Chapter 354

Golden flames rose from Master Fa Xin's body. In his tightly clenched fists, golden Sanskrit seed characters emerged like sun wheels. He leaped up, his thin and small body suddenly expanded. He bathed in golden light, and his old face restored the appearance of his youth.

With sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, his face was angular but full of wind and frost, vaguely showing the handsomeness of the top graduate of the past.

"Namo Amituopo Ye Duo Ta Qie Duo Ye..."

The golden Sanskrit characters of the Rebirth Mantra emerged from his single palm held in front of his chest. Following Master Fa Xin's palm turned back, the sun wheel mantra covered most of the red building, fixing it on the female ghost.

On the female ghost's razor-like claws, dark evil spirits emerged, rolling up evil winds with ghost fire. She flew up, her two claws tearing forward, tearing toward Master Fa Xin's chest and abdomen from top to bottom. The nails infused with ghost aura could easily tear the toughest flesh of a martial artist.

Master Fa Xin gave a loud shout, like thunder. Following his left palm, the sun wheel covering half of the red building suddenly shrank, like a chain, locking her wrists when the female ghost's claws tore out.

"Ah! You stinking monks, can't you ever die!"

The female ghost trembled and roared, her mouth full of fangs wide enough to fit a head.

"Yes, you demons and monsters haven't died yet! How can we die?"

Master Fa Xin fixed the female ghost with his left palm. The Dharma-protecting god Mohuraga on his back swam from his shoulder to his right fist, carrying the power to suppress the dragon and elephant in ten directions, and fiercely hit the female ghost's heart.

Amidst the dense sound of ribs breaking, the fist went through the female ghost's chest, smashing a head-sized fist mark on her back. Even with the body of a demon ghost, after taking such a punch, she was suddenly severely injured.

The female ghost roared tragically, and half of her body was almost smashed.

Master Fa Xin waved his cassock, covering the female ghost's ferocious face roaring to the sky. Countless Sanskrit characters emerged on the cassock, burning the female ghost below and emitting black smoke.

After covering the female ghost's head, Master Fa Xin clamped the female ghost's head with his right ribs and arm, raised his iron fist, and smashed down one punch, two punches. After only three punches, the female ghost's ghost body let out a heart-piercing scream, collapsed and turned into a black aura.

Caught in the cassock by Master Fa Xin, he tied the four corners of the cassock, then put the cassock package, which seemed to have an aura constantly rushing left and right inside, on the stone table beside him, and smashed down with his fist.

"Duo Di Ye Ta"

"A Mi Li Dou Po Pi"

Every time Master Fa Xin threw a punch, he chanted a scripture. His fist seemed to be holding a Jin Gang pestle, smashing on the cassock one pestle after another.

Qian Chen watched this scene, for the first time feeling that someone was showing off so much that they couldn't stop, directly pressing onto his own face.

He pinched the wine cup and said speechlessly: "What a hardcore Rebirth Mantra, what a hardcore physical salvation... Master, why are you so skillful?"

"Monk, you are subduing demons and eliminating monsters in my red building, killing my maid, isn't it too disrespectful to me, the owner!" Accompanied by a cold voice with a bit of charm into the bones.

A hand that was perfect and could not be increased or decreased by a fraction lifted the red silk curtain.

Dressed in red clothes, with soft shoulders half-exposed, a graceful figure slowly circled out from behind the screen.

Her long skirt dragged on the ground, her back to the crowd, slightly turned, revealing only one bare shoulder and a small half of her side face.

Her vermilion lips were bright red, as if painted with fresh blood, her beautiful eyes looking, taking people's souls.

Several demon-catchers struggling between illusion and sobriety were instantly obsessed just by a glance from those eyebrows.

Even if locked by Master Fa Xin monk's prayer beads and suppressed by Buddhist power, they had not been confused. Watching the beauties beside them turn into fierce ghosts, the flower house instantly turned into a ghost house, and the men who were scared out of their wits were also staring at that woman in an instant.

"Red clothes?" Qian Chen held the wine cup, quietly appreciating this scene, and said in a low voice: "This ghost is very fierce!"

Master Fa Xin stood one palm upright in front of his chest, lowered his head slightly, sighed and said: "The patrons are not wrong. The five great ghost envoys under the Bone King have really come to the Wild Market. To be able to labor the five of you to take action, it must be an earth-shattering event, don't you think? Red-clothed ghost envoy?"

"Red-clothed ghost envoy? What an ugly name..."

"People have an elegant name, called the owner of the red building."

The owner of the red building waved her sleeves, and the abandoned residence and ruined courtyard that were exposed instantly took on a new look. The dilapidated buildings were covered with green tiles, the mottled pillars shed moss and were dyed vermilion, and the rotten wooden boards under their feet were also patched with grass-woven mats.

Instantly, the red building dream struck again, and the sound of dance music came from behind the silk curtain again.

One by one, the smiling women turned out from behind the owner of the red building.

The four samsara travelers had already cleaned up the remaining female ghosts at this time. Except for the female ghost in Qian Chen's arms who had turned into a strange creature, they seemed to have never noticed that the other fierce ghosts had all been slashed by talismans and flying swords.

The four people surrounded Chan Master Master Fa Xin, confronting the owner of the red building solemnly.

"You are the ones who killed that trash Black Robe! He is really unworthy of being ranked with us, actually dying in your hands!"

The owner of the red building hooked a shallow smile at the corner of her mouth, disdainfully.

Qian Chen put down the wine cup and said to Seeing Yan Shu: "It seems we need to re-estimate the strength of the Bone Demon King!"

"The five great ghost envoys under its command actually have the cultivation of the Yin Spirit."

Seeing Yan Shu said calmly: "It is easier for ghosts to break through the Yin Spirit barrier, but it is extremely difficult to break through the Yang Spirit. I expect the Bone Demon King is not such a peerless giant ghost. And the essence of ghosts is weak, often a notch weaker than living beings."

"Brother, if you get serious, how many swords will it take to kill this ghost?" Qian Chen raised his cup and asked.

Seeing Yan Shu pondered slightly, raised his hand to touch the sword case, and said: "Go all out, just one sword!"

At this time, dozens of ghost women in the field had rushed up. They shuttled through the red building with red silk, vaguely setting up an array, using the power of this ghost building to lock the four samsara travelers and Chan Master Master Fa Xin in the building.

The Daoist Zhao among the samsara travelers took the peach wood Dharma sword and swung it. A stack of talismans flew out of his sleeve. Following a wave of his sleeve, they turned into countless paper butterflies dancing.

But most of those paper butterflies were just tricks, and there were only about a hundred real talismans, hidden among the paper butterflies, sticking to the female ghosts flying around.

"If Ning Ning Shimei Si were here!" Qian Chen laughed: "These butterflies would all be turned into real talismans!"

He waved his sleeves, and the paper butterflies near them all turned into real butterflies, and one even landed on the wine cup.

Seeing Yan Shu laughed loudly: "Every time I see Ning Ning Shimei take action, I always suspect that Daoist Master Tao raises a mountain of disciples, and every day they just draw talismans for Ning Ning Shimei there. Fortunately, we are not disciples of the Zhengyi Sect."

The talisman paper mixed in the tricks took the opportunity to stick to those flying female ghosts. Each ghost woman was assigned several yellow talismans.

"Wind, fire, thunder, lightning, obey my orders!"

Following the white-haired old Daoist's Dharma sword wave, the talismans on those ghost women were suddenly ignited, burning with golden firelight. Immediately after, a series of explosions sounded, and more than a dozen ghost women in mid-air were blown into powder at this moment.

Madam Tong, the woman in palace attire, reached out and pointed. The green steel flying sword was unparalleled in sharpness, breaking through the air with a sword light, like a swimming dragon stabbing toward the owner of the red building.

The green sword light swung, and almost instantly stabbed in front of the owner of the red building. At this time, countless red silks in the ghost building rolled over like living things, turning into red waves wanting to roll up that flying sword.

Only hearing Madam Tong give a clear shout, sword aura emerged on the flying sword, instantly stirring the rolled-up red silk into powder. Countless red silks broke inch by inch, flying all over the sky, like heavenly flowers falling.

The flying sword that came in front of the owner of the red building was grabbed by her backhand.

Five slender jade fingers gripped tightly, making that sharp and unparalleled flying sword unable to advance even a fraction. The sword blade cut the owner of the red building's hand, and vermilion blood flowed out, staining the sword light, instantly turning into turbid black blood. Only hearing the flying sword wail, its spirituality was severely damaged.

Madam Tong said with heartache: "Damn it, ghost blood is filthy, she wants to stain my flying sword!"

Madam Tong pinched the sword formula, pointed the sword forward, and used all her magic power to urge the flying sword forward. The owner of the red building frowned, and the flying sword in her hand suddenly stabbed forward a distance, no more than half a foot from her brow.

One of her hands could no longer hold the flying sword, and she could only lift the other hand as well, gripping the sword tip.

Madam Tong's face changed drastically, sweat appeared on her forehead, and she could not urge the flying sword to move even an inch.

The leading samsara traveler surnamed Zhou frowned slightly when he saw this. White aura and flying smoke appeared on his fingertips. A talisman arrow slipped out of his sleeve, fell into the flying smoke, and his magic power was stimulated. The flying smoke dissipated, and the talisman arrow turned into a white light and flashed past.

The owner of the red building withdrew her right hand, waved her red sleeves, and a golden silk whip wrapped in red silk was thrown out of her sleeves.

Only hearing a thunderclap in the air, a spark exploded a foot in front of her.

That point of thunder light flickered, thunder sounds stimulated each other, rubbing against each other in the void, getting more and more intense, exploding wider and wider, turning into dozens of chain explosions in an instant. Wherever it went, demons and ghosts were all smashed to pieces.

The samsara traveler surnamed Zhou held another talisman arrow in his palm, about to throw it.

Madam Tong took the opportunity to urge the flying sword again. The owner of the red building could not suppress the flying sword with one hand, and could only throw it out. Madam Tong hurriedly took the opportunity to take back the flying sword, wanting to wipe off the demon blood on it with heartache and magic power.

Beside him, Seeing Yan Shu frowned slightly. If he were to use a flying sword, he would naturally urge the flying sword with all his strength, then stab at the owner of the red building again, not even hesitating to damage the flying sword's seal, just to give her another ruthless blow.

If the sword goes and does not return, the empty return will inevitably damage the sword intent. How can there be a reason to withdraw it just because of heartache for the flying sword?

At this time, Master Fa Xin, who had been secretly vigilant, frowned and suddenly said: "Be careful!"

He waved his palm with magic power that was contained but not released. A golden Buddhist palm slapped toward Madam Tong. Madam Tong had not yet reacted, when she saw a few drops of ghost blood on her flying sword turn into the appearance of a skull, drilling toward her heart.

She set up a protective magic weapon, a jade ring set down, blocking the ghost blood for a moment.

Immediately, the Buddhist palm was waved, grabbing the few drops of ghost blood in his hand. Master Fa Xin withdrew his right hand, spread his palm, and saw a few points of corrosion and burns on his palm, a wisp of black smoke rising, and a fishy smell hitting his nose.

"What a sinister magic!" Master Fa Xin didn't care about this small injury, turned his head to look at the owner of the red building and said.

The wound on the owner of the red building's palm had already healed, and that bit of residual sword aura was no hindrance to her at all. She laughed softly: "You poisonous bald monk, you also say my magic is sinister. There is a saying that if you are not poisonous, you are not bald, the balder you are, the more poisonous."

"Just now when you dealt with my maid, your methods could be called ruthless, worthy of being the remnants of the Jin Gang Temple!"

Madam Tong had lingering fears and was quite scared. On the contrary, the owner of the red building was calm and didn't care that her calculation was broken by Master Fa Xin.

Master Fa Xin smiled slightly, his right shoulder exposed, the Dharma-protecting god behind him had already swum and climbed onto his shoulder. Following the closing of his double fists, the sun wheel Sanskrit characters emerged on his fists. He lowered his head slightly, scanned with sharp eyes, took a step forward, like a lotus blooming, and instantly flashed in front of the owner of the red building.

His fist released golden light, tightly gripping the sun wheel, smashing toward the owner of the red building's head!

Among the sun wheel Sanskrit charms, there was a phantom of a giant python dragon god. Just this punch was about to smash into the owner of the red building's heart, shattering the root of her resentment. However, the owner of the red building just flicked her long whip, wrapping around Master Fa Xin's fist, pulling him toward herself.

At this time, the owner of the red building opened her red clothes, like blood-stained red clothes unraveled, revealing her open chest and abdomen. A wound spread from her lower abdomen to her chest, the wound split open, like an open big mouth.

In that wound, white skeletons were like fangs.

In the pitch-black blood hole, a baby's small hand reached out, grabbing toward Master Fa Xin, followed by the second, the third. The deep resentment in the wound, which was like a demon cave, made Master Fa Xin also horrified.

Being swallowed by the demon mouth on the female ghost's chest and abdomen, one would definitely die very miserably!

Everyone present had this realization for no reason.

An umbilical cord flew out, strangling Master Fa Xin's throat, dragging him toward the huge wound.