Chapter 654: It Must Be a Special Destiny

Bang…

The immense power on the monk's cassock slammed toward He Pingsheng.

Beside him, the Ghost King he had summoned had not yet vanished.

He flew into the void and blocked most of the monk's attack.

Yet a small portion of the force still struck the flying vessel, which Zhou Qingmei then intercepted.

Several people were blasted onto the nearby mountain.

Even the Silver River Flying Shuttle was flung away.

Fortunately, He Pingsheng had already subjugated the Silver River Flying Shuttle; with a wave of his hand, he retrieved it.

"Puh… puh puh puh…"

Zhou Qingmei spat out several mouthfuls of blood: "Master, I can't hold on—this bastard is too strong! Five hundred years ago, he wounded me!"

"Retreat!"

He Pingsheng waved his hand, pulled out the Hongmeng Purple Gold Rod, and sealed Zhou Qingmei and her clone into his magic treasure space.

No choice!

Zhou Qingmei was a yin ghost, vulnerable to Buddhist dharma.

"Shhhhhhh…"

The crimson cassock gradually shrank, rustling in the celestial winds as it slowly settled over the monk's upper body.

The monk stepped forward and landed opposite He Pingsheng.

He made no further move, but instead bowed respectfully to He Pingsheng with a Buddhist gesture: "Amitabha…"

"Just now, I had no intent to kill!"

"I merely wished to prevent that yin ghost from escaping!"

"I perceive you are no follower of evil paths—please hand over this shixiao to me!"

"Amitabha!"

Mingyue Zunzhe extended his right hand toward He Pingsheng; the crimson cassock slid down his arm, revealing skin as white as jade.

Several golden rays flickered along his arm, accompanied by the resonant hum of Buddhist chants.

He Pingsheng had already seen Mingyue Zunzhe's cultivation base: Void Refinement Stage One.

This made no sense.

Zhou Qingmei had said that five hundred years ago, she was severely wounded by this monk—meaning Mingyue was already Void Refinement back then.

So how is he still only Void Refinement Stage One after five centuries?

Did he stagnate?

"There are countless yin ghosts in this world," He Pingsheng said coolly. "In the deep yin-sha valleys, beneath the abysses—endless yin ghosts roam. If your Buddhist sect loves subduing demons and eliminating evils, go there!"

"Amitabha…" Mingyue was not in a hurry; he continued politely: "Disciple, this is different!"

"Those yin-sha ghosts rarely leave the abysses, and never actively take human lives!"

"But the shixiao you just sealed is different—she has killed countless humans to cultivate!"

"I see you are human—do you truly pity and protect her?"

"If I slay her today, I will accumulate merit and karmic virtue for this world!"

He Pingsheng said: "Master, you're just trying to accumulate merit for yourself, aren't you?"

"You could say that," Mingyue admitted frankly. "Either way, you must hand over that shixiao today."

He Pingsheng shook his head: "Master Mingyue, actually, this shixiao has repented and turned from evil. She now serves under me as my servant. I will strictly discipline her and ensure she never harms anyone again!"

"Moreover, she will soon merge with the Dao!"

"Once she merges with the Dao, she will shed her shixiao form and become a true cultivator!"

"Please, Master, spare her life!"

"Amitabha!" Mingyue raised one hand in a Buddhist gesture. "You have only two choices!"

"First: hand over the shixiao and leave!"

"Second: if you protect the shixiao, I will eradicate evil completely—first kill you, then kill the shixiao!"

Hummm…

As soon as he spoke, a golden light erupted from Mingyue Zunzhe's body, accompanied by chanting Buddhist hymns, surging outward.

He Pingsheng could not withstand the overwhelming aura for even a breath—he was blasted ten thousand zhang away and crashed to the ground with a thud.

Boom…

Far away, Mingyue Zunzhe's body suddenly swelled.

Larger and larger, bigger and bigger.

In a single breath, he grew to the size of a mountain, three hundred zhang tall.

"This is…" He Pingsheng stared in shock at Mingyue Zunzhe: "Dharma Body Manifestation?"

That's impossible!

Dharma Body Manifestation is a technique only attainable at Body Integration, isn't it?

Why…?

Bang…

At that moment, the colossal Mingyue Zunzhe brought his foot down—right onto He Pingsheng, crushing him beneath it, leaving only his head exposed.

"Master…"

Nearby, Hao Cang, seeing He Pingsheng being bullied, was furious beyond words; he unleashed his technique, the Extinction Yellow Spring Finger, and struck toward Mingyue.

But the gap in cultivation was too vast.

Mingyue merely flicked his cassock, and Hao Cang's attack shattered into nothing.

He Pingsheng wanted to cry.

The Ghost King had just been torn apart by this monk.

Summoning another Ghost King talisman now would do no good.

Fight?

Even if he fought hard, he couldn't win.

"Amitabha—the heavens cherish life!"

"Disciple, abandon your attachment now, and I may still spare your life… but you must take refuge under me, enter my Buddhist sect, and cleanse your karmic sins!"

What?

Make me join the Buddhist sect?

"What if I refuse?" He Pingsheng lifted his head, struggling to look up at the giant crushing him.

"Then…" Mingyue shook his head. "Disciple, enter the cycle of rebirth—purify your sins and karmic debts through the Six Realms!"

Boom…

Mingyue poured more power into his foot and pressed down harder on He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng grimaced in agony but roared: "Come out—!"

Whoosh…

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

Seven emerald-green spiritual nails shot forth like lightning, piercing straight into the monk's spiritual core.

"Aaah!" The monk screamed, writhing in agony.

"Amitabha… Amitabha… Amitabha…" Mingyue chanted Amitabha repeatedly to ease his pain, then gasped: "You… poisoned me?"

"Good, good…"

"I never expected you to be so treacherous—then I must truly deliver you to salvation!"

Mingyue increased the pressure on his foot, crushing down on He Pingsheng.

But at that moment, another change occurred.

A golden light streaked across the sky!

It moved at incredible speed, aimed directly at Mingyue's three-hundred-zhang body.

Confused, Mingyue instantly dodged aside.

Boom…

The light struck the exact spot where Mingyue had stood.

The ground erupted in violent dust from the impact.

The energy exploded into a shockwave, surging in all directions.

He Pingsheng, lying on the ground, was flung dozens of zhang away by the force.

"Cough cough cough… puh…" A frantic coughing came from the center of the explosion.

"Damn… you bitch…"

"When I get back… I'll kill you…"

Cursing voices emerged from the dust.

He Pingsheng's mouth slowly opened—he recognized the voice, but dared not believe it: "Is… Master Wang Dun?"

The dust cleared!

A man lay prone on the ground.

He lifted his head toward He Pingsheng: "Brother He?"

Two senior brothers lying on the ground looked at each other...

"Don't move, Brother He!" Wang Dun suddenly said as He Pingsheng started to rise from the ground. "Stay down and don't move—right now… I've thought of a song!"

"I'll sing it for you!"

"It must be a special fate to walk this path and become one family…"