At this time, he appeared in a secluded courtyard without a single person.
Just as the black-clothed man appeared on the ground, a faint voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Amitabha. Benefactor, the sea of bitterness is boundless. Repent and you will be saved."
The black-faced man was shocked and hurriedly turned around. He found that a bald monk in a yellow robe had appeared behind him. It was Monk Shan Dao.
"Old bald donkey, I advise you to mind your own business. Pray to your Buddha and recite your scriptures." The black-clothed man stared at Monk Shan Dao and said in a hoarse voice.
"Amitabha. My Buddha is merciful. All living things are equal and all things have spirits. Benefactor, as an immortal cultivator, why don't you cultivate in the Immortal Cultivation World? Why don't you listen to me and put down your butcher's knife?" Monk Shan Dao put his palms together and said calmly.
"Hmph, equal? That's all bullshit. You talk about equality. We're all immortal cultivators. Those who have sects or clans to rely on don't need to take any risks. They only need to cultivate in peace. We individual cultivators have to risk our lives to get Spirit Stones to maintain our cultivation. Is this fair? "The black-clothed man snorted and said with some dissatisfaction.
"The government also recruits individual cultivators. With Benefactor's ability, you should be able to get a good position. There's no need to harm mortals in the secular world."
"Hmph, I'm not interested in being the Imperial family's lackey. Old bald donkey, you really want to ruin my good thing." A cold light flashed in the black-clothed man's eyes.
"Good thing? If Benefactor is just giving out porridge, it's indeed a good thing. However, using mortals to cultivate evil techniques is not a good thing. Am I right? Benefactor Li, "Monk Shan Dao shook his head and said in a deep voice.
"Hehe, since you know my identity, then I have no choice but to leave you here. I just happen to want to experience the magical powers of the Buddhist Sect. But before we fight, can you let me take care of this mortal? It won't be good if we hurt this person because of our battle of magical powers, don't you think so? A benevolent master, "suggested the black-clothed man as he rolled his eyes.
"My Buddha is merciful, I have no objections." Monk Shan Yuan nodded and agreed.
When the man in black heard the monk's answer, he couldn't help but feel relieved. He placed the unconscious Zhao Ming in the corner of the courtyard. Then, he took out a talisman and slapped it on Zhao Ming's body.
After a "poof" sound, a pale white light curtain appeared on Zhao Ming's body, firmly protecting him inside.
"Old bald donkey, since you want to die, don't blame me for being impolite." The man in black sneered. He slapped his storage bag with his right hand and a palm-sized black flag appeared in his hand.
As soon as this flag appeared, a gloomy aura filled the air, causing the surrounding temperature to drop by a few degrees.
After he poured in his magic power, the banner swelled in the wind and became about three meters long. The banner was filled with human faces. These faces were male, female, old, and young. They were wriggling on the banner as if they were alive. Each and every one of them had an expression of extreme pain. It was very frightening.
"Ghost banner? Amitabha, this ghost banner is surrounded by yin aura. It seems that a lot of mortals have died in the hands of benefactor. In this case, I can only accept benefactor on behalf of Buddha. "Monk Shan Yuan's face changed first, then suddenly sank. For the first time, there was a dignified expression on his face.
"Hmph, it's not certain who will accept who!" The black-clothed man snorted softly and sneered. His lips moved a few times, then he waved the black banner crazily.
A moment later, the black flag lit up with a dazzling black light. Then, a large amount of black fog emerged, covering the figure of the black-clothed man. Waves of miserable cries of ghosts came from the black fog, causing people to tremble in fear.
The black fog rolled up, and then one by one, malicious ghosts with disheveled hair rushed out of the black fog. Accompanied by the mournful ghost crying, they rushed toward Monk Shan Yuan.
From their appearance, these malicious ghosts seemed to be ordinary people. Many of them were eleven or twelve years old. However, at this time, they all had blood-red eyes, pale faces, and ten hook-like fingers. They looked very terrifying.
"Amitabha, Buddha is merciful." Monk Shan Yuan chanted a Buddhist mantra and poured his magic power into the string of Buddhist beads in front of his chest.
The string of Buddhist beads shone brightly. At the same time, in bursts of Sanskrit chants, they floated up automatically and turned into dozens of seven-colored runes, quickly rushing toward these malicious ghosts.
As soon as the seven-colored runes came into contact with these malicious ghosts, these malicious ghosts screamed and most of them turned into bursts of green smoke and disappeared. Only a few malicious ghosts saw that the situation was not good and fled back into the black fog.
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