Chapter 42: Impersonation (Second Update: Please Subscribe)

Ling Chu whipped out the whip, and Prince Jing screamed, his eyes rolled, and his body fell limply to the ground.

When King Jing saw his son being whipped, his expression changed and he wanted to step forward to check, but was stopped by Ning Chuyi.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the prince is fine."

Prince Jing paused and glared at Ning Chuyi dissatisfied.

His son even fainted, is this okay?

Others didn't know why Ling Chu whipped Prince Jing, but Taoist Priest Qingyang's expression changed on the side.

Others didn't notice anything unusual, but he could vaguely hear Prince Jing's howl just now, and something seemed wrong.

Seeing that Princess Jing was anxious and wanted to go forward to check, Ling Chu stretched out his hand and stopped her.

"Princess, rest assured, the prince is fine."

Princess Jing was furious, and just about to get angry, she saw her son's eyes opened and he woke up.

"Why do you hit someone without saying a word?"

Prince Jing shouted angrily at Ling Chu with a dark face.

Ling Chu sneered and said disgustedly, "I hit you naturally because you stink too much."

Chang An's just-raised foot was instantly nailed to the ground like a long nail.

Originally, when he saw his eldest son being beaten, he wanted to step forward to stop him. But after hearing Miss Ling's words, he suddenly felt a chill around him, and he couldn't move any further.

Prince Jing was furious, "Wantless, do you know that I am Prince Jing?"

Ling Chu rolled her eyes at him, "Of course I know who you are, but the question is, do you know who I am?"

"Who are you……"

Prince Jing was speechless, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

Ling Chu sneered, "Why, you don't know?"

Prince Jing became angry with embarrassment, "There are so many ladies in Kyoto, how do I know who you are? I don't remember, so what's the fuss?"

Ling Chu sneered, his mouth still stiff.

"That makes sense. If you don't remember this, it really doesn't matter." Ling Chu nodded in agreement, but then changed the subject, "Okay, although they pretend to be quite similar, they are just fake. "

Prince Jing's eyes tightened, "What's fake? I don't know what you are talking about."

"I said you are not Prince Jing at all. Although you imitated his words and deeds well enough to be fake, you can't hide it from me. There is no point in pretending any longer."

Prince Jing and Princess Jing looked astonished, and their suspicious eyes flickered back and forth between Ling Chu and Prince Jing.

Taoist Master Qingyang's face was dark and gloomy. He didn't expect that he would miss.

For a moment, he wanted to stop the girl from talking.

But when he saw the whip in her hand, his eyes narrowed.

It turned out to be the Bodhi Whip.

Ling Chu didn't expect that Taoist Priest Qingyang was average in ability, but still had a good eye.

Her whip is indeed made of Bodhi branches.

But it is not an ordinary bodhi branch.

I heard from the master that there once was a Bodhi tree in Xuanqing Temple that had not aged well. The abbots of Xuanqing Temple in the past generations liked to chant sutras under the tree, and even sat under the Bodhi tree.

Her great-great-great master carefully selected this bodhi branch from the bodhi tree, refined it into a bodhi whip through special techniques, and placed it in front of the Buddha for many years before it was made.

The real purpose of this bodhi whip is to whip ghosts.

It was a magical weapon specially given to her by her master for self-defense.

"Who says I'm not Prince Jing's son? My father, mother, concubine, wet nurse, and Chang An all remember me clearly. Why am I fake?"

"If you are real, then why don't you know who I am?"

"My prince has said it before. There are so many ladies in Kyoto. If I have to memorize all the cats and dogs, wouldn't I be exhausted?"

"Well said, then why did you just give me a thousand taels of silver notes for nothing?"

Prince Jing's expression changed.

Prince Jing and his wife frowned, why are they giving away a thousand taels of silver notes for free? Isn't that a result of losing a bet?

Ling Chu sighed, it was really tiring to talk so much.

"Why, you don't know how to justify yourself? In fact, we didn't make a bet at all. If you are really Prince Jing, how could you not know that you didn't lose a thousand taels of silver at all?"

She had used magic power to whip Prince Jing earlier. But Ling Chu didn't expect that she had overestimated the weakness of this body. After the whipping, she actually felt that her soul was faintly unstable.

In order to prevent the ghost from discovering her abnormality, she eased her discomfort by talking.

Seeing that he was exposed, the ghost sneered sinisterly, "I didn't expect that you, a girl, have more magical power than that old man with a strong nose, and you could actually see it."

Prince Jing's face darkened. He didn't expect that the things attached to his son were not taken away by Taoist Qingyang.

Princess Jing's body was even more shaky. The dirty thing was still on her son's body. She even pretended to be him and deceived both her and the prince.

Ling Chu glanced at the ghost and sighed, "Human beings have different paths. Since you are dead, why didn't you go to the underworld instead of staying in the human world, and even entangled Prince Jing?

Now that you have been exposed, I advise you to let Prince Jing go and return his soul to the underworld, otherwise don't blame me for being rude. "

The puppet soul not only refused to listen, but instead advised Ling Chu, "Girl, please stop meddling in my affairs. I will never leave Prince Jing."

Seeing that the exhortation failed, Ling Chu sighed.

Forget it, I have said too much and am exhausted.

Let's do it quickly. If we delay it any longer, if we get tired and faint, then we can play Dafa.

Ling Chu tied the bodhi whip back to his waist and slowly took out a simple rattle from his sleeve pocket.

Seeing the rattle, Taoist Master Qingyang's expression changed.

What is the identity of this girl? She not only has a bodhi whip in her hand, but also a soul-soothing bell.

The ghost saw the bell and didn't know what it was, but as a puppet soul, she couldn't help turning around and trying to escape.

But how could Ling Chu let her do what she wanted.

She pinched her left hand, rang the bell with her right hand, chanted a spell, and coordinated with the Tiangang step under her feet.

When the soul-soothing bell rang, ordinary people heard the crisp sound and the lingering sound, but the female puppet felt that the whole ghost was trembling and had a splitting headache.

As the bell rang, Ling Chu's face gradually turned pale, but he could only grit his teeth and persist.

The power of the soul-soothing bell was extraordinary, and the ghost turned around and wanted to escape.

Ling Chu was about to take action, but found that the Qingyang Taoist had taken the lead and threw out a long rope to tie up the prince of Jing.

"Monster, let's see where you can escape!"

Ling Chu glanced at the Qingyang Taoist, said nothing, took out the exorcism talisman, and slapped it on the prince of Jing.

The female puppet instantly bounced off the body of Prince Jing.

Prince Jing rolled his eyes and fainted again.

Ling Chu's mouth twitched. This unlucky prince had no idea how many times he had fainted today.

The female puppet left Prince Jing's body and turned around to escape when she saw Ling Chu stop the Soul-Calming Bell.

Ling Chu took out a rope to tie up the puppet and threw it.

The female puppet was instantly tied up and couldn't move.

Ling Chu breathed a sigh of relief, put away the Soul-Calming Bell, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand.

She was really tired.

The female puppet was full of evil spirit. If she hadn't been injured by Taoist Qingyang's talisman paper before and was whipped by her with the Bodhi Whip, she might not have been so easy to control her.

Ning Chuyi saw her pale face, sweat on her forehead, and her sword-like eyebrows were tightly knitted. She thought that her body was really bad.

Seeing her son fainted again, Princess Jing couldn't help but worry about him and rushed towards him.

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