Rays of Buddha's light, as soft as water, washed over the seven female ghosts in front of him. Traces of Yin Qi drifted out of their bodies and were instantly evaporated by the Buddha's light.
The seven female ghosts' originally turbid and dim soul bodies gradually condensed and became clear. Their eyes became calm and peaceful again. They floated in the air and stood still for a long time. Tears rolled down their cheeks in pairs.
"Mom, I miss you, I miss you!"
"Ya Ya, where are you?
Mom will never see you again, Ya Ya. "
"You devil, what will you do without me in the future? Do the laundry, cook, and Xiao Bao, wuwuwu …"
Hearing the sorrowful voice and wanting to shed tears, the pain in his heart told everyone that the two most bitter things in life were separation in life and death.
Du Kang put his palms together and chanted sutras. His chanting was deafening and covered the sorrowful voices of the crowd.
"I didn't expect Little Fatty to be an almighty Buddhist. The seven vengeful spirits in there are soaring to the heavens. It would be easy for us to break them up, but to purge them from the afterworld would be even more difficult.
Ran Jing crossed her arms and leaned on the windowsill. Watching everything that happened in the dormitory, she couldn't help but look at Du Kang in a new light. She gently bumped Weiwei with her shoulder and said with a smile, "Weiwei, you've picked up a treasure this time. The living dead can still worship Buddha and meditate in Zen. This requires a great fate with Buddha."
"Buddha said that all living beings in the world can become Buddha. What's wrong with my Xiao Pang? I'll tell you that not only does he have a fate with Buddha, but his attainments in Taoism will probably not be lower than yours in the future." Weiwei said proudly and put her arm around Ran Jing's shoulder.
"Ouch, ouch, my teeth." Ran Jing covered her mouth with her hand in an exaggerated manner. "It's so sour."
Weiwei rolled her beautiful eyes and secretly pinched Ran Jing's ribs with her small hand. She said, "You wicked girl, what are you talking about? What are you talking about? Believe it or not, I'll knock all your teeth out."
"Lalala, come on, come on. If you dare to reach out, I'll bite you. Woof!"
Ran Jing grinned and grinned, making a fierce expression. But no matter how you looked at it, it was cute and had nothing to do with the five emperors' money.
"You …" Just as Weiwei said one word, her expression suddenly changed. Ran Jing and Cang Jin also stood up at the same time. The three of them looked around and felt that the corridor, which was filled with Buddha's aura, was suddenly filled with a chilly wind. When they looked up, they saw pieces of paper money flying in the air, each flower was stained with blood, and someone was crying in the wind. The chilly wind was bone-chilling.
"This is … What a terrifying resentment!"
Weiwei's eyesight was the best among the three maids, and she suddenly noticed a patch of dark red coming from the depths of the corridor. She pointed to the front for Cang Jin and Ran Jing to see.
"One point clear the sky, two points clear the earth, open the Netherworld Eye!"
Ran Jing's sword finger flashed in front of her eyes. The pupil of her left eye, which was originally clear and white, suddenly expanded and turned completely black. A faint light rushed out nearly a foot long, swallowing and spitting.
"It's blood! Ghost blood! Retreat!"
Ran Jing cried out in surprise. She waved her hand and scattered a handful of Five Emperors' coins. She arranged them according to the positions of Liuding and Liujia in front of the dormitory door. At the same time, she pulled the two of them back to the dormitory quickly.
"Sister Chu, something has happened. There seems to be some kind of demonic power calling out to them. Furthermore, I … I'm here too!"
The Buddhist light around Du Kang fluctuated intensely, and the expression on his face was sometimes sacred and solemn, sometimes ruthless and ferocious, alternating indeterminately. Even his words were intermittent and strenuous, and it was as if there were two people talking.
"Calm your mind first and guard your sense of perception."
Weiwei reprimanded him lightly with a trace of genuine Qi. Her words were like thunder in spring, deafening even the deaf. A trace of struggle flashed across Du Kang's face, and then he regained his solemn appearance. He simply sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and no longer cared about what was happening around him. He kept chanting the Heart Sutra of Guanyin Bodhisattva.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva has been practicing the Prajna Paramita for a long time.
He has seen the emptiness of the five skandhas and passed through all sufferings.
Relic, form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. It is also the same for perception, perception, action, and consciousness.
Relic is the emptiness of all dharmas. It is neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. "
The fluctuating Buddhist light sprinkled down again, slowly enveloping the whole dormitory. It was as if an alms bowl made of gold was upside down in the room, covering Du Kang and the others, including the seven female ghosts.
In just a moment, the blood had already surged to the door of the dormitory. It was enough to reach an adult's knee, rolling and tumbling. Hands and heads rushed out of the blood, constantly slapping and biting the green light that rushed out of the Five Emperors Coins. The green light shook, as if it would break at any time.
"What a terrifying cultivation. I'm afraid it's a Ghost King."
Ran Jing frowned and said to Weiwei in a low voice. The three-inch square seal appeared again in her palm, constantly flashing with green gold light.
Weiwei's eyes lit up when she saw the small seal in Ran Jing's hand. She grabbed Ran Jing's wrist and said excitedly, "Oh my, you even brought Little Fantian down the mountain. This is an important item of Maoshan Mountain. That stingy master of yours is actually willing to give it to you?"
Ran Jing pouted. "Of course he wouldn't give it to me. I took it myself. He's in the Maoshan Sect anyway, so this Little Fantian is just a decoration. I might as well give it to me to protect myself."
"Tsk, no wonder you stole it. Oh no, that thing is coming."
Before Weiwei could finish, the paper money that was falling like snowflakes suddenly stopped. A gust of cold wind blew, stirring up thousands of layers of blood. Countless hands reached out of the blood and grabbed at the air.
This scene was like purgatory in the mortal world, whereas, on this layer of blood and numerous ghostly hands, a tall figure walked over slowly. Her bare feet were jade white like they were carved from fine jade, and a great red dress was dragged on the blood as the tip of her feet lightly tapped the surface of the water, causing her to seem like a celestial maiden that had descended to the mortal world.
"F * ck, this chick is quite hot."
Cang Jin poked his head out from behind Weiwei and Ran Jing and saw a pretty face carved from jade. She had a phoenix crown on her head, and her hair was tied up high. Her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and she had almond eyes and peach cheeks. However, her expression was cold, like a fairy from heaven. She had a cold arrogance that kept people a thousand miles away.
"Don't talk. I'm afraid this guy is a Ghost King.
He'll be hard to deal with, "Weiwei said in a low voice. At the same time, she stuffed the Child-mother Yin Spirit Ribbon into Cang Jin's hand." Take this. It's also a dharma treasure. "
Cang Jin took it and pulled it twice. He sneered and said, "Don't worry, a Ghost King can't take my life."
"Who are you people?"
The Red-robed Ghost King said slowly. He stopped in front of the green light and frowned. He seemed to dislike the people in front of him. He raised his hand and waved it gently. The ghost hands and heads that were slapping and biting the green light became even more violent. The Five Emperors' Coins that were fixed on the ground began to shake slightly, and it could be blown away at any time.
"I'm Ran Jing, an inner sect disciple of the Maoshan Sect." Ran Jing was the first to speak. She held Little Fantian in one hand and placed one hand in front of her chest. Weiwei bowed as a greeting.
Weiwei snorted coldly. The dragon tongue orchid on her fingertip buzzed. At the same time, a big seal rushed out of the top of her head and floated above her head, emitting rays of light. "City God of Cangcheng, Chu Weiwei."