As night fell.
The once pure land of Buddhism had transformed into a demonic lair teeming with demons and ghosts.
Cobwebs covered the empty room, and broken chairs and tables were covered in dust.
Unlike Ao Qing, Fa Hai did not sweep away the dust in the room.
He only cleared a small space for meditation.
His crimson kasaya embroidered with gold threads was neatly folded, and a crystal rosary lay on top.
Fa Hai, wearing only a single garment, sat in quiet meditation.
A sweet, alluring voice, like the chirping of a nightingale, drifted from outside, calling out to the monk inside.
They were calling out to the monk in the room, inviting him to share the pleasures of the mortal world with them.
Fa Hai’s chanting paused slightly.
His sharp eyes slowly opened, revealing cold black pupils.
He had no tolerance for demons.
Every call from these vile creatures.
Only hastened their demise.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Fa Hai chanted, suppressing his anger and cutting off the rage in his mind.
Such a demonic lair.
It must contain a great demon who would bring havoc upon the world.
Fa Hai was waiting for her.
“Hehehe~”
A silvery giggle rang out, and a ghost, emboldened by her companions, finally burst through the door.
The female ghost was barely twenty, with a powdered face, scarlet lips, and jet-black hair like clouds. Her eyes held a hint of shyness.
She looked at Fa Hai as she entered, her gaze lingering, and said softly:
“Little Master, it’s late and cold. Why are you here, alone in such a desolate place, meditating?”
Fa Hai’s chanting continued uninterrupted, ignoring the audacious ghost.
The female ghost, growing even bolder, stepped on the Yin wind and floated closer.
Buzz!!
The crystal rosary on the crimson kasaya suddenly emitted a blinding light.
The boundless Buddha light illuminated the cold chamber.
Vaguely, the sound of thousands of monks chanting could be heard.
“Ah!!!”
The bold female ghost screamed, her beautiful face melting away in an instant, revealing the hideous demon beneath.
The next moment.
The female ghost, enveloped in Buddha light, exploded with a bang, turning into wisps of smoke that slowly dissipated.
The rosary dropped, the Buddha light receded, and the chanting subsided.
The simple, cramped room returned to stillness.
The young monk continued chanting, his voice unwavering.
This display seemed to frighten the ghosts outside, silencing the chirping and chattering.
In another room of Lanruo Temple.
Ao Qing lay back leisurely, a juicy peach in his hand, watching the beautiful ghost in the room with amusement.
She was a girl of fifteen or sixteen.
She was clothed only in a narrow, palm-wide chest wrap and a short skirt barely covering her private parts, revealing large swaths of white skin.
She was dancing, spinning like a whirlwind, her eyes filled with amorous glances.
After a long time, the dance ended, and the beautiful ghost looked at Ao Qing with affection.
“Master, how was my dance?”
Ao Qing took a bite of the peach, shook his head disdainfully, and said:
“Mediocre. You undressed too early. There’s no real seductive charm. Send in your next sister.”
The beautiful ghost paused as she climbed onto the bed, her eyes flashing with anger.
“Master, are you mocking me?”
Ao Qing waved his hand, smiling.
“How could I? Look at my face. Do you think I’m the kind of guy who would be picky?”
The beautiful ghost stared at Ao Qing’s face.
After a long silence, she snorted angrily and turned to leave.
Damn it!
She actually found this man’s words reasonable.
Ao Qing watched the beautiful ghost leave.
There were no more ghosts lining up outside.
But where was Xiaoqian?
Could she have gone to Fa Hai?
Tsk, that monk is not the type to be kind to beautiful women.
Ao Qing thought but didn’t bother to check.
If Xiaoqian was trapped in this demonic lair, it wouldn’t make much difference whether she fell into Fa Hai’s hands or his.
Among the previous ghosts, there was no shortage of beautiful ones.
But you see.
Ao Qing had a phobia of germs. Even if Xiaoqian came, he would eventually send her off to be reincarnated.
Therefore, he would not touch any of the ghosts here.
Now, let’s see if Fa Hai could resist breaking his vows, and if Tree Demon Granny’s patience was enough.
Ao Qing wouldn’t get intimate with these ghoul spirits.
“Ah, a peaceful night.”
Ao Qing yawned and fell into a deep sleep.
…
Jinling, Wang Family.
Ever since witnessing the evil ghost’s skin-changing act.
Wang Mu had quietly told Wang Sheng and Wang Fu.
This scared both of them.
Wang Sheng also recalled the nights of revelry. When he imagined the delicate face of the woman transforming into an evil ghost…
Ugh~
Wang Sheng nearly threw up the last night’s dinner.
The three of them discussed the matter.
Wang Fu and Wang Mu, finding an excuse to visit relatives, left for their relatives’ home during the day.
Wang Sheng, traveling lightly, began to search for a skilled exorcist.
Without hesitation, Wang Sheng remembered the West Lake Dragon King he had encountered that day, and immediately rode his horse towards Yu Hang.
As for the skin-changing ghost, she stayed in the Wang Family and suddenly had a change of heart.
Slap!
The evil ghost smashed her vanity with a slap, her eyes filled with rage.
“You ungrateful, heartless scholar!”
“I was planning on just taking some of your life essence every day, but now you’ve gone too far. I’d be a fool to let you live if I don’t eat your heart and liver!”
After saying that, she waited until nightfall, then chased after Wang Sheng, searching for him.
In no time.
She found Wang Sheng, a sinister smile on her face, and followed him.