Chapter 355: Subduing Demons and Monsters, Beauty Under the Moon

Master Fa Xin drummed up his internal qi, his neck suddenly swelling up a circle. He stood like a Bodhi root, his horse stance firm, his whole body glowing with copper light, making the ghost creature unable to pull him for a moment. He pressed his palms together before his chest, reciting the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Fundamental Vow Sutra.

The short and vague chanting made the umbilical cord on his neck loosen slightly.

The Owner of the Red Pavilion heard the chanting, held her forehead, and staggered for a moment. At this moment, the white-haired old Daoist waved his magic sword, arriving between Fa Xin and the Owner of the Red Pavilion, and slashed the umbilical cord with his sword.

Fa Xin broke free from the restraint, fiercely pushing his palms outward. Between his palms, a sun wheel outlined by Sanskrit seeds unfolded.

He was like a Vajra with angry eyes, shouting loudly: "All external paths, surrender to the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo!"

Within the sun wheel, this thunderous Zen chant turned into golden sound waves that swept toward the Owner of the Red Pavilion, making her cover her ears and let out a sharp scream. The ghost sound swept past, and all the surviving demon hunters present had filthy blood flowing from their ears, falling to the ground without a sound.

"Such heavy resentment!" Master Fa Xin said solemnly: "This demon must be the most ferocious fierce ghost in the Hungry Ghost Realm—Hariti!"

"One corpse, two lives, it is the most ferocious!" The samsara traveler surnamed Zhou said solemnly: "And looking at it, it's more than two lives!"

"The life of a flower pavilion woman is inherently bumpy. After becoming pregnant, because her own fate is drifting, her encounters are often extremely miserable. This is still a peaceful year; once in troubled times, that ending is often hard to imagine."

"The mother's resentment is deep, and the most spiritual fetus died before being born!"

"The ferocity of this kind of ghost creature can be slightly measured!" Master Fa Xin sighed: "Such karma, I should do my best to save it!"

The Owner of the Red Pavilion raised her head. Her beautiful features were already oozing black blood. Her purple-red vermilion lips parted slightly, and she let out a cold laugh: "Monk, what were you doing earlier? Now you want to save me, I don't need it! It would be better to offer your flesh and blood... to eliminate the resentment in my body..."

She laughed coldly, slowly clenching her right hand.

The razor-sharp claws at her fingertips carried purple-black corpse poison, making Brother Qian Chen a bit worried that she might accidentally pierce her own palm and poison herself to death.

"Doesn't Buddhism talk about cutting flesh to feed eagles?"

"Why don't you sacrifice yourself to feed me, to eliminate the resentment in my body?"

The samsara travelers heard these words, and their hearts couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, fearing that Fa Xin would fall for the demon's rhetoric. Buddhism emphasizes the thought of compassion. In the past, the great Buddhist Yin Spirit Venerable Master Wuse died because he couldn't let go of the thought of compassion and was ambushed by the Wisdom Wolf King.

No one knew if Fa Xin would follow in his footsteps.

"Your resentment can be eliminated, but how can my resentment be eliminated?"

Fa Xin turned his side to the Owner of the Red Pavilion, pressed his palms together before his chest, and whispered: "I recite Buddhist scriptures every day, yet I cannot even calm the resentment in my own heart. This world is a great sea of suffering. What I saw when the Great Ming fell, wasn't it hell?"

"Your resentment is resentment, but isn't the resentment of the living people slaughtered by you lot in the past also resentment?"

Fa Xin raised his head slightly, his gaze firm, without the slightest wavering.

"All living beings suffer. The Buddha cut his flesh to feed tigers and sacrificed himself to feed eagles in the past because he had great supernatural powers and could be reborn in flesh, with an immortal golden body. Otherwise, if he fed the eagles and tigers, wouldn't he also be killing himself and committing even more serious karmic obstacles?"

"Without boundless supernatural powers, how can one save all living beings?"

"In this world of hell, I have only one thought that can save all living beings! Its name—subdue demons and eliminate monsters!" Fa Xin raised his head, his voice shaking the Red Pavilion like a lion's roar.

He took the prayer beads from the demon hunter's hand, pressed his hands together to tighten the prayer beads, faced the sky, gripped his fists, and said word by word in a deep voice: "All external paths, surrender to the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo. If hell is not empty, I vow not to become a Buddha!"

"Even if I fall into the Avici Hell, I shall—subdue demons and eliminate monsters!"

The prayer beads emitted great light, and each one emerged with a Sanskrit seed talisman. This was the result of Fa Xin reciting Buddhist scriptures when his heart was not at peace for decades, with his mental power engraved into the prayer beads.

Thirty-six prayer beads, the seed talismans rotating like sun wheels.

Following Fa Xin's exertion, the bead string broke, and the thirty-six prayer beads instantly shattered. The Sanskrit seed talismans shot in all directions, and in all directions of the Red Pavilion, Buddha statues with blurred faces emerged, surrounding the Owner of the Red Pavilion.

With the last sound, subdue... demons... eliminate... monsters!

Fa Xin's voice fell... all the Buddha statues slapped out a palm toward the Owner of the Red Pavilion simultaneously.

The samsara traveler surnamed Zhou also unleashed his second talisman arrow. Amidst the white smoke, golden light flashed, like hundreds of millions of golden needles, striking toward the Owner of the Red Pavilion.

The Owner of the Red Pavilion turned into a formless ghost creature wanting to escape, but she hit a wall everywhere in front of those thirty-six Buddha statues. Following the Buddha palms pushing simultaneously, a circle of Buddha light barrier completely surrounded her, with no path to life in heaven or on earth.

Amidst countless golden lights, the Owner of the Red Pavilion's body was riddled with holes. The Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Subduing supernatural power, following Fa Xin's palm, was pushed to her lower abdomen.

Countless Zen chants rang out, and Fa Xin lowered his head and kowtowed once.

The three ghost fetuses in her abdomen were liberated in the Buddha light...

Even with a firm heart to subdue demons and eliminate monsters, one does not forget a bit of compassion hidden in the heart!

The samsara traveler surnamed Zhou saw the Owner of the Red Pavilion vanish into ashes, and the countless ghosts behind her were all liberated from samsara under this kowtow, with the rest posing no threat. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief...

At this moment, following the sound of a pipa string, a silent chill made everyone's magic power and divine sense stiffen. The floorboards under the samsara traveler surnamed Zhou suddenly shattered, and a poison hook like an iron awl, faintly flashing with emerald cold light, stabbed toward his back.

"I have waited for this moment for a long time! The human race is indeed not as patient as we are!"

A muffled voice came from underground.

This giant scorpion's tail needle's innate supernatural power was extremely fast, and this poison stake supernatural power was specifically designed to break protective magic spells. The samsara traveler surnamed Zhou's several life-saving magic spells shattered instantly, and he watched as the poison needle was about to smash into his back.

And on the side of the other samsara travelers, the situation was also not optimistic.

A two-headed tiger with a white forehead and glaring eyes had touched outside the window at some point. At this moment, it roared, and countless vengeful ghosts poured in, attacking the crowd.

A white-haired old ape also climbed onto the cherry tree outside the window, holding a bamboo pole, silently watching the crowd.

And on Master Fa Xin's side, he heard a coquettish laugh. The entire Red Pavilion instantly turned into a huge ghost creature. The beams and roof ridges, the floorboards underfoot, and the red silk hanging beside them all came alive in an instant.

At the moment he unleashed his supernatural power, at his weakest moment, the sound of a pipa pierced into his mental power. Immediately, massive ghost qi attacked from all directions, carrying a sticky, eerie Yin qi that trapped him.

Countless red silks instantly wrapped around him densely.

The samsara travelers heard the pipa sound and their hearts sank—Pipa Ghost Envoy!

And the timing of the demon samsara travelers was also too good!

No one could have imagined that they would sit by and watch their own Red Clothes Ghost Envoy die. Just as Fa Xin unleashed all his supernatural powers and was recovering his qi; also at the moment when the samsara travelers were most relaxed, the situation instantly reversed.

A shrill voice came from the remaining Red Pavilion fierce ghosts, ferociously saying: "Pipa player, they have been working together to deal with me for so long, and you were just watching the fun on the side?"

A crisp voice like pearls falling on a jade plate laughed from afar: "Sister, what does that matter? You used yourself as bait to make them relax their vigilance! Moreover, they guessed your true body wrong anyway, so it didn't threaten your life!"

Just as the samsara travelers' hearts kept sinking, a sword light suddenly rose, slashing down diagonally like a moonbeam.

Just as the scorpion tail was about to stab into the samsara traveler surnamed Zhou's back, that tail sting, which had been tempered by demon qi countless times, was slashed off by the sword light.

The poisonous scorpion underground hissed, its giant scorpion pincers piercing through the floorboards, crazily snapping at the space above. Seeing Yan Shu unleashed sword light, leaping past the side of the samsara traveler surnamed Zhou, his sword light stabbing out.

Those countless vengeful ghosts rushing toward the people in the pavilion were all slashed away by the sword light in an instant.

Lady Tong saw that sword light and suddenly felt how clumsy her own flying sword stabbing was before this sword light.

Compared to her sword art of manipulating flying swords, this sword art, existing between presence and absence, where the mind reaches, a single sword light slaughters all ghosts, could be called miraculous. The tiger demon outside the window was pierced through the 'King' character on its forehead by this sword, its soul scattered.

Outside the door, someone drew a saber and slashed in, the saber light like snow. The saber-wielder Luo Sen, shrouded in armor, stepped forward, his body leaning forward. A narrow blade, like a saber yet like a sword, cut horizontally across his field of vision. The door of the demon building shattered, and pale saber qi slashed in.

On the cherry blossom tree, an old ape leaped down, the bamboo pole in its hand pointing toward the blade.

Bamboo and saber collided, emitting a crisp saber ring.

Following the old ape's kick, the cherry blossom tree scattered petals across the sky, some even drifting from outside the window into the red building.

Just as countless red silks were sweeping toward Master Fa Xin.

Amidst the dense red gauze, a jade ring flipped and fell into the midst of it. As agile as a tentacle, the red silk, filled with evil demonic qi, was about to entangle Master Fa Xin when the jade ring flipped, and Master Fa Xin's figure instantly vanished from the entanglement of the red silk.

Immediately after, the jade ring fell out of the red silk, tumbled on the ground a few times, flipped again, and spilled Master Fa Xin out, then fell into the hands of a young man.

He had disheveled hair and wore a loose white robe, standing not far away the whole time, yet no one had ever noticed him there.

The silk gauze intertwined, turning into the appearance of the owner of the red building, and she shouted sternly at the man: "Who are you?"

That man was naturally Brother Qian Chen, who had been watching the spectacle for a long time.

He toyed with the jade ring and casually kicked a beam beside him. The vermilion pillar was uprooted, bringing out the numerous corpses buried beneath. Nine white skeletons were huddled in a circle, pressed tightly against the pillar.

"Sure enough, you are not some red building woman who died in childbirth, nor are you some Mother of Demon Children."

"You are the red building itself, the abortions buried beneath the red building, the courtesans who died violent deaths. You are the red building that has been eroded by the resentment accumulated over countless years, because too many corpses filled with resentment were buried in the foundation, receiving living sacrifices, and just happened to be built on a ley line node, turning into a demonic ghost!"

Brother Qian Chen casually placed a talisman, suppressing the foundation of corpses.

"The people killed by the red building in the desolate market must all have been buried beneath these pillars and foundations, commonly known as 'living piles.' Because your true body is difficult to move, you can only be transferred in this way!"

"So what if you know? You have all fallen into my belly now. Isn't it up to me whether you live or die?" the owner of the red building shrieked.

She screamed, and the entire red building creaked at this moment, becoming demonized. The broken door at the main entrance turned into a giant mouth full of fangs, and all the wooden structures in the courtyard retracted inward.

Countless pale arms grew out from within the building, reaching toward the people inside.

But just as the red building was about to close, a cherry blossom tree rooted within the red building scattered its blossoms.

Countless petals danced!

Wherever they went, those arms withered.

"Living sacrifice turned into a demon; the formation within your body is naturally formed, and you can indeed manipulate the life and death of those within the formation."

Brother Qian Chen raised his head slightly, toying with the Long Quehuan, and said calmly: "But you shouldn't have let me see so many things. Give me enough time, and no matter how difficult the formation is, it will not be a problem!"

Under the cherry blossom tree, the Ear-Dao God holding a paintbrush was earnestly, stroke by stroke, painting on the red building.

In its painting, half of the red building was a demonic building filled with ghostly qi, and half was a flower building under the moonlight, with boundless romantic charm. Brother Qian Chen stood on the half of the flower building, leaning against the railing, scattering the moonlight from his cup.

The moonlight was like a clear spring, refining the various vengeful ghosts of the half-red building, washing away the blood and resentment, allowing them to re-enter reincarnation. The remaining moonlight fell on a skeletal figure at the center of the red building, turning half of its body into a beautiful woman.

The white bone seemed both shocked and angry, and the beautiful woman lowered her head and sighed.

The samsara travelers saw Brother Qian Chen deal with the red building ghost house in an understated manner, and Seeing Yan Shu's sword emerged like a song, slaughtering the ghost tiger demon. For a moment, they were unable to react.

Lady Tong was stunned by the sword light for a moment before coming to her senses and saying: "Aren't these the two people who were just bewitched by the demonic ghosts in the building?"