The Buddha's Heart Passes on the Lamp: Wu Song Infused with Spiritual Power; the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

Lin Chen formed hand seals with both hands, guiding this mortal hearthfire to slowly envelop Zhang Kui's true spirit within.

The roasting began.

At the same time, he began to visualize.

He visualized the ordinary yet happy life of countless households, their kitchen fires blazing and the fragrance of food drifting through the air.

As Lin Chen visualized, wondrous phantom sounds rose within the quiet chamber, echoing through Zhang Kui's true spirit, which was steeped in baleful resentment.

"Chop, chop, chop—" This was the cheerful sound of a kitchen knife chopping vegetables on a cutting board.

"Sizzle—" This was the sound of hot oil hitting the wok, of scallions, ginger, and garlic bursting into fragrance.

"Mom, I'm hungry! When can we eat?" This was the childish, expectant chatter of a child.

"Soon, soon. Go tell your father to wash his hands and come eat!" This was a mother's gentle call, warm with the breath of everyday life.

The bustle of the marketplace, the laughter of family, the pleasantries exchanged between neighbors...

These countless sounds and scenes from the mortal world—the most insignificant, yet the most capable of striking straight at the heart—seeped thread by thread, carried by that warm hearthfire, into the depths of Zhang Kui's true spirit.

"Ah—"

A pained, violent struggle rang out from within the true spirit.

The murderous resentment that had coiled around him for countless centuries let out a faint sizzling sound as it dissolved beneath the cleansing tide of human warmth.

"Zhang Kui!"

Lin Chen's voice crossed the barriers of the mind, adding fuel to the fire deep within Zhang Kui's true spirit:

"How much longer are you going to wallow in that endless abyss of slaughter?!"

Look at the wife by your side! For the hollow name of divine investiture and the position