Before he could see the whole temple, he could already hear the chanting of sutras. The voice was not loud, but it was pleasing to the ear, as if it was singing from beyond the heavens. It was the voice of a woman.
As the sound of chanting entered their ears, Miao Yi and Yu Luocha immediately calmed down, effectively alleviating the tension in their hearts.
The three of them peeked out from the bottom of the stairs and saw the situation outside the temple clearly. Outside the temple, two bald men were sitting cross-legged on either side of the door.
Grandmaster Qi Jie had a benevolent expression on his face as he closed his eyes. Other than the bead in his hand slowly moving, he didn't make any other movements. The other figure, whose back was facing the direction of the stairs, looked a little thin under the loose monk's robe. She also had a shaved head, and the woman's chanting came from her.
Unlike Ba Jie's bright and clean monk's robes, the monk's robes these two were wearing were old and tattered. They walked up to the duo and murmured, "Neither demon nor tribulation, neither abiding nor empty, neither dust nor dirt, neither disobeying nor obeying, neither anger nor love, neither beginning nor end, plucking a flower for you, all is but a dream …"
After repeating it a few times, Ba Jie finally shouted the last word. It was as though Ba Jie had just given them a sharp warning. Miao Yi and Yu Luocha shuddered as they slowly opened their eyes. Their gazes had already regained their clarity, and their breathing was labored as they stared at Ba Jie. Cold sweat was still dripping down their faces. Thinking back to what happened just now, it was just like Ba Jie's final shout. It was like a dream! It was as if the two of them had just woken up from a nightmare.
Ba Jie lowered his hands, clasped his palms together and chanted, "Amitabha!"
Miao Yi and Yu Luocha once again looked towards the inside of the temple. The demonic monk Nan Bo's soul had already sat down cross-legged. The golden light that had erupted from his body had already dimmed, becoming faintly discernible. However, the sudden turn of events from before still left a lingering fear in both of their hearts. Both of them knew very well that they had almost been controlled by Demonic Monk Nan Bo just now. They had almost rushed out to help him deal with Qi Jie, Ba Jie, and Blood Demon.
Grandmaster Qi Jie and Blood Demon's intense chanting rose and fell in unison in an extremely rhythmic manner. Not only did the radiance of Demonic Monk Nan Bo's divine soul gradually dim, it also quickly calmed Miao Yi and Yu Luocha's frightened emotions.
"Aren't you called the Jade-Faced Buddha? You fell for it so easily? "Ba Jie stared at Yu Luocha disdainfully as he asked.
Yu Luocha's lips quivered. Compared to the other party, she was powerless to defend herself.
Ba Jie turned around and walked to the entrance of the temple. He stared at the divine soul sitting cross-legged inside and sneered. First, he picked up his sword and sheathed it at his waist. Then, he abandoned the crowd and circled to the other side of the temple, disappearing for a moment. When he came back again, he was holding a big hammer in his hand. With a thud, he stood at the door with the hammer in his hand. He held the hammer with one hand and put the other hand on his waist. He stared coldly at the soul sitting cross-legged inside. It was just that he looked awkward in his monk robe.
Ba Jie called out, "You still haven't given up on your evil intentions even now? Old thief, do you think I'm a decoration? "
The divine soul, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened its eyes, and a pair of golden fiery eyes appeared once more. It stood up, and the golden light on its body burst forth once more. It floated to the door, and was now only an arm's length away from Ba Jie. A thunderous voice echoed in the air. "You can't kill me, so why bother with this useless effort? The deeper you offend me, the worse your fate will be once I leave this place. Don't you understand? Do you believe that I can make you suffer in a sea of bitterness for the rest of your life? "
Blood Demon and Grandmaster Qi Jie stopped chanting at almost the same time and turned to look at Ba Jie. Grandmaster Qi Jie sighed and said, "Ba Jie!" He seemed to be trying to stop Ba Jie.
Ba Jie ignored him completely. He stared at the divine soul and sneered, "??? Dazzling Gongs? Aluminum Hissing Old Cut Man Playing Resistance Tiger Worrying Da Yao? Bugui Du? Zhong Wei Leg Seducing Haojing Frightening Man
The divine soul's voice boomed, "Ignorant junior. You don't know the might of a god …"
Before it could finish speaking, Ba Jie spat on the ground. "Son of a b * tch!"
The divine soul was rendered speechless. It was trembling in anger. However, it had already experienced Ba Jie's manners. When it came to scolding people, it was truly no match for Ba Jie. Even if Ba Jie was still the hegemon of the world when he was alive, it knew that if it dared to talk back, it would immediately hear even worse words.
"You've already fallen to the point of being a prisoner, yet you still dare to talk about the might of a god in front of your grandpa? Eat a meal of your grandpa's godly might first!" Ba Jie snorted disdainfully. Carrying the hammer, he walked to the side and raised it with both hands. Without saying a word, he smashed it against the wall.
Clang, clang, clang …
The sleeves of his monk robes swung continuously as he smashed the hammer over and over again.
Dong! Dong! Dong …
The deafening sound of the bell reverberated endlessly within the temple.
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