Lin Baici immediately sensed Kim Mo’s change and was about to stop reciting the scripture but then he immediately raised his voice.
Kim Myungjin’s expression lit up with joy as she crouched back down and grabbed Kim Mo’s hand, which was like a withered branch.
It seemed as though Kim Mo had phlegm stuck in his throat, or perhaps he was too weak to make a sound. His originally sharp gaze also dimmed.
Kim Myungjin anxiously asked, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Seeing that her grandfather couldn’t respond, Kim Myungjin turned her head and looked toward Lin Baici, "Oppa, can you think of something?"
Though Kim Mo was indifferent toward Kim Myungjin, he was very kind to Jin Enxi, and the luxurious life that the Goryeo girl now enjoyed was all thanks to Kim Mo’s generosity.
Therefore, the Goryeo girl was grateful, and if there was a chance to heal Kim Mo, she would definitely try her best to seize it.
Lin Baici, however, was silent. He wasn’t a doctor, and the fact that his recitation had improved Kim Mo’s condition was like blind luck. But seeing the Goryeo girl’s eyes looking at him as if looking at a savior, Lin Baici decided to try again.
He opened the Black Tripod Bowl, took out the Bodhi Messenger’s Cassock, and draped it over himself. Although it was not particularly useful, he hoped it could slightly increase the power of his recitation.
Lin Baici was too young. Kim Mo, having just awoken, didn’t take him seriously and wanted to talk to Kim Myungjin, asking his granddaughter to call someone over because he wanted to leave his last words. But in a moment, he noticed the young man reciting the scripture.
It was this scripture that roused him from slumber and provided him much comfort.
Lin Baici summoned the Muscle Buddha, guessing it probably wouldn’t be much help, but might serve well as a formidable guardian deity.
Upon seeing the Muscle Buddha clad only in tight shorts, Kim Mo’s eyelids twitched violently. What was this thing? A monster? Or some kind of mysterious evil Buddha?
The Muscle Buddha looked on coldly, its gaze sweeping over Kim Mo. Its steely-eyed look gave Kim Mo the feeling that it was a Demon-Subduing Pestle rolling over his entire body, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.
The Muscle Buddha could see things Lin Baici couldn’t. In its eyes, there were irregular, jelly-like creatures clinging to Kim Mo’s body. These beings had no eyes, only big mouths, gnawing away at the life force emanating from Kim Mo.
The Muscle Buddha looked toward Lin Baici.
Lin Baici was surprised; the look in its eyes seemed inquisitive and communicative, as if the Muscle Buddha had developed a consciousness, something that hadn’t happened before.
But Lin Baici could not understand the meaning behind the Muscle Buddha’s gaze.
Lin Baici uttered three words without giving any specific commands.
Suddenly, the Muscle Buddha stepped forward, approached the bed, and then its bowl-like fist thundered out.
The Buddha’s fist is unbeatable, exorcising spirits and dispelling curses!
An eerie scream abruptly rose up and then disappeared just as quickly. It was brief and frantic, and if one didn’t listen carefully, it could be mistaken for an illusion.
The fistwind howled, blowing away Kim Mo’s hair and the bedding on him. However, there was no sign of panic on his face, rather, there was immense surprise because he felt much lighter after the punch.
Kim Mo stared straight at Lin Baici, wanting to ask for help, but he could only make a hoarse ’he’ sound. This made his expression become agitated.
The housemaid felt the breeze from the punch and instinctively looked up to see the imposing figure of the Muscle Buddha, which immediately filled her field of vision.
Under the influence of the Buddhist scripture, she didn’t panic.
She didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t stop her from feeling reverence and piety, even if it was an evil Buddha.
Kim Myungjin saw the Muscle Buddha’s punch and felt invigorated; could there be hope?
Lin Baici frowned and sized up Kim Mo, then looked around the master bedroom. "What was Muscle Buddha hitting at? Could there be some invisible monster that even I can’t see?"
The Eater God had said that Kim Mo was suffering from a curse. Could the Muscle Buddha actually hit an invisible and intangible curse?
Lin Baici took out the Ask God Turtle Shell, a Taboo thing that also fell under the category of curses.
"Turtle shell divination, asking the spirits for guidance."
A voice purposefully elongating its tone rang out, sounding mysterious and unfathomable.
"Stop the nonsense and just check out what’s wrong with him?"
"I’m a high priest, spiritualist, shaman... but definitely not a doctor!"
Had it eyes, the spirit would have rolled them at Lin Baici a hundred times over.
"Do you believe I’d smash you?"
Lin Baici threatened to throw the turtle shell to the ground.
"Cursed and dying, he can’t be cured, just wait for death, goodbye!"
After speaking, the Ask God Turtle Shell fell silent, showing no interest in divining for the dying.
Upon hearing this, Kim Myungjin’s tears immediately welled up in her eyes.
Kim Mo also turned pale, his body still trembling. He struggled to speak, longing for help, asking Lin Baici not to give up.
"Is there really no way?"
Lin Baici asked again.
The usually chatty turtle shell, always eager to offer divinations, now played dead.
Lin Baici hadn’t given up. After pondering for a moment, he took out a metal oil lamp.
The lamp was styled in medieval Gothic fashion, with figures of Western gods and demons engraved on its black metal body. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel(ꜰ)ire.net
This was Lin Baici’s reward from a maid-themed video game.
It was called Ghostly Oil Lamp and didn’t need lighting; two breaths on it, and it would light up automatically.
When the God Hunter held this lamp, he could see things invisible to the naked eye. When passing graveyards, old mansions, or derelict castles, one must never use it, or it would turn into a live-action horror film.
[Tsk, what does a female ghost taste like? I really want to chew on one and see!]