A black cloud hovered above Shi Yong Kong's head, twisting and tumbling. A huge ghost face hung down from the black cloud. It had red eyebrows, phoenix eyes, almond-shaped eyes, and peach cheeks. Apart from the gloomy look on its face, it was also a beauty.
"Smelly monk, you can't escape from my palm. And that ghost messenger, I want her life!"
The voice was mixed with the violent wind, whistling over. Du Kang only felt the wind blowing on his face like a sharp knife. The wind was so strong that even Du Kang's horse stance was blown back.
Shi Yong Kong raised his head and looked at the face formed by the black cloud. His expression was solemn, without any sadness or joy. He put his hands together and said, "Buddha is merciful."
The handprint changed into the Golden-winged Vidyaraja Seal. His index finger and middle finger were like a bird's beak, and he gently poked between the eyebrows of the giant face. A golden light flashed, and the dark clouds dispersed with a loud rumble. Black smoke billowed in all directions, and the leaves of the surrounding greenery rustled. Finally, with a crack, the leaves broke in the middle, and the verdant leaves flew everywhere. When they fell to the ground, they had already become a pile of dark yellow withered leaves. Another gust of chilly wind blew into the air, and the leaves were ground into dust. The female ghost's voice drifted over with the wind, "You all have to die. All of you must die!"
The voice was ethereal and eerie, causing goosebumps to rise all over Du Kang's body. Fortunately, the female ghost had only said a few harsh words. The chilly wind calmed down, the dark clouds dispersed, and the clear moonlight shone down from above. Shi Yong Kong, who looked like a Buddha descending into the mortal world, looked at Du Kang and Weiwei, "This old monk thanks the two benefactors for saving me."
At this time, Shi Yong Kong's face was solemn, and his eyes were merciful. Just listening to his voice was enough to calm people's mind. It was like the morning bell of an ancient temple, and it was deafening.
"Big monk, you've woken up?"
Du Kang asked tentatively. Shi Yong Kong nodded and pointed his finger, causing the Buddha's Hand to fly in front of him. Du Kang stretched out his hand and caught it. Immediately, an incomparably pure aura flowed through his meridians, flowing through his meridians and meridians. All the internal injuries that he had sustained from the fierce battle just now were almost healed in an instant. Even his spirit had recovered a lot.
"By the way, Big Monk, you just said that you can save Sister Chu. What about now? Well, apart from taking my life, do you have any other way?" Du Kang walked to Shi Yongkong with Weiwei in his arms and looked at him expectantly.
Shi Yong Kong's finger pressed on the space between Weiwei's eyebrows. A golden light flickered twice. The monk retracted his finger and pondered for a moment. Then, he lifted his head and chuckled. "Everything is fate. Nothing can be controlled by anyone. This is karma, this is karma. Young benefactor, this old monk can save this girl."
"Really?"
Du Kang's eyes widened to the size of bells. He gently placed Weiwei on the ground in front of Shi Yong Kong and urged, "Big monk, then do it."
"Hahaha, young benefactor, you are impatient. Very well, this old monk will do it now." Shi Yong Kong formed the Chakravarti Seal. The Buddha beads around his neck flew into the air but did not fall down. Instead, they emitted an infinite amount of gentle Buddhist light and slowly rotated like a wheel. In the center, there was a golden lotus that had not yet bloomed. A swastika word rotated and eight rays of golden light sprinkled down. Out of nowhere, eight blurry figures appeared and sat cross-legged in the void like Shi Yong Kong.
"I have a spiritual bead. I have been locked in a prison for a long time and buried in a secret chamber for many years. I meditated and reflected on my mistakes.
Once I was enlightened, the withered leaves fell before my eyes. My heart was filled with a divine light that illuminated the mountains and rivers! "
The nine people spoke in unison. Their voices rumbled through the heavens and the earth. The golden light on Shi Yong Kong's body slowly faded away and a seven-colored light appeared between his eyebrows. Under Du Kang's incredulous gaze, Shi Yong Kong's soul actually collapsed into nothingness.
"Grandmaster, rest in peace!"
Not far away, Lao Wang's knees softened and he knelt on the ground. However, he was an evil spirit after all and was most afraid of Buddhist supernatural powers. Thus, he could only watch from afar and did not dare to approach.
"Big monk, you!" Du Kang knelt on the ground with one knee. Tears uncontrollably rolled down his cheeks.
"Hahaha, hahaha, young benefactor, the Buddha cut his own flesh to feed the eagle. This old monk has only sacrificed a lifetime of cultivation. This is nothing. Hahaha, this is nothing. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. This is karma and fate. Young benefactor, let us meet again in the next life."
Shi Yong Kong's voice became more and more erratic. In the end, his voice was so long that it was almost inaudible. The seven-colored light broke free from the shackles and flew into the wheel above his head. A golden lotus bloomed. There were twelve petals on the lotus. A seed flew out and turned into a golden light that fell into Weiwei's mouth.
The seven-colored light shot out through the clothes covering her chest. Her pale face regained a trace of color and became even more rosy. Not long after, Weiwei moaned and moved her fingers twice. She rolled her body and sat up. She opened her big eyes and looked around. Suddenly, she saw Du Kang kneeling beside her. She grabbed Du Kang and shouted, "Where is that big monk?
Why are you crying? Tell me! "
"The Great Master has left." Du Kang choked with sobs and raised his head to look at the sky.
Weiwei followed Du Kang's gaze and turned her head to look at the wheel that was still spinning in the sky and the eight illusory light shadows. She murmured. "An eminent monk who has cultivated for eight lifetimes. Amitabha." Weiwei turned around with a stern expression. She put her palms together and bowed to the golden lotus. "Big monk, I, Chu Weiwei, owe you my life in this life. If you are reincarnated, I will definitely repay you."
As if there was a long sigh from the unseen world, the wheel faded, and the eight light figures stood up at the same time. They put their palms together and bowed to Du Kang and Wei Wei. Then, they turned into streams of light and returned to the Golden Lotus.
"It's … it's over?"
Du Kang wiped the corner of his eyes and looked at Weiwei, who was wrapping his clothes in front of her chest. Before he could react, Weiwei flicked him on the forehead. The force was so strong that Du Kang felt a buzz in his head and his vision went black. He heard Weiwei say angrily, "What are you looking at!"
"I … you … this … ah!" Du Kang gestured for a long time but couldn't say anything. He could only blame his bad luck.
Weiwei walked to the place where the Great Monk Shi Yong Kong had just passed away. She bent down and picked up a milky white bone from the pile of dead leaves and powder. It was only the size of a tooth, and it shone with a faint seven-colored glow under the dim light of the street lamp.
"This is … a Sarira?"
Du Kang's first thought was that it was a Sarira, but Weiwei shook her head and carefully put the white bone into the first-aid kit in her hand.
"This is not a Sarira. A Sarira is the merit left behind by the cremation of the Great Monk's body. The Great Monk's body has long been refined into a zombie by the water ghost. This is called a Soul Crystal, and it is the only trace left by the Great Monk in this world. If there is a chance in the future, you can go with me to the Shaolin Temple in Mount Song of Henan Province and send this thing back to the Great Monk."
"Well, Sister Chu, I …" Du Kang wanted to say something but stopped.
Weiwei turned to look at Du Kang and patted him on the shoulder. "Xiao Pang, get over it. Life is like this. The Buddha said that no one can escape from birth, old age, sickness and death. You will understand it when you see more of it."
Weiwei turned and walked to the side of the car, opened the door and waited for Du Kang to get in.
"Sister Chu, that Lao Wang … ah, where is Lao Wang?"
Du Kang originally wanted to ask Lao Wang what should he do. He saw that he was seriously injured, but now, he didn't even have a strand of hair.
Weiwei got in the car and patted the passenger seat. "Get in the car. Lao Wang, that old ghost, has already slipped away. I guess he is now recuperating in the shop."