone dungeon that was even more despairing and suffocating than the wild snowfield!
The room deep underground was full of cold and hard stones everywhere.
The little girl who had eaten raw beef was locked by a shackle that was two meters long and more than an inch thick, which bound her head and limbs.
She could only bend her body almost in half to barely catch her breath.
There was a huge bedbug crawling beside her eye, munching on the blood scab on the girl's face on its own. The itchy and painful feeling made the girl struggle, but the hands locked on both sides of her head couldn't reach her face at all. When she struggled, the shackle on the ground rubbed against the stones, making a harsh sound.
"You little bastard!"
The harsh noise attracted a man in a traditional Tibetan robe. He held a whip in his hand and, under the dim oil lamp in the dungeon, whipped the girl's thin body hunched behind the wooden shackle a few times. "How dare you steal the headman's cow? You're really tired of living!"
"Headman?!"
I was stunned again. With my limited cultural knowledge, I only vaguely remembered that the term "headman" was used to refer to local nobles like chiefs in the old Tibetan era.
Was this... Was this the past of the One-Eyed Buddha Mother?
This thought suddenly flashed through my mind... However, I immediately denied my own speculation.
The legend of the One-Eyed Buddha Mother was not like this. She was the daughter of a headman, rich and powerful, and had many handsome and strong lovers! Finally, her promiscuity made her parents dissatisfied, and they cursed her day and night to the sky, which turned the One-Eyed Buddha Mother's beautiful appearance into the ugly and hideous face seen by later generations.
Now, the little girl in front of me looked like a slave at the bottom of the old Tibetan society. There was not the slightest resemblance to the beautiful and wealthy Buddha Mother!!