As the yin energy in the air grew heavier.
Whispers of sweet fragrance wafted on the wind.
The overgrown mountain path had transformed into a paved road of blue stone.
Women dressed in colorful garments, a bevy of beauties, arrived in a cloud of intoxicating fragrance.
Fa Hai glanced at them, his brow furrowed.
“Why are these ghosts different from yesterday? What is that makeup on their faces?”
Ao Qing shaded his eyes with his hand and chuckled.
“It's nothing. I gave them a little shock.”
The female ghosts with their newly applied heavy makeup were, of course, those who had been rejected by Ao Qing yesterday.
It seemed they were hoping to get back at him.
Ao Qing waved his hand and turned back to reinforce the barrier around Xiao Qian.
“Keep an eye on those two, make sure those ghosts don't actually eat them, I’ll go check on Xiao Qian.”
Fa Hai, with his rosary hanging from his left hand, clasped his palms together in a salute.
“Amitabha.”
Inside the room, Xiao Qian was holding a cup, sipping water, and hastily set it down when she saw Ao Qing enter.
“En Gong.”
Ao Qing sat on the edge of the bed, using only his sense of touch to take her pulse.
The girl’s pulse was steady, but she was still weak.
Xiao Qian sat on the bed, tilting her head slightly to look at Ao Qing.
The candle on the table flickered, reflecting in the girl's eyes, illuminating her black pupils.
After taking her pulse, Ao Qing reached out and gently brushed a strand of Xiao Qian's hair.
“Things might get a bit chaotic later, so stay in the room and don't move.”
Xiao Qian nodded vigorously, her voice soft but resolute.
“Xiao Qian will listen to En Gong.”
Ao Qing smiled, pinched the girl’s cheek and rubbed it gently, teasing her.
“Listen to me? Do you listen to everything I say?”
Xiao Qian, her face pinched, pouted her lips and blinked at Ao Qing.
“Y-yes, whatever En Gong says, Xiao Qian will listen.”
Ao Qing released her, gently squeezed the girl’s nose and said softly:
“Then I’ll let you go to sleep peacefully. I’ll take you home after I deal with things here.”
Xiao Qian tilted her head and nodded serenely.
Ao Qing reassured Xiao Qian and went outside to find Fa Hai.
Fa Hai, using a spell, levitated in the air, his faintly golden Dharma eyes pierced through illusions.
Ao Qing stood beside him, also opening his Dharma eyes, looking at Yan Chi Xia and Xia Hou.
Within the grand hall of Lanruo Temple, the Buddha statue was missing, leaving only broken stones and fragments.
Yin energy swirled within the hall, turning the once sacred Buddhist temple into a hedonistic hell of wine and flesh.
Hundreds of female ghosts surrounded Yan Chi Xia and Xia Hou.
These beauties, each with their own unique charm, were either drinking or singing, indulging in earthly pleasures.
Yan Chi Xia, though still able to maintain a clear mind, was stripped of his outer garments and forced to kiss by the ghosts.
Xia Hou, however, was unable to resist, his face flushed, his lower region bulging like a tent, clearly on the verge of losing his virtue.
Ao Qing flew in the air, his gaze suddenly turning towards the west.
At the same time, Fa Hai clasped his hands together and woke up Xia Hou below.
Xia Hou, who had already begun to take off his pants, was startled, a look of unspeakable fear in his eyes.
Ao Qing ignored the two below, his gaze following a unique strand of yin energy moving through the air.
“It’s coming.”
Fa Hai immediately stepped forward, crossing a hundred feet of void, his hand forming a substantial golden Buddha light, striking down with a palm.
Oom!
The world shook violently.
A giant golden Buddha light hand, larger than any mountain, illuminated the heavens, pushing aside the dark clouds.
Below the hand, a shapeless figure, neither male nor female, materialized, looking up at the hand in the sky with a solemn expression.
“You, a mere monk, yesterday you killed my little ghosts, and today you dare attack me? Do you think I can’t kill you?”
As the words fell.
Mountains shook, countless black tree roots broke through the earth and charged towards the descending Buddha hand.
Boom!
A violent roar echoed through the sky.
The Buddha hand and the tree roots collided instantly.
In the sky, Fa Hai’s expression was cold, his raised left hand slowly pressed down.
The Buddha light became even more violent.
Pressed under the golden light Buddha hand, the tree demon’s expression turned even colder, it roared in a shrill voice:
“Monk! Die!”
As the words left its mouth, the ground of Guo Bei County began to shake.
Slowly, a towering old tree, countless feet tall, emerged from the earth.
The moment it appeared, the old tree violently swayed, its falling leaves turning into a storm that enveloped the Buddha hand.
Once again, the Buddha light and the demonic power clashed.
Seeing this, Fa Hai snorted.
“Hmph! You dare to show off your petty tricks in front of me, Da Wei Tian Long!”
As he spoke, Fa Hai’s robe flew out, transforming into a huge curtain that covered the entire sky and earth.
The massive tree demon was like a weed under the robe.
Bathed in Buddha light, Fa Hai’s upper body was bare, revealing a dragon tattoo on his chest, its blood-red eyes, its golden scales, and its powerful aura.
“Go!”
Fa Hai roared, the dragon on his body roared, carrying with it countless rays of Buddha light, attacking the tree demon.
Ao Qing stayed in place, watching the golden dragon and the tree demon fighting, he couldn't help but make a sound.
The killing intent of the Nine Door Superintendent was still so heavy.
But with him blocking the way, the tree demon should not be able to escape.
However…
In the air, Fa Hai unleashed his full power, peeling the tree demon’s body like an onion, layer by layer.
Bathed in Buddha light, the tree demon howled in pain, screaming:
“Nine-Tailed Fox! You still haven’t made your move!!”
Fa Hai's pupils contracted, a sense of foreboding instantly arose in his heart, and he turned his head in an instant.
Only the sound of wind followed behind him, nothing happened.
He turned his head in surprise and saw a figure in blue standing behind him.