122: Chapter 122 A Manifestation Before the Public

Han Jingyang didn't really need things like an altar, nor did he need to put on a show.

But for the sake of ceremony, he would set up a proper altar when needed; it was also a way to find a place for the props he brought.

He couldn't just leave them randomly on the floor or the bedside table, right?

Although it wouldn't affect the effect, it lacked Majesty.

This is metaphysics, after all; the more metaphysics elements, the better. Whether they are useful or not is secondary.

How do so many scammers manage to con people out of so much money?

It's precisely because they perform the rituals with such dedication and put on such a convincing act that they succeed time and time again.

Han Jingyang isn't a scammer, but he believes these scammers have quite a few commendable traits.

He set up the table.

He spread out the red cloth.

Han Jingyang placed the props he had brought over one by one.

To ensure nothing went wrong, he even invited the seated statue of the Zhenwu Emperor over.

Anyway, Jiguang Zhai was under renovation, and he figured the old gentleman, the Zhenwu Emperor, probably wanted to come out for some fresh air and peace and quiet.

The seated statue of the Zhenwu Emperor was placed in the center.

The jade guan gong statue was on the left.

The boxwood carved standing statue of guan gong was on the right.

In front, he placed a Kangxi bronze incense burner.

Beside it, he also placed the tianpeng ruler and the bagua mirror.

He also plucked some fruit from a premium fruit basket—he didn't know who sent it—to offer.

Finally, he lit three sticks of sandalwood incense and inserted them into the bronze incense burner.

As the blue smoke curled upwards.

Han Jingyang grabbed the tianpeng ruler and slammed it hard onto the table.

"Snap—"

A crisp and heavy sound echoed in the room.

Everyone was startled.

The old man lying on the bed in a coma seemed to instantly regain consciousness, struggling to climb up as if he wanted to fight Han Jingyang to the death, only his eyes were rolled back, his movements stiff, and after struggling for a long time, he couldn't even get off the bed.

But everyone else was terrified.

"Dad—"

"Dad? Calm down."

"Mr. Han?"

"Stop quickly, the patient can't handle this stimulation."

Han Jingyang's expression was solemn as he barked, "Hold him down—"

Liu Jing, who had been standing quietly, rushed over upon hearing this, pushed Li Jianliang, Li Jianfen, and the others aside, and easily pressed the old man back onto the bed.

But the old man was still struggling, eyes rolling, baring his teeth, and making intermittent "ho ho" sounds and slurred words, as if cursing someone.

Han Jingyang was also startled.

Damn!

Good thing he had seen big scenes before.

Otherwise, he would have really been scared by this old man.

It was exactly like the legends of demonic possession.

It looked creepy.

Thinking this, he turned his head to Li Jianjun, who was still relatively calm, and said, "Boss Li, restrain your family members. With me here, no problems will occur, but if there is interference from others, I will not be responsible for any accidents."

Li Jianjun nodded and shouted towards the door, "Come in, control them—"

Two young men immediately rushed in from outside, and by persuading and supporting, they dragged Li Jianliang and Li Jianfen away from the hospital bed.

Han Jingyang took a deep breath, holding the compass in his left hand and the sanqing bell in his right, and walked towards the old man on the hospital bed.

While walking, he shook the bell.

The monotonous and urgent ringing of the sanqing bell echoed in the room, surprisingly sounding somewhat pleasant.

But to the ears of the struggling old man, it triggered an even stronger reaction.

The struggle, which originally had little strength, became increasingly forceful, to the point where even Liu Jing almost couldn't control him.

Although Li Jianjun was still standing firmly, seeing his father looking like a demon, he couldn't help but show a pained expression.

Li Jianfen, the Li Jianliang brothers, and others were even more unable to bear it.

Han Jingyang, however, had no time to spare.

Because he, too, was startled by the situation in front of him.

It was his first time seeing such a scene.

Although it wasn't huge, it was too eerie.

If he weren't certain that there were no ghosts in this world, he would have really believed it.

But even if it wasn't that kind of ghost, this thing was no pushover and was hard to deal with.

He had to settle this quickly.

Thinking of this, he barked, "Manifestation of Holiness!"

As these words left his mouth, everyone present suddenly felt the scene before them change; a layer of black energy appeared on the old man, who had been making fierce expressions and strange movements, especially around his head, where wisps of black energy were emerging with the vibration of the bell.

They also saw that the seated statue of the Zhenwu Emperor and the two statues of Guan Gong on the table were radiating an awe-inspiring power, especially the seated statue of the Zhenwu Emperor, which was covered in purple energy, possessing a Majesty and dominance that made people afraid to look directly at it.

The two statues of Guan Gong, the bronze incense burner, the tianpeng ruler, as well as the sanqing bell and compass in Han Jingyang's hands were all emitting lights of various colors—mysterious and magnificent—a scene they had never seen before.

Li Jianliang couldn't help but swallow hard.

Li Jianfen had fiery eyes, staring fixedly at Han Jingyang, who was busy working.

Li Jianjun was slightly better, but there was a hint of shock in his eyes as well.

As for Director Wang, the two nurses, and the guards holding onto Li Jianliang and his sister, they were already stunned.

The impact of this scene on them was simply too great.

The kind where their worldview collapses.

Han Jingyang had no time to care about their reactions; after activating Manifestation of Holiness, doing anything would be enough to stun these ignorant people.

Entering the state of Manifestation of Holiness.

He shook the bell more urgently and violently, walking towards the hospital bed while shaking, and shook it fiercely close to the old man's head.

The dense ringing sounded, and the blue aura from the bell transformed into tangible sound waves, rushing towards the old man in wave after wave.

If the old man was a black reef.

Then the aura emitted by the sanqing bell was the blue ocean waves.

Were the waves stronger?

Or was the reef more tenacious?

Han Jingyang also frowned.

This thing was not easy to handle.

It was very strong.

Relying solely on the "Evil-Warding" attribute of the sanqing bell was not quite enough.

After all, the sanqing bell was only a Grade 6 blue prop, only stronger than the lowest-grade Grade 7 white props.

In the past, when he hadn't encountered strong enemies, it was barely usable.

This time, he had bumped into a tough nut to crack.

Then he would use a Grade 5 green prop, or use a skill.

He didn't believe he couldn't cure this ghostly thing.

Since he finally had an opportunity for a Manifestation of Holiness in front of others, he couldn't drop the ball.

But which one was suitable?

Han Jingyang thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and took out the Hetian white jade Tathagata Buddha pendant that the monk Kongyun had just given him from his pocket.

He shouted loudly, "Great Sun Light—"

Before the sound faded.

A blinding light shot out from the pendant, as if it were the light of the real sun; one could almost feel the scorching, stinging sensation.

The white light flashed and disappeared.

Han Jingyang didn't even understand what had happened.

He looked at the Tathagata Buddha pendant again, and it had actually cracked directly.

This was... the prop grade was too low and the skill grade was too high, resulting in insufficient energy, and forcing the use of the skill caused the prop to shatter directly?

Damn!

That was a huge loss!

No, he had to charge more.

1.2 million was not enough!

Such an overbearing skill was worth at least a million on its own.

Thinking this, Han Jingyang looked at the old man again; he had stopped moving, but his chest was heaving violently, clearly still alive, but that struggle just now had given the old man quite a workout; he probably hadn't done such intense exercise in many years.

Turning his head to look at Li Jianjun and the others, he saw they were all covering their eyes, not yet recovered from that overbearing "Great Sun Light" just now.

Actually, there was no need to cover their eyes at all.

That wasn't a physically intense light; even if hit directly, it wouldn't cause the slightest damage to the retina.

But their primordial spirits would definitely be stimulated.

But if the primordial spirit was stimulated, covering the eyes was useless.

Thinking this, he coughed, "You can open your eyes now."