The dogs outside barked more and more excitedly, and Zhou Fu felt something was wrong, fearing that something bad was about to happen.
Wang Ming swallowed the noodles in his mouth and said, "Eat quickly, or the noodles will get mushy."
Zhou Fu looked speechlessly at Wang Ming. This was already his third bowl.
If you keep eating like this, you'll eat all the noodles at Master's house.
Outside the main gate.
Yu Daohen watched the talisman on his chest slowly losing its spiritual power, feeling extremely anxious. He looked at the wandering ghosts behind him and said, "Everyone, do me a favor. You won't be shortchanged when I return to my senses."
One of the ghosts snorted and said, "Get real. You're a Taoist priest. When you return to your senses, you'll be the first to get rid of us."
In fact, his words were not unreasonable. Given Yu Daohen's vengeful nature, he would definitely deal with them thoroughly after returning to his senses.
Yu Daohen's brows furrowed, and he cursed, "When I return to my senses, you'll be the first ones I deal with."
Looking at the sky that had completely brightened, Zhou Fu became worried. "Holy Master, do you think something happened to my Master?"
Wang Ming took a sip of the noodle soup and waved his hand. "That's impossible. With your Master's strength, as long as he doesn't encounter those perverts from the underworld, he should be fine."
After speaking, Wang Ming shook his head again. "But then again, it's hard to say. That guy is famous for being a troublemaker, so it's possible something really happened."
Hearing this, Zhou Fu became even more worried. "Could it be that General Huo didn't back my Master?"
Wang Ming pondered, stroking his chin. "That's possible."
"No, I need to find someone to help," Zhou Fu slammed the table and got up, ready to find someone.
Wang Ming signaled Zhou Fu to sit down. "It's probably too late to find someone now."
Zhou Fu's expression turned grim. "Then what do we do now?"
Wang Ming narrowed his eyes and said, "I have a way we can try."
Hearing this, Zhou Fu became excited. "What way?"
Wang Ming's expression turned serious. "Have you heard of the Buddhist soul-summoning technique?"
"Buddhist soul-summoning technique?" Zhou Fu was a bit bewildered.
He knew about soul-summoning techniques, but he didn't know the difference between the Buddhist soul-summoning technique and ordinary soul-summoning techniques.
Outside the main gate, Yu Daohen was extremely anxious and shouted towards the inside of the gate.
But because the dog kept barking, his voice was drowned out.
Yu Daohen was somewhat puzzled.
Could it be that Zhou Fu couldn't hear the commotion outside?
Little did he know, if Zhou Fu had only gone out to take a look, he would have found Yu Daohen.
Wang Ming nodded. "That's right. Although the Buddhist soul-summoning technique is not one of the five ultimate Buddhist skills, it can overwhelm most soul-summoning techniques in the martial world."
Hearing Wang Ming's explanation, Zhou Fu was overjoyed and quickly said, "Then what are we waiting for? Holy Master, hurry up and act! The sun is about to rise completely."
Wang Ming shook his head, his expression turning slightly grim. "Helping is not a problem, but this soul-summoning technique is very draining... you know."
Seeing Wang Ming's awkward demeanor, Zhou Fu immediately realized.
This tone sounded so familiar.
"Holy Master, you're not going to charge money, are you?" Zhou Fu asked.
Wang Ming looked embarrassed. "Ah, hahaha, you say that."
Zhou Fu was instantly speechless.
They say that monks practice compassion, so why are they suddenly charging money!
However, judging by Wang Ming's tone, was there something different about this soul-summoning technique?
Wang Ming was not lying. The Buddhist soul-summoning technique was indeed stronger than ordinary soul-summoning techniques.
But as for how much stamina it consumed, that depended on the individual.
Wang Ming was not weak; all his techniques were offensive, such as the Vajra Palm.
He was completely incapable of using auxiliary techniques.
"How much do you plan to charge, Holy Master?" Zhou Fu asked.
Wang Ming coughed and held up five fingers. "Five hundred thousand."
As soon as he said this, Zhou Fu was stunned and couldn't even speak properly. "F-five hundred thousand?"
Damn it, this guy must be crazy for money.
This was five hundred thousand! Even a top expert on the Black List wouldn't cost that much.
Wang Ming looked slightly embarrassed. "Five hundred thousand is a bit much, but it's nothing compared to your Master's life."
He knew that the price of five hundred thousand was outrageously high. He would feel guilty if he cheated others, but he had no burden whatsoever when it came to cheating Yu Daohen.
He was even a little happy about it.
Zhou Fu hesitated for a moment and then nodded. "Okay, I agree. But let's be clear, this money is owed by my Master, not me."
Wang Ming nodded and agreed. "Alright, let's start quickly."
He didn't care. As long as he got the five hundred thousand, it was fine.
They entered the house and looked at Yu Daohen lying on the bed. Wang Ming extended two fingers, and a dazzling light condensed at his fingertips as he chanted.
The Buddhist soul-summoning technique was not limited by distance. Not to mention the underworld, even if a soul ascended to heaven, it could still be summoned back.
But the prerequisite was one's own strength.
Zhou Fu looked at Wang Ming's aura mobilizing at his fingertips, and he was slightly surprised.
But this didn't seem worth five hundred thousand.
Wang Ming then pointed his two fingers at Yu Daohen's forehead and roared, "Come!"
Outside the main gate, the sun slowly rose.
The talisman on Yu Daohen's chest completely lost its spiritual power.
Seeing this, the wandering ghosts swarmed forward.
Yu Daohen watched the charging ghosts and slowly closed his eyes, sighing inwardly.
Was he, the dignified Yu Daohen, going to die like this?
Suddenly, Yu Daohen felt a suction force from behind him.
The moment Yu Daohen turned his head, he was directly sucked away by this force.
"What the hell!"
Yu Daohen was full of surprise, but by the time he reacted, his soul had already returned to his body.
Zhou Fu watched his Master's soul suddenly drill back into his body and couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy crap, is this Buddhist soul-summoning technique that awesome?"
Wang Ming himself was also dumbfounded.
He was summoned back so quickly?
He hadn't even exerted himself yet.
Yu Daohen slowly opened his eyes and saw a strange figure.
Wang Ming showed his signature sly smile. "Benefactor Yu, we meet again."
Yu Daohen looked at Wang Ming and didn't react for a moment. "Which prison's reformatory inmate are you?"
Hearing this, Wang Ming's mouth twitched a few times, and he said unhappily, "Benefactor Yu truly has a poor memory."
Hearing the familiar voice, Yu Daohen carefully looked at the bald monk in the leather jacket and blue jeans.
But seeing that it was Wang Ming, Yu Daohen's mouth widened in shock, unable to believe his eyes. "Holy crap, are you Wang Ming?"
Wang Ming naturally knew what Yu Daohen was shocked about, and his expression turned grim. "Authentic."
Yu Daohen looked at Wang Ming's fashionable clothes and clicked his tongue, teasing, "That's not right. Aren't you not going to be a monk at the Ten Thousand Buddha Temple of Genius?"