At the same time.
As Zhang Wei murmured.
The monks behind him were as if petrified, their mouths slightly agape, staring at the building opposite. The lecherous ghost, who was lying on the ground, screaming in pain and continuously being precisely targeted by Zhang Wei, left them stunned. Their hands, clasped in prayer, couldn't close, their fingers parted without them even realizing it.
Although they were different from Zhang Wei, being from a legitimate ghost-exorcising force and hailing from the prestigious Mount Wutai, they still humbly sought guidance from Zhang Wei after joining the Wei Dao Division, adhering to the humility of monks.
Therefore, they dared not be negligent in today's teachings from Zhang Wei, watching intently throughout, fearing they might miss any part of the lesson. Because of this, they clearly witnessed Zhang Wei sniping and exorcising ghosts.
At this moment.
They finally understood.
Why Zhang Wei wasn't guarding Wan Ling's side but was in the building opposite, why he chose to be at a higher vantage point.
It was because Zhang Wei intended to use a sniper rifle, and because... there was a saying for using a sniper rifle: 'Aim high, hit the idiot,' which was why Zhang Wei chose the higher ground.
They also finally understood.
What was the fastest and most effective method of exorcising ghosts.
It made sense, didn't it? As the saying goes, in martial arts, speed is paramount. How could a person be faster than guns and artillery?
The facts proved this to be true.
Those ghosts didn't even have time to react, nor could they pinpoint Zhang Wei's location. After being fatally hit, they instinctively tried to escape, which was exactly Zhang Wei's method of exorcising ghosts while minimizing damage.
And the effect was very significant.
Subconsciously.
They couldn't help but look at the fallen lecherous ghost. As the night wind blew, feeling a chill beneath their kasayas, a thought involuntarily surfaced in their minds... Is this what it's like to kill enemies from eight hundred miles away?
"Amitabha, sin, sin."
A monk clasped his hands in prayer, yet his gaze remained fixed on Zhang Wei, a flicker of fervor in his eyes.
After all.
What young man could resist the allure of powerful firearms? What man doesn't like guns? It's like liking Gundam; what boy hasn't dreamed of carrying a machine gun and going "da da da da da"? Even monks are no exception.
Especially just a moment ago.
With a "bang," they saw those lecherous ghosts, upon witnessing the plight of their companion, choose to flee. In response, Zhang Wei fired a shot, the bullet slicing through the night like a shooting star, heading straight for the head of one of the fleeing lecherous ghosts.
Ghost blood splattered out.
The muzzle flash pierced the lecherous ghost's forehead, and Zhang Wei shot it in the head!
The lecherous ghost fell to the ground and died with a thud.
[Ding! The lecherous ghosts are terrified.]
[Host has gained system points +80]
The feeling of firing a shot and hitting the target, especially a headshot, was enough to make one's blood boil just by watching.
At this moment.
Zhang Wei slowly spoke:
"Everyone, what are your thoughts after watching my demonstration?"
The monks nodded. One of them clasped his hands and said:
"Amitabha, Tutor Zhang, this humble monk understands. The times are progressing, and we exorcists cannot be complacent with chanting spells, peach wood swords, and chicken blood for exorcism. We should improve with the times. For example, your demonstration today, the speed and effectiveness of ghost exorcism are much faster, more accurate, and more ruthless than ordinary methods."
The other monks echoed his sentiment:
"This humble monk agrees."
"Tutor Zhang, are you trying to tell us that in martial arts, speed is paramount?"
"Amitabha, this poor monk disagrees with them. This poor monk believes Tutor Zhang is trying to tell us that we, as monks, should not be arrogant and confront ghosts head-on just because we have Buddhist golden bodies. We can also use powerful magical artifacts to exorcise ghosts."
In their words.
They wore expressions of enlightenment.
However, in the next second.
Zhang Wei shook his head and said:
"Wrong. I just want to tell you that you monks like to reason with ghosts and be compassionate, but it's best to have a gun with you, so the ghosts will listen."
With that, Zhang Wei grinned, revealing a row of white teeth:
"Because, simply put, with a gun in hand, anything within range is the truth. Even simpler, it means... within a 2500-meter range, I am your father! You have to listen to me."
"Ah, this." The monks' mouths twitched.
As monks, they really wanted to retort, but upon careful consideration, they couldn't find any reason to do so.
However.
Before they could say anything more.
They noticed that the lecherous ghosts were about to escape.
After witnessing their companion being sniped, all the lecherous ghosts panicked and fled in all directions.
However, several more gunshots rang out.
Zhang Wei, with quick hands, fired several shots in succession, breaking the legs of all the fleeing lecherous ghosts.
After doing so.
He didn't forget to say to the monks:
"See? Isn't it true that within range, I am your father, and I call the shots?"
As he finished speaking.
He put away his Barrett sniper rifle, stood up, and walked towards the stairs.
The monks were stunned. They looked at the three remaining lecherous ghosts in Wan Ling's home, who had only broken legs and were still alive:
"Tutor Zhang, aren't you going to shoot them to death?"
"No, I haven't finished my lesson for you yet, so how can I kill them all?"
Zhang Wei said, pulling out a Desert Eagle pistol from each side of his waist, and grinned:
"Let's go. Next, I'll teach you one of the methods to help people who are haunted by ghosts overcome their fear and psychological trauma related to ghosts."
Afterward.
Zhang Wei quickly led them into Wan Ling's home.
Under their dumbfounded gazes.
After Zhang Wei said a few words to Wan Ling and the others, he began to pull out his dual pistols and fire wildly at a lecherous ghost.
Flames erupted from the muzzles.
The "bang bang bang" of gunfire continued.
Not long after.
The lecherous ghost was seen leaning against the wall, looking at the countless bullet holes on its body. It tilted its head and died.
[Ding! The lecherous ghost was shot dozens of times and bled to death. Before dying, its mind was filled with a single thought: I now understand why the public security in the United States is poor. It's right that Great Xia prohibits guns.]
[Host has gained system points +40]
Then.
He handed the dual pistols to Wan Ling and Xiao Pei, letting them shoot at another lecherous ghost.
Immediately afterward.
The monks saw that Wan Ling and Xiao Pei were initially timid and afraid of the ghost. But after Zhang Wei's reassurance, they fired a shot, and the ghost screamed. Gradually, they fired shot after shot, and eventually, they were firing wildly, even laughing as they shot, their fear turning into excitement.
Even a fool could see.
The exhaustion and fear that Wan Ling had suffered from being scared by ghosts for days were all gone at this moment.
After handing Wan Ling and the others about ten magazines, Zhang Wei ignored their frenzied shooting of the lecherous ghost and walked up to the monks, pointing at Wan Ling and the others:
"Do you know why they are no longer afraid? Because 'all fear stems from insufficient firepower.' As long as they can be reassured that ghosts are not scary, or that they themselves are scarier than ghosts, their fear can be eliminated."
"Look how happily Wan Ling and the others are laughing."
"Of course, my method is a bit extreme, and I advise you not to try it. You can use other methods, such as sealing or killing the ghost in front of the victim, letting them witness firsthand that the ghost is gone under your firepower, and they will no longer be afraid. This is much more effective than chanting any calming spells."
With that said.
Zhang Wei walked to the remaining lecherous ghost. Along the way, he took out brass knuckles from his pocket and put them on:
"Next, I'll teach you the third lesson, which Captain Lin asked me to teach you: physical ghost exorcism. I think it's also necessary to learn, after all, if you don't bring enough firepower and run out, you'll have to fight hand-to-hand."
Saying this, he, wearing the brass knuckles, punched the lecherous ghost.
As he landed punch after punch on the lecherous ghost's face, Zhang Wei said leisurely:
"You've all seen how harmful these ghosts are. I think even you, as monks, must be very angry. So, don't hold back your anger, vent it on the ghosts."
"We exorcists are also human, and we should vent."
With that said.
Zhang Wei landed a punch on the lecherous ghost's nose, and the lecherous ghost immediately bled profusely:
"And the best way to vent is, of course, to beat ghosts. It feels so good to land a punch, doesn't it?"
"Come on, you guys try."
"Yeah, that's right, hit it like that, hit harder, don't be afraid we'll kill it, because ghosts are not bound by law. It's not illegal for us to hit them, so we can commit violence freely. Therefore, conversely, they have committed many evils and must be punished. Only we can punish them."
[Ding! The lecherous ghost died with its eyes wide open, never expecting to be beaten to death by a group of monks.]
[Host has gained system points +50]
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