Chapter 469: Monk Suppresses Ghosts

The huge ghostly shadow in the sky dissipated, and the five ghostly shadows around the Wu Clan residence also staggered back; the sedan chair in the sky swayed a few times, nearly falling.

In an instant, the ghostly aura around the Wu Clan completely vanished, replaced by a dazzling pale yellow Buddhist light, even carrying a hint of sandalwood.

This stark contrast shocked everyone's hearts and minds; they then bathed in the Buddhist light, feeling an indescribable sense of safety.

"Venerable monk!" Wu Junxi couldn't help shouting.

"Venerable monk!"

The Wu Clan members poured out of the rooms, gathered in the courtyard, and involuntarily raised their arms shouting, as if to vent all the resentment accumulated from being bullied by the evil cultivator "Hu Ye" during this period.

The monk's mouth curled with a barely noticeable pride, his righteous aura stern as he looked at the sedan chair forced to halt in midair: "Wicked beast! Put down your butcher's knife and attain Buddhahood right here!"

"Damn your grandma's broom!"

A roar came from the sedan chair, and immediately a hairy-faced man stepped out, treading on the chair's handrail, shouting loudly: "Just watch my divine powers!"

He formed seals with both hands; dark clouds rolled in the sky, and a bluish light appeared within them, growing larger until it revealed a towering zombie over ten zhang tall, dressed in ancient official robes, its corpse poison a bluish hue, rolling forth and swooping down from above.

This scene was truly terrifying; the Wu Clan members' hearts pounded with fear, and they couldn't help but move closer to the monk, especially Wu Junxi, who pressed tightly against him, her impressive bosom pressing against his back.

The monk, unable to control his thoughts, stammered: "Well, this……"

At that moment, the zombie was about to reach them, and the Wu Clan patriarch hurriedly said: "Venerable monk?"

The monk reacted, looked at the zombie with disdain, and said: "This is merely a minor trick! Just watch what I can do!"

He stepped left and right, flicked his sleeve, and the sleeve, as if containing another world, actually shot out a speck of gold; the gold transformed into a bald golden monk, who thrust a palm at the zombie.

"Whoosh—"

The zombie struck down with a palm, and the bald golden monk struck up with a palm; the two rapidly approached each other.

"Smack!"

After the violent collision, the zombie vanished, the bald golden monk's form blurred, and it instantly dissipated as well.

Victory decided instantly!

The monk's cultivation is slightly higher!

"Venerable monk!"

The Wu Clan members couldn't help shouting again.

Wu Junxi's face flushed crimson, she shouted the loudest, and pressed herself even tighter.

The monk couldn't help but glance back, saying: "Female donor! Hold me tight!"

"Eh……" Wu Junxi looked bewildered.

"Ah……" the surrounding Wu Clan members were all astonished.

The monk's cheek twitched, his eyes shifted, and he said: "This evil person's power is decent; I fear he won't be easy to capture. I, the poor monk, turn yin into utmost yang, and my power surpasses his by a level!"

"But……" the Wu Clan members still couldn't understand.

Yet Wu Junxi, with a determined expression, said "I am willing," and threw her arms around the monk.

The top was very solid.

The monk comfortably let out a long breath, as if his wish had been fulfilled.

Only the two's pose was indescribably strange.

In the corner, Heng Xian, holding "Gou Dan," was stunned; this damn operation is actually awesome.

"Wahahaha……"

The hairy-faced man Hu Ye in the sky laughed loudly to the heavens, pointing down: "Turns out it's a lecherous monk, pretending to be an enlightened master—truly hilarious!"

"Wicked beast! I bolster myself with extreme yin, transform it into extreme yang; today I will surely capture you!"

The monk pointed firmly at the sky.

Hu Ye laughed again: "What bullshit are you blowing! You're only at the eighth layer of the Qi Hai Realm; what can you use to take me?"

"Then just watch!"

The monk grabbed Wu Junxi's breast with his backhand, then pretended to push her away, saying: "Little sister…… female donor, the deed is done; you may step back now!"

Without regard for Wu Junxi's blushing face, he formed seals with both hands, pointed upward, and said: "World Honored One Ksitigarbha! Buddhas of Prajna! Golden Cymbals, open the way!"

"Hum—"

Two golden cymbals suddenly appeared on either side of Hu Ye, striking forcefully toward the center, casting the entire sky's dark clouds in a brilliant golden gleam, an immensely intimidating sight.

If struck, even if not killed, one would surely lose a layer of skin.

Hu Ye also jumped in surprise, quickly drew a bloodthirsty sail, and swung it forcefully, shouting: "Four evil ghosts, aid me!"

"Whimper……"

From the pitch-black wilderness in all directions of the town came waves of ghostly wails and wolf howls; instantly, countless ghosts swarmed forth, clinging to Hu Ye and crashing into the golden cymbals on both sides.

In an instant, the sounds of "ding-dang" and ghostly wails filled the ears without cease.

"Venerable monk!" the blushing Wu Junxi couldn't help shouting again.

"Venerable monk! Venerable monk!" the Wu Clan members likewise joined in shouting.

The golden cymbals and evil ghost sail in the sky persisted for the length of half an incense stick; finally, the golden cymbals dissipated and the evil ghost sail shattered.

This time they were evenly matched!

The Wu Clan members involuntarily stopped shouting and stared at each other.

The monk felt his dignity compromised, pointed at the sky again, and loudly cursed: "Villain, you are truly unforgivable among the ten evils!"

"Go to hell, you dead monk!"

Hu Ye laughed loudly, "My turn! Watch me!"

He stretched out his left hand, then his right hand, as if embracing something, and pressed down forcefully.

"Boom—"

Countless long-haired, hundred-robed spirits burst from the dark clouds in the sky, rushing straight toward the Wu Clan manor.

The scene was grand and eerie.

The Wu family members were thoroughly frightened, all crowding around the monk.

The monk gazed at the sky full of ghosts, showing no fear, leisurely took out a wooden fish, and knocked it with a dong-dong sound; each knock produced a Buddha.

Soon, Buddhas filled the sky and lunged at the ghosts……

Ah—

Not far away in the corner, Heng Xian couldn't help but yawn.

"Gou Dan" also yawned.

At this moment, the 'ghostly specters' in the sky could do nothing to the monk's 'Buddha'!

The Wu family members were reassured.

Uncle Hu refused to concede, casting again: 'Take another look!'

The monk also said: 'You also look!'

'Look!'

'Take another look!'

……

Afterwards, the two went back and forth, flashy, casting various strange spells nonstop.

At first the sight was still horrifying, but later it simply emitted a wisp of blue light, a small cluster of fire shadow.

In the end, there was nothing.

Uncle Hu made a desperate move, and the monk countered with a golden rooster stance.

Uncle Hu did the move of an old woman drinking cold water, and the monk did the move of an old man with prostate issues urinating to his feet.

"Er..."

The Wu family members were utterly stunned.

Finally, Uncle Hu couldn't hold back either, pointing at the monk: 'Where did you get this thing? Dare to come up and duel me?'

The Wu family members all looked at the monk.

The monk gritted his teeth: 'Come then!'

Stomping his foot, he flew up on a pestle for subduing demons.

As he was about to get close to Uncle Hu, Uncle Hu suddenly grinned, then knelt toward the darkness behind him, as if worshipping something: 'The primordial elder ancestor, born of heaven and nurtured by earth, disciples teach the world, the Flower Pavilion is our homeland!'

As his words fell, a shadowy figure flashed from the darkness, arriving before the monk and striking out with a palm.

'Pa!'

The monk, unable to resist, let out a muffled groan, flew backward and fell heavily to the ground, then slid down to the feet of the Wu family members.

Looking up again, beside Uncle Hu appeared a white-faced middle-aged man with a three-inch beard, melon-seed face, triangular eyes, and a sinister look.

All around was silent.

The Wu family members gazed at the two figures in the sky, then looked at the monk on the ground, their breathing gradually becoming hurried.

What is this?

Uncle Hu summoned help!

Did the monk lose?

(End of chapter)