"A thousand-year-old centipede spirit!"
The A Chinese Ghost Story Trilogy was very famous, and many people had seen it. As soon as the demonic monk appeared, Many And Many, Li Qi, Jian Dan, and Jian Zhi all cried out in surprise.
In the second movie, the centipede spirit, who had cultivated for a thousand years, pretended to be the Master of Nation and took control of the court, eating all the ministers.
Even Yan Chixia, who had mastered the spells of Mount Shu, could not deal with this great demon!
He joined forces with another Taoist priest, Zhiqiu Yiye, a disciple of Kunlun played by Zhang Xueyou, and was swallowed into the body of the centipede spirit.
"What a terrifying demonic aura!"
Ninth Uncle's expression also changed. The demonic aura hidden in the monk's body was frightening.
"How dare you!"
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the demonic monk, who originally had a compassionate expression, but it quickly disappeared. He slowly said, "I am the reincarnation of the Buddha. How dare you slander me as a thousand-year-old centipede spirit? You are really sinful. "
"Don't talk nonsense with him. Go and kill him!"
Many And Many, relying on their demi-human bloodline, were about to rush up to fight with the Damascus knives that had been strengthened by talismans.
"Attacking a reincarnated Buddha? You deserve to die. Repent quickly. You must know that you can become a Buddha on the spot if you put down the butcher's knife! "
Kṣitigarbha raised his palm and opened his mouth quickly. He kept chanting, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. The sea of bitterness is boundless, repent and you will be saved …"
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot …"
"The sea of bitterness is boundless, repent and you will be saved …"
The voice was very strange. It seemed to cause the air and space to resonate. The grand Buddhist chanting, as if countless people were chanting together, filled the entire square. The rhythmic and cadence of the tone swept across the sky and even penetrated deep into the soul.
Jian Dan, Jian Zhi, Li Qi, and Many And Many, whose spiritual force was weaker, were confused. They looked intoxicated and were about to walk toward Kṣitigarbha.
Lin Xi, Master Ding Hui, Ninth Uncle, and Ma Chunhua, who had the bloodline of a zombie, only had pained expressions on their faces.
"Don't go over, it's the Death Seeking Sanskrit Chant!"
After watching the movie A Chinese Ghost Story, Lin Xi had a deep impression of this centipede spirit. In the movie, it only needed to move its mouth and recite a few lines of scriptures to make others obediently accept death. Even the Kunlun Warlock, Zhi Qiu Yiye, could not resist this voice.
"Five Stars Suppressing Brilliance, Illuminate the Dark Underworld, Myriad Gods and Myriad Saints, Protect my True Spirit …"
Halfway through the incantation, the Ninth Uncle suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. With his magic power and cultivation base, he was much weaker than the thousand-year-old Centipede Spirit.
"Prajna paramita, prajna paramita, prajna paramita …"
Master Ding Hui sat cross-legged and kept reciting. In Buddhism, prajna referred to "wisdom," and paramita referred to "reaching the other side." This incantation contained the faith of Buddhist cultivators to fight against the demons in the sky with all their souls.
He was indeed an old monk who had been praying to Buddha all his life before the doomsday. After extracting the Intentionless Zen Art, his cultivation base immediately rose, and his magic power was even stronger than the Ninth Uncle's.
The Vajra Incantation shocked the soul and fought against the Sanskrit sound. The people who were intoxicated were all sober.
Seeing this, a sneer appeared on Kṣitigarbha's face. He recited the scriptures more quickly, and Jian Zhi's voice was like the waves of the sea, crazily rushing toward the crowd from all directions.
"This won't do. The old monk can't hold on for long!"
The deadly Sanskrit sound became louder and louder. Blood quickly flowed out of Ding Hui's nostrils and mouth.
"Is there any way to fight against the Sanskrit sound?"
"There's a sound system in my space!"
"A sound system? Is it useful?"
"Whether it's useful or not, we can only give it a try. There's a divine square dance song inside." Ma Chunhua took out a speaker, which could be used for both charging and battery purposes. There were many songs stored inside.
"My mobile phone is made in China. The sound is not worse than the sound system!" Many And Many said.
"Me too."
"Let's play it together!"
Ma Chunhua turned the sound system to the maximum. Many And Many and Li Qi also took out their mobile phones and turned the volume to the maximum.
Suddenly, three different songs were played from the sound system and the loudspeakers of the two mobile phones. They resounded in the square with a sweeping momentum.
"You betrayed my love and forced me to leave. In the end, when I learned the truth, I shed tears. You betrayed my love and carried a debt of conscience. No matter how much affection you give, you can't buy it back …"
"I planted a seed, and it finally bore fruit. Today is a great day. I pluck the stars and give them to you. I pull down the moon and give them to you. Let the sun rise for you every day …"
"Give me a blue sky, a rising sun. Give me a patch of green grass that stretches into the distance. Give me an eagle, a mighty man. Give me a horse-riding pole that he holds in his hand …"
Ma Chunhua's sound system played the divine song "Love Business." Many And Many and Li Qi's mobile phone with a high volume was playing the divine songs "Little Apple" and "Horse-Riding Pole." The loud wails and howls made the people around them feel their gums go numb.
Ding Hui, who was already struggling to support himself, spat out a mouthful of blood and stopped chanting the Diamond Sutra.
Relying on his powerful demonic power, Kṣitigarbha was still chanting the deadly Sanskrit sound, but the tone of his voice was involuntarily distorted. The three divine songs of square dance could be said to be extremely destructive. The demonic monk could not help but feel angry, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha. The sea of bitterness is boundless, but repent and you will be saved …"
"Love is not something you can sell or buy. Let me break free, let me understand, let go of your love …"
"You are my little apple. No matter how much I love you, it's never too much. Your little red face warms my heart and lights up the fire of my life. Fire, fire, fire …"
"Horse-Riding man, you are mighty and majestic. The galloping horse is like a gust of wind. The boundless wilderness follows you. Your heart is as vast as the earth …"
Kṣitigarbha's eyelids twitched violently. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. His mouth, which was chanting the deadly Sanskrit sound, was distorted by anger.
"Ahhhhh!"
The demonic monk suddenly stopped chanting and let out a shrill roar. His face was twisted and ferocious, and he looked extremely angry. He could not be blamed for this. Anyone who was bombarded by the three divine songs of square dance would become so angry.
"Don't release it again! I'm going to kill you!"
Kṣitigarbha, who was so angry that his nose and eyes were distorted, curled his hands into claws, and led his subordinates, who were disguised as lamas and maids, to attack the crowd.
These little demons were not strong, but they had precious spells.
They were invisible.
When the deadly Sanskrit sound stopped, One Eyebrow Taoist finally recovered and picked up the token.
"The mystic light guides me, regardless of distance. Open my eyes and let me see a dispute."
As the token flashed in front of his eyes, the invisible little demons had nowhere to hide. In fact, it was a complete waste of magic power for Ninth Uncle to use this spell. Because Lin Xi was here, the surging cold air in the Frost Halo had frozen all the little demons.
"Kill!"
Among the eight soldiers in the Manual of War, the archers shot their arrows, the spearmen and swordsmen rushed forward, and the cavalrymen launched a charge.
Two soldiers with shields stood guard beside Master Ding Hui.
Just now, when he chanted the Vajra Sutra to protect the crowd, he bore almost all the pressure on himself, so the old monk was seriously injured.
Jian Dan, who had activated the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, rushed toward Kṣitigarbha with Many, who were not afraid of death. The demonic monk had several forms in the movie. Now, the strength of his first form was ordinary, but the Sanskrit sound was terrifying.
"He's really … a big shot …"
Jian Zhi glanced at the hexagonal frost halo, sighed, and charged forward with a Taoist talisman in his hand. If it were not for the Frost Halo, only Ninth Uncle and Ding Hui, who had a pair of spiritual eyes, could see the invisible demons, and it would be troublesome to kill them.
Lin Xi controlled Kiku-ichimonji with his mind power. The katana spun like a knife wheel and flew toward the slow-moving blue shadows, causing splashes of bright red blood.
In less than five minutes, all the small demons were killed, and they only lost three summoned soldiers. In addition, Many's bodies were torn to pieces by Kṣitigarbha's claws, and even their arms were broken.
"When a Divine Master kills, he does not avoid the strong. First kill the evil ghosts, then kill the light of the night. Who dares not bow to him? It's as urgent as the law! "
At this time, Ninth Uncle picked up the token and hit the altar. More than ten talisman curtains flew out together and fought with Jian Dan, who was using the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill. Kṣitigarbha, the demonic monk, was immediately wrapped in the middle of the curtains.
He raised his sword and picked up a flame from the lotus lantern.
The flame elongated under the Seven Stars Sword and turned into a stream of fire. Although Ninth Uncle was injured by the Sanskrit sound, this attack completely displayed the powerful lethality of the Maoshan Taoist magic.
"Seven Stars Demon Slayer!"
The stream of fire from the sword divided into seven lights and formed the pattern of the Big Dipper when they flew.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom …"
In the continuous explosions, Kṣitigarbha's body exploded into scorching flames.
Everyone still looked serious. Those who had seen the movie knew that the real danger had just begun.
In mid-air, golden light surged like water. It was resplendent and brilliant like the light of Buddha. This light illuminated the entire world. What was even more shocking was that a huge golden Buddha sat on the lotus throne, wrapped in light, and let out a grand and deep voice.
"The Dharma of Buddha from the Western Paradise has arrived in the Southern Pure Land."
This time, even Lin Xi looked surprised. It was not that he found it strange to see the golden Buddha, but he felt a sense of danger from it.
Somehow, his consciousness was warning him.
Ding Hui, who had not seen the movie before, gasped. "Evildoer, how dare you impersonate Buddha? How audacious of you! "
Extremely angry, he threw his monk staff, which turned into a golden dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws and flew toward the golden Buddha.
"As a Buddhist disciple, how dare you attack Buddha? After you die, you will enter the infinite hell!"
The huge golden Buddha put his palms together, and an infinite amount of golden light radiated out like a small sun. The golden light carried a strong power, and the ground it shone on was as if it had been bombarded by a cannonball. The earth shook, and rocks tumbled. It was a mess.
The monk staff, which had turned into a golden dragon, was hit by the golden light and fell to the ground.
Lin Xi released a mental barrier, blocking the violent blast waves produced by the golden radiance explosion. When the explosion weakened, he wrapped around the monk staff with mental force, and then as if he was using Ten Thousand Mammoth Heaven Summoning, he sucked it into his hands and tossed it to Ding Hui.
A cyan thunder ball was thrown out. The thunder ball, which had killed the zombie-like young man, was as powerful as the Heavenly Thunder Talisman. But this time, it did not work. When it came into contact with the light around the golden Buddha, it disappeared like a stone falling into a pond.
"Boom!"
The golden Buddha closed its fingers again, and this time, it shot out a beam of golden light, which flew toward Ninth Uncle. It hated the Taoist priest who killed him in his first form more than anyone else.
At this critical moment, Ninth Uncle leaped more than ten meters away. The altar, which he had painstakingly set up, along with the altar wood, token, dew bowl, and lotus lamp, were all blown to pieces. If he had not carried the Seven Star Sword on his back, he would have been damaged.
"Too strong!"
Everyone's expression turned ugly. Lin Xi had the intention to take out the Six Forms of Sundae and blast it, but this was only the second form of the centipede spirit. If he used up all his biological energy, what would he do if it revealed its true form?
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