When I asked what to do now, Azambudan said that when he was casting a spell in front of the statue, he could sense a yin spirit, but unlike a normal yin spirit, this yin spirit seemed to respond with a spell. Kaohsiung asked, "Could it be that when you cast the spell, that guy sensed it nearby and responded with the same spell?" I said yes, otherwise Azanbudan's spell was so low, and it was separated by a door and a wall, how could that guy hear it so quickly, unless he was a good ear.

Azanbudan shook his head: "It shouldn't be the person who is casting a spell, because the speed of this response is at the same time as I cast the spell, not one after the other." It's like ringing a bell, you can hear it when you knock it, so it could only be that there is something wrong with the statue. "I said that the statue is just a clay fetus, even if it is blessed with ghosts, and even mixed with yin materials such as bone meal, at most it is a spirit, how can it respond with a yin spell.

Kaohsiung looked at me: "Unless it's a cultivator." Azan Budan also nodded, and when I heard these three words, I immediately asked if the cultivator ghost didn't mean the soul of the practitioner after death, could it be that someone blessed the yin spirit of the dead Azan into that statue?

"I'm afraid it's not that simple," replied Azambudan, "It's very difficult for the Yin Spirit of the Dharma Cultivator to be completely attached to other materials, only by itself, such as corpse bones. ”

I didn't understand much for a while, and Kaohsiung asked, "Do you suspect it?" and Azambudan nodded again. Kaohsiung beckoned us to enter the temple, and I asked the guy if he would hear it again not long after he had just fallen asleep, and what would he do then. Kaohsiung smiled and said to reassure me that he would definitely not bother us to visit the idol again. I was surprised and remembered the dagger in Kaohsiung's hand again.

Entering the temple again, the three of us came to the small hall, where Azambudan sat cross-legged in front of the statue and continued to chant mantras. I walked to the door in the corner, pushed it with my hand, and the door opened the crack in response, I was shocked: "This, this ......" Kaohsiung motioned for me not to make a sound, I had to stop asking, knowing that he must have done something, hoping to just knock that guy unconscious instead of stabbing him to death, after all, it is murder, although not in China, but far away in the mountains of Malaysia.

After a few minutes of chanting, I suddenly heard a strange sound from next door, bang, bang, bang, and a little muffled, as if someone was slamming the door in the next room. Kaohsiung walked to the door, opened it and walked in, I couldn't help but follow behind, inside was a corridor, lit with two thick candles, and two other doors, and the sound of bangbang came from one of them. But the door was held diagonally by a thick stick, and at the other end of the stick was a wooden cabinet that was used to hold the stick from being removed.

"Open the door! bastard!" the people in the room began to yell. Kaohsiung walked over to carefully inspect the stick, then came back with a relaxed face and waved his hand at me, indicating that it was okay. When we returned to the small hall, we saw that Azambudan had stood up, staring at the statue in distraction. Kaohsiung asked what was wrong, and Azanbudan said that it was best to take off the head, so that it would be good to cast spells, and if you were lucky, you could directly bless Cheng Yuye.

Kaohsiung smiled and said, "That's the best, this trip is really not in vain." He led me out of the door again, and told me to look around for tools to remove the statue's head intact. At this time, I already understood that the statue was probably a human skeleton molded into it, some like the physical Buddha in a Chinese temple, no wonder the statue happened to be life-size. I found a utility room with tools in it, and in addition to brooms and mops, there were also shovels and pickaxes. Take out the shovel, Kaohsiung said okay, that's it. Then he pointed to a wooden cabinet against the wall, and moved it with me to the side door of the small hall, and then put the wooden cabinet down and carried it in.

In this process, the people in the bedroom are still scolding, first Chinese and then Thai, and then Malay, anyway, I don't understand, I don't bother to pay attention to him, there is Kaohsiung present, we are still worried that we can't beat him, and we are not afraid to cast spells, there is Azambudan.

Putting the wooden cabinet back up, I crouched down, and Kaohsiung stepped on my shoulders to climb up, swinging a shovel to shovel the statue's neck. The clay tires of this statue are not very thick, and they are much easier to get than I expected. After only a dozen strokes, the head of the statue fell, and Azanbudan had already taken it with his hand below, and looked at it carefully. Kaohsiung and I also leaned over to take a look, only to see that the neck section of the head of the statue really showed the cervical vertebrae. I thought to myself, these two people are really experienced, and they can already guess that there is a corpse hidden in the statue.

Azambudan put the head of the statue on the ground, and Kaohsiung and I went out to look for tools and other things, and finally found a small hammer and came back. The man was still yelling in the bedroom, and in various languages, Kaohsiung snorted, "I'm not fucking tired!" Azanbudan took the hammer and carefully tapped the head of the statue from all angles, and the mud tires peeled off, revealing the skull inside. Before, I was worried about whether the statue was molded directly into the corpse in the first place, in which case, when it was opened, it would be a human head instead of a bone. Now I was relieved to see that there were only bones and no flesh and skin in it, and it seemed that this man had rotted into white bones after his death, and then he was molded into the statue.

In a short time, the mud tires were all knocked out, but there were still some small residues. Azambudan took the skull, and the three of us entered through the side door, Kaohsiung guarded the bedroom, and I first found a long-handled screwdriver in the utility room, and then found several large plastic buckets in the kitchen, which were full of clean water. Azanbudan used a screwdriver to remove all the remaining mud tires attached to the skull, knocked out the jawbone, and finally put it in a plastic bucket to wash it several times.

After taking it out and returning to the small hall, Azambudan sat cross-legged in front of the headless statue, asked me for the dagger, cut the middle finger of his left hand, and carefully wrote several mantras on the top of the skull with the blood that flowed out, like words and patterns. While writing, Azambudan recited the mantra in a low voice.

At this moment, I heard the cursing next door suddenly stop, and Azambudan immediately pressed the top of the skull with his right palm and raised the volume of the mantra. I hurriedly ran out of the side door and saw Kaohsiung standing by the door of the bedroom, putting his ear to the crack in the door and listening.

"Is that the man casting a spell too?" I asked in a low voice. Kaohsiung nodded, I said if you want to interfere, Kaohsiung waved his hand and said to take a look at the situation first, after all, Azanbudan will be a ghost king faction, even if it is not complete, it is estimated that there is no big problem in dealing with that guy, if it really doesn't work, rush in and kill him, this kind of person is not a pity.