Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 341 What a load of rubbish! Yama becomes Buddha! (8k)

The brass oil lamp was awakened by the noise.

The thumping sound kept going on and on.

And you can also hear bursts of frenzied roars.

What were you shouting? Give me back my head.

After it took in its surroundings, it was stunned.

"Family member, have you unleashed the Six Yin Spirits? Are we in a coffin?"

The brass oil lamp is unbelievable.

It clearly remembered being sent flying backward by the True Immortal's finger, about to fall into the deepest part of Ganyuan with Chen Huangpi.

It suddenly seems like it's all in the past.

Chen Huangpi shook his head helplessly and pointed to his waist, saying, "Only half of it came out, the other half is still stuck. But I didn't bury myself as my second master said. I just hid in the coffin."

My second master said that to release the Six Yin Spirits, one must go to a place of extreme Yin, find a place to dig down, and the whole process is like burying a dead person.

Chen Huangpi is now lying in a coffin.

But in reality, the coffin was still falling.

I don't know if it counts as a burial.

I'd guess it's a hanging coffin.

Then, the knocking sound started again.

The brass oil lamp pointed at the coffin lid and asked blankly, "Then which one is this with cerebral palsy? What is it barking like a dog? Damn it, anyone who doesn't know better would think it's calling for a soul!"

Chen Huangpi said helplessly, "It's the body of an evil Buddha. Its body has turned into something evil. You'll have to ask me for its head."

"What? An evil Buddha?"

The brass oil lamp exclaimed, "Impossible! That evil Buddha had its head chopped off by the abbot back then, and its body ran into that abyss in the north, didn't it? It didn't return to the Western Buddhist Kingdom?"

Chen Huangpi shook his head: "You're asking me? Who should I ask?"

"Perhaps the two places are connected in some way."

"You know what, it actually seems quite possible."

The brass oil lamp patted its head, flicking out the slicked-back oil that had been left dazed by the True Immortal's attack, and said gleefully, "That bald monk from the Western Buddhist Kingdom has been searching for this thing for so many years, and it turns out it's actually in Gan Yuan."

"No wonder they couldn't find it!"

"He calls himself the Buddha of this world, but he's clearly just a bald monk of this world."

"Want your head back? In your next life!"

Like Chen Huangpi, the brass oil lamp dislikes Buddhist monks the most.

In its mouth, these are all bald donkeys.

There isn't a single good person among them, from top to bottom.

And that evil Buddha, who is also the Buddha of this world, is the most important of the three bodies of Buddha.

The past cannot be changed, and the future is unknowable.

Only now is the true Buddha.

The unification of the three bodies of Buddha is actually based on the Buddha of this life, integrating the past and the future, which is close to the existence of the Tao.

Individually, they are only a few times more powerful than a normal True Immortal.

The relics of the Buddha in this life are now in Chen Huangpi's body.

Its body then transformed into something sinister.

It's likely that the Three Buddhas will never descend in this lifetime.

Thinking of this, the brass oil lamp couldn't help but shout at the evil Buddha's body above the coffin: "You bald monk, you are so rude. You have no rhythm at all when you're drumming. Even a beggar on the roadside can drum better than you."

"With your skills, you can't even cook shit while it's hot, let alone have your brain."

"That's fucking shameless."

Boom boom boom!
The evil Buddha's body continued to knock incessantly.

"Give me back my head! Give me back my head!"

"Oh ho, still pretty stubborn."

The brass oil lamp piqued his interest, and with a thought, he instantly activated his concealment ability.

"Huang Er, what are you doing?"

"Of course we should teach it a lesson!"

The brass oil lamp scoffed, "He's headless and still so arrogant. It's one thing if he can't beat that true immortal, but this bald monk, I'll burn his sky lantern to a crisp!"

After saying that, the brass oil lamp emerged directly from the coffin lid to Chen Huangpi's incredulous gaze.

Then, a loud bang was heard.

Bang!
Meanwhile, the two thin legs of the brass oil lamp, still inside the coffin, instantly straightened and then softened into noodles.

Upon seeing this, Chen Huangpi could no longer remain seated.

He immediately sat up, his upper body leaning out of the coffin. He saw that the evil Buddha was holding the thigh bone of the true immortal with both hands, and was hitting it down hard as if he were swinging a spiked club, embedding it into the head of the brass oil lamp.

The lamp oil gushed out...

"Huang Er!!!"

Chen Huangpi's eyes widened in fury as he grabbed the body of the brass oil lamp and crawled back into the coffin.

"Give it back to me!!!"

The evil Buddha's body roared in resentment once again.

If it weren't for this coffin, Chen Huangpi would never have been able to dart around in front of it like a gopher.

Boom boom boom! ! !
The evil Buddha frantically smashed the coffin.

Twice now, it has missed its chance to attain Buddhahood and its right to enlightenment.

Although it had gone mad and transformed into something evil, it could sense that if it could retrieve its relic, it would undergo an incredible transformation and return to its original form.

……

Inside the coffin.

The brass oil lamp was smashed to pieces by the bone.

It has an astonishing dent on its head.

Moreover, his mind was in a state of confusion.

It was as if the whole world was spinning, and countless golden stars were twinkling before my eyes.

"That evil Buddha..."

"It's amazing..."

"That Korean..."

"It's the thigh bone of a true immortal."

Chen Huangpi said helplessly, "Huang Er, you can't blame me. Who told you to try to teach that evil Buddha a lesson as soon as you woke up? I didn't even have time to stop you. Now look what happened, your head has been flattened."

The brass oil lamp spat out a mouthful of oil and said intermittently, "Damn bald monk, you've lost your rank and all you're left with is this body, and it's already so outrageous. Just how much leniency did the abbot show when he beat me up before..."

To be honest, brass oil lamps were once almost at the level of Tao.

But if you really want to calculate it...

It has never seriously fought with a human in its entire life.

Because it was refined in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

At that time, there were three thousand immortals and three thousand righteous gods in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Some fools were killed by the abbot.

Now that it has encountered the body of this evil Buddha, it is somewhat stunned.

"That bald monk, could he have eaten that immortal being?"

The brass oil lamp said in horror, "With it squatting outside the coffin, it might be able to block us from getting out until the cataclysmic event ends."

The evil Buddha's body was incredibly powerful.

This thing ate that true immortal.

Although, even the true immortals were transformed from the root of lifespan.

But it still possesses some of the power it had in life, and for Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp, this power is not much different from that of a true immortal.

They're the kind of opponents you simply can't beat.

It doesn't matter if it's a little stronger or a little weaker.

Chen Huangpi sighed: "If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have sat up in the coffin in the first place. Otherwise, this evil Buddha would definitely not have been able to sense me. No, I shouldn't have carried the relic with me."

This evil Buddha relic is truly bizarre.

He could feel it.

At this moment, as soon as he leaves the coffin in his Six Yin God state, the evil Buddha relic will quickly transform into a Buddha head and hover behind his head.

Like a guiding light, it led the evil Buddha's body to find it.

If we leave Ganyuan.

Even monks from Buddhist kingdoms in the Western Regions can sense it.

At this moment, the Soul-Hooking Book suddenly emitted a chill.

"Ah Gui, you're awake!"

Chen Huangpi's eyes lit up: "Huang Er and I are back in a desperate situation again. You need to think of something!"

The word "again" was used.

The vengeful spirit, who hadn't yet grasped the situation, couldn't hold back any longer.

The vengeful spirit stammered, "Isn't this inside a coffin? There's no such thing as a desperate situation. Wait, Master, what's wrong with your appearance and your body...?"

"Oh, I've unleashed the Six Yin Gods."

Chen Huangpi glanced down at his physical body and then lay down.

At this moment, his godlike appearance as the Six Yin Gods was immediately concealed.

Then, he propped himself up on his back with his hand, leaned against one end of the coffin, and said dismissively, "Doesn't it look much better now?"

The vengeful spirit wore a strange expression.

Chen Huangpi usually wears a tattered Taoist robe.

That robe was made for him by Granny Yu in the very beginning, and he never changed it during his travels and various battles.

They're dressed worse than beggars now.

In contrast, consider the body of the Six Yin Gods.

That's what dried tangerine peel should look like.

Only then can one be worthy of Huang Tian's status.

"Ah Gui, why aren't you saying anything?"

"It's nothing, I just disagree with it for a moment."

The vengeful spirit shook its head and whispered, "Tell me what happened first, and let's see what bad luck we've encountered this time..."

At this point, the vengeful ghost sighed helplessly.

As a spirit in the Book of Souls, and as the son of Yama, the King of Hell.

The vengeful ghost never dreamed of this.

One day, it will become a cunning strategist.

It's clearly a creature that governs killing and warfare...

As Chen Huangpi recounted the events in detail, with the brass oil lamp adding further details, even the ghostly appalling stopped sighing and finally let out a relieved laugh.

"Hahaha!"

The vengeful ghost, disheartened, laughed three times and disappeared into the Book of Souls.

Upon seeing this, Chen Huangpi hurriedly called out, "Agui, Agui, what's wrong with you? Are you trying to think of a solution?"

"No."

The ghost said, "I just wanted to see if Du Rugui was carrying any fortune-telling books. I wanted to have my fortune told because I suspect I have bad luck."

"Otherwise, how could something like this happen?"

The vengeful spirit poked its head out of the Book of Souls, trembling as it pointed at the old mandarin orange peel and the brass oil lamp: "Let's not talk about the past, but this time even the body of the evil Buddha has emerged, this thing..."

"Even if my father came, I wouldn't say he could easily dominate it."

What can the three of us do?

"Ah Gui, that's not how it's said."

The brass oil lamp said seriously, "Haven't you heard the saying, 'A single chopstick is easy to break, but a bundle of chopsticks can't be broken'? Chen Huangpi is powerful, I have many unorthodox abilities, plus your wisdom."

"If the three of us work together, we might just have a chance to break this deadlock!"

As soon as these words came out.

Chen Huangpi agreed, saying, "That's right. Besides, there's a saying among mortals: 'If you're willing to risk your life, you can even bring down the emperor.' What are we afraid of? It can't kill us anyway."

"Yes, what you all said makes a lot of sense."

The Soul-Reaping Ghost calmly said, "Even if that evil Buddha crushed the three of us like he was smashing a pile of mud, we would still dirty his hands."

What a joke.

If it weren't for the abbot's foresight...

They had prepared a coffin in advance, and given the terrifying extent to which that evil Buddha could devour a true immortal, he would have already twisted Chen Huangpi's head off.

The vengeful spirit looked at Chen Huangpi: "Master, can you now enter the demonic path?"

Chen Huangpi shook his head: "No, the older I get, the harder it is for me to become a demon. Maybe it's because my skin has become thicker. Before, when Chi Xie called me a piece of trash, I would get so angry that I would turn into my true form. But now I can't do that at all."

That time in my memory wasn't actually considered being possessed by a demon.

More importantly, Chen Daoxing's sword pierced Chen Huangpi's forehead, unleashing his original power, along with the blessing of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The ghost then looked at the brass oil lamp: "Huang Er, can you summon back your clones? Not to mention those in the Yellow Springs Underworld, just those in our Pure Immortal Temple."

"I could, but I just don't dare..."

The brass oil lamp said bitterly, "As you all know, my clones are used by the abbot to suppress the old temple. Without the abbot's permission, I dare not summon even one of them back."

If we could summon back those clones from the Pure Immortal Temple.

The brass oil lamp has now regained at least half its power.

Killing that evil Buddha was incredibly easy.

It can even manipulate the other party, turning them into its puppet.

But still the same sentence.

If that were possible, the brass oil lamp would have dried up long ago.

It was willing to burn its own wick rather than move its own clones, which shows that those clones that suppressed the old temple were, in a sense, much more important than its original self.

"I can't become a demon, and I can't summon my clone back."

The vengeful spirit clapped its hands and cheered: "What else is there to say? Return the relic to it, and then you can rest assured and release the Six Yin Spirits. Hopefully, by the time you finish, that evil Buddha will have already left."

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "But Ah Gui, this relic was given to me by my second master. I would never give my things to the evil Buddha."

Although these relics are of no use to me.

But giving it away is absolutely out of the question.

The Ghost of Death frowned and said, "But I suspect that this relic still retains a trace of its original consciousness, and keeping it around will cause problems sooner or later."

"It even has intelligence?"

Chen Huangpi grabbed the evil Buddha relic and stared at it for a long time.

But I didn't see any signs of life.

The evil Buddha relic is entirely black, resembling an unripe pine nut, with many strange and interconnected patterns on its surface. If you didn't know better, you might mistake it for a stone.

At that moment, the ghost of death explained, "Master, don't forget that there was a monk from a Buddhist kingdom in the Western Regions who came to the Hundred Thousand Mountains looking for you, believing you to be the Buddha of this life."

"How could this happen for no reason?"

"That makes sense..."

Chen Huangpi muttered, "I hate bald monks the most, but when those monks see me, they insist that I have Buddha-nature. If I don't have a proper way to get rid of them, I really can't keep them around."

Although, the ghost of death was not likely to return the evil Buddha's relics to the evil Buddha outside the coffin.

But there really isn't a good solution right now.

The brass oil lamp retorted irritably, "Give it what? Why should we give it the relics of the evil Buddha?"

The vengeful ghost said, "If we don't give it to it, it will keep squatting outside the coffin. What can we do? Or, Huang Er, do you have any ideas? In short, I really have no clue."

"I do not know what to do."

The brass oil lamp rolled its eyes and said, "But I know one thing: even if that evil Buddha relic is its own, it has long since changed hands."

"You'll give it to it just because it wants it?"

"That's too cheap."

"Huang Er is right."

Chen Huangpi chimed in, "The relics are worthless to me, but if I were to give them to that evil Buddha, I would feel really uneasy. I would rather throw them to the dogs than give them to him!"

At this moment, the evil Buddha's roar rang out again.

This time, the sound was rather eerie, sounding unlike a human voice, but faintly like a dog's bark.

Chen Huangpi angrily said, "You shameless bastard! No wonder we couldn't hear you shouting earlier; you were eavesdropping on our conversation."

"You dog are not worthy to eat my relics."

Having said that, Chen Huangpi felt a surge of anger and malice.

He looked down and saw the fox mountain god lying in the corner of the coffin, half-asleep and about to wake up, and his eyes lit up immediately.

"Fox Mountain God, do you want the relic?"

"Huh? What relic?"

The fox mountain god said blankly, "What would I do with that thing? I'm not a dog. Besides, I'm a legitimate member of our Pure Immortal Temple. It would be too absurd for me to give up Taoism and start practicing Zen."

The brass lamp rolled its eyes and advised, "It's not outrageous. You're a fox, so it's perfect for you to practice the Wild Fox Zen. That makes perfect sense." "When the time comes, you can go to the Western Paradise to become the Buddha. That would be like ascending to heaven in one step, wouldn't it?"

"Huang Er, do you think I don't know what kind of person you are?"

The fox mountain god retorted angrily, "How could such a good thing happen to me? Why don't you become the Buddha? Why don't you ascend to heaven in one step?"

These words left the brass oil lamp speechless.

"What? You're speechless now that I've seen through you?"

The fox mountain god sneered incessantly, shouting that he wanted to go back to the Book of Souls and hide there.

It has never been ambitious.

Now that the fox mountain god has shed its clay body and undergone a complete transformation, it has no so-called lifespan limit.

It thinks being a useless person is fine.

When I return to the Ten Thousand Mountains, I can continue to serve tea and water to the abbot. Just thinking about it makes me feel at ease.

I can't go out and do anything reckless with Chen Huangpi again.

"Alright, stop arguing."

The Soul-Reaping Ghost frowned and said, "The Fox Mountain God is not suitable, and Huang Er is also not suitable. As for the Contract Master, the Contract Master is a Buddhist, and the Abbot would probably be so angry that he would run out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, so he is not suitable either."

Chen Huangpi said, "Agui, you don't actually want to become the Buddha, do you?"

The Soul-Hooking Ghost shook its head: "I am the spirit of the Soul-Hooking Book. If the remaining eight Soul-Hooking Books were still available, perhaps I could bear this relic."

The implication is that it won't work either.

The full name of the Soul-Hooking Book is the Book of Life and Death Reincarnation.

It is a roster used by the Ten Kings of Hell to record information about all living beings in the world.

Essentially, it's not that powerful.

Even if all ten volumes were combined into one, it wouldn't actually reach a level close to the Dao; at most, it could be considered a magic weapon of ordinary True Immortal level.

Moreover, there are only two volumes left.

At this moment, the evil Buddha's roar rang out again.

"Give it back to me! Give me back my head!"

Hearing this, the Deathbringer suddenly narrowed its eyes, a strange light flashing in its blood-red eyes, as it looked Chen Huangpi up and down...

"Ah Gui, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I've come up with a solution."

"any solution?"

Chen Huangpi immediately urged, "Agui, tell me quickly!"

"Master, please don't get agitated."

The Soul-Reaper said in a deep voice, "I only thought about how to place this evil Buddha relic. As for dealing with the evil Buddha outside, it should be of little use."

"If it's useless, it's useless..."

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and said, "As long as we get rid of this evil Buddha relic, it'll stop barking like a dog!"

"Alright, then let's summon the Shadow of Yama."

The Soul-Reaping Ghost pointed at the shadow beneath Chen Huangpi and said, "The Shadow of Yama is the shadow of the Seventh Yama. It also has no head. Once it is summoned, it will carry out the old deeds of the past."

The so-called old story is actually about Yama's Shadow wanting to twist Chen Huangpi's head off and press it onto his neck.

"Can this still happen?"

Chen Huangpi was shocked. Holding the relic of the evil Buddha in his hand, he said, "This is the head of the evil Buddha, and the shadow is the shadow of the headless Yama. If the two are put together, what will it become?"

Actually, that time was in the Ten Thousand Mountains, by the Ruoshui and Heihe Rivers.

The true nature of Chen Huangpi was revealed, illuminating the shadow of Yama and the head of the evil Buddha.

At that time, Yama's Shadow showed signs of pressing the head of this evil Buddha onto its body.

Chen Huangpi was just worried that something might go wrong.

Furthermore, he quickly entered that dantian world, and that was the end of the story.

Now the vengeful spirit has been brought up again.

Chen Huangpi suddenly had a gut feeling.

That is, the shadow of Yama will definitely be able to pin the head of the evil Buddha on its body, but afterwards, no one can say for sure whether it is Yama or Buddha.

The brass oil lamp tilted its head.

The thought of a Buddha's head and a ghostly lower body made it feel inexplicably ridiculous.

However, if we actually did that...

That seems plausible. It did solve the problem that Yama's Shadow had been trying to twist Chen Huangpi's head, and it also took care of the evil Buddha relic along the way.

"What if this thing gets out of control?"

The brass oil lamp said warily, "No matter what, Yama is still the closest being to the Dao. Above him is the King of the Underworld, who is far more powerful than that traitor."

Chen Huangpi was stunned: "Huang Er, how did you know?"

The brass oil lamp choked and quickly changed the subject, saying, "I was just guessing. Anyway, Yama is very strong, and his shadow is not bad either. Moreover, they have all become evil, plus the relic status of that evil Buddha."

"I'm afraid it might give birth to a ghost Buddha who is almost at the level of Tao."

"If something like this were to cause trouble, who could subdue it?"

"No need to subdue him!"

The vengeful spirit sneered, "Just throw it out and let it fight that evil Buddha's body. It only has one head; if you're so capable, go and snatch it!"

Chen Huangpi couldn't help but clap his hands in delight: "That's the way to do it!"

In fact, he didn't think that the Shadow of Yama would cause trouble or attack him if it obtained the head of the Evil Buddha.

No matter what, the Shadow of Yama is something that the King of Hell can see on him.

My master never said there was anything wrong with this thing.

My master is the Dao Lord, and the Underworld Emperor is also my master's close friend.

They must have thought it through long ago.

In other words, Chen Huangpi felt that the probability of Yama coming back to life through this was higher than that of him causing trouble.

"Huang Er! Light the lamp!"

Chen Huangpi pointed to himself with great pride: "My shadow is completely reflected in the photo."

After saying that, he placed the evil Buddha relic directly behind his head.

Then, under the light of a brass oil lamp.

The shadow of Chen Huangpi was fully revealed.

Where there is light, there is shadow.

Chen Huangpi formed a mudra with his hands in front of his chest, and his internal energy circulated continuously.

Gradually, an extremely cold aura emerged from the shadow beneath him.

The shadows were boiling like hot water.

Suddenly...

A pitch-black hand emerged from the shadows.

This is the shadow of Yama.

Several evil eyes were also visible on the shadow's arm.

That was used to control it.

Chen Huangpi's heart stirred, and the few evil eyes crawled from the shadow of Yama's arm to the back of his own hand.

Although the gates of the Liver Temple have long been closed, the evil eyes lingering outside are no longer endless; they can only be stimulated by vital energy.

But something is better than nothing.

Chen Huangpi flicked his finger.

He gave the rest of his evil eye to the Death-Taking Ghost, the Fox Mountain God, and the Brass Oil Lamp, except for the evil eye he kept for himself.

The evil eye can see through all illusions.

Moreover, it can control others.

At that moment, Chen Huangpi's evil eye opened behind his head.

The dark blue-black evil eye was pure and unrestrained, radiating malice without any restraint.

From Chen Huangpi's perspective.

But he can see more.

The shadow of Yama, the King of Hell, had already emerged from the shadows, its upper body fully protruding.

Although it was a shadow, one could still tell that it was wearing the crown robes of Yama, the King of Hell, which was both noble and sinister.

This shadow of Yama is deeply obsessed.

In a trance.

Chen Huangpi couldn't tell whether it was the body of the evil Buddha or the shadow of Yama who had given him his head back.

"Wait, that's not my head."

When Chen Huangpi saw the shadow of Yama reaching for his head, he panicked and whispered, "You don't want the ready-made head? You only want a head that you twist off yourself, is that it?"

However, the Shadow of Yama completely ignored it.

It seems that all it sees is dried yellow peel, and no evil Buddha.

At this moment, the vengeful spirit suddenly spoke: "Master, release the Six Yin Spirits and leave the coffin!"

As soon as these words came out.

Chen Huangpi suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

The entire text of the Yin-Yang Harmony and Divine Transformation Technique appeared in his mind.

The unbearable itching sensation returned.

next second.

Chen Huangpi once again separated from his physical body in the state of the Six Yin Gods.

Then, he sat up halfway out of the coffin.

Outside the coffin.

To Chen Huangpi's great surprise,

The evil Buddha, draped in a cassock and holding the thigh bone of a true immortal in his hands, had inexplicably vanished.

He looked around.

There wasn't even the slightest trace of them.

Behind him, the evil Buddha relic emitted rings of black light.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a Buddha head.

As soon as Chen Huangpi's head moved, the Buddha's head moved as well.

And for some reason...

The evil Buddha opened its blood-red maw, and with the trembling of its black tongue, a seductive Buddhist chant arose.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Only the Buddha's head attains the fruition, and is the Buddha of this life.

Therefore, its Buddhist chant can contain the word "Buddha".

One Buddhist chant after another rang out.

Chen Huangpi felt extremely annoyed by what he heard.

He looked down again, but the shadow of Yama did not emerge from the coffin.

And just then.

suddenly……

At the bottom of this coffin.

A headless monster slowly climbed up to the top of the coffin.

It was holding a stark white leg bone.

But at this moment, the leg bone was covered with Sanskrit characters, and both ends were sharpened.

Evil and supernatural beings possess self-awareness.

Even the most insane have their moments.

While Chen Huangpi thought the evil Buddha was still outside crying for his head, it secretly refined the true immortal's leg bone into a demon-subduing pestle.

"All sentient beings suffer, so I, Buddha, must deliver them from this suffering."

"The Buddha is compassionate and saves all sentient beings!"

The Buddha head behind Chen Huangpi suddenly opened its long, narrow eyes, which had been lowered in height: "I am the Buddha of this world! My body, return at once!"

next second.

The evil Buddha's body erupted instantly.

It immediately appeared on Chen Huangpi's head.

At the same time, it thrust the vajra in its hand into Chen Huangpi's body.

Before the Six Yin Spirits fully emerge, they are formless.

The demon-subduing pestle formed from the true immortal's leg bone passed through Chen Huangpi's body and directly pressed against the coffin lid, making it seem as if it had immobilized Chen Huangpi.

In fact, this is exactly the case.

Chen Huangpi was terrified. He tried to crawl back into the coffin, but found that he could not move his body at all.

Then look at the body of that evil Buddha.

It didn't even glance at Chen Huangpi.

He used one hand to immobilize Chen Huangpi with a vajra, while reaching out the other hand toward his own Buddha head.

But the shadow of Yama never appeared.

But at this moment.

Chen Huangpi suddenly realized something: the shadow of Yama can only come out when there is light, but the coffin is closed, so how can it get out?

Thinking of this, he immediately closed his eyes.

At the same time, the evil eye on the back of the body's head in the coffin suddenly opened wide.

Without a second thought, he punched the coffin lid with his bare hands!
Boom!
The coffin lid was immediately blasted open.

Then...

A pair of large, jet-black hands, along with the evil Buddha, simultaneously grasped the Buddha's head.

The evil Buddha turned his body to the side.

It was as if it were glancing sideways at the shadow of Yama, the King of Hell.

The shadow of Yama was also looking at it sideways.

There is only one Buddha head.

Yama's Shadow had no need to be distracted, because it didn't need to worry about Chen Huangpi. It held the Buddha's head with both hands and was about to press it against its own neck.

The evil Buddha's body trembled.

It no longer cared about Chen Huangpi, and with a backhand, it swung the Demon-Subduing Pestle at the Shadow of Yama.

"King Yama, I'm here to help you!"

Chen Huangpi is now free.

He gripped the coffin lid with both hands and slammed it down hard on the Buddha head.

Boom! ! ! !

A tremendous tremor resounded, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were splitting apart.

Streaks of black light spread rapidly, like ripples on the surface of water.

Then look at that evil Buddha head.

It was already firmly pressed down on the Shadow of Yama.

As for the Vajra pestle that was aimed at it.

Then the shadow of Yama grabbed his end, and then looked at the body of the evil Buddha with a compassionate yet cruel, indifferent yet insane gaze.

It resembles neither Buddha nor ghost.

It is the shadow of the seventh Yama, one of the Ten Kings of Hell.

Now, perhaps it should have a new name.

As for that body...

That was no longer its body.

It's evil!
This being, neither ghost nor Buddha, punched the body of the evil Buddha!
boom! ! ! ! ! ! !
The evil Buddha's body trembled violently.

But it is, after all, the body of Buddha, which has never collapsed over countless years and has even turned into something evil. Its body may be even more powerful than its golden body in life.

"Give me back my head!!!"

The evil Buddha roared ferociously and madly, and threw a punch at him as well.

"I won't pay it back!!"

Chen Huangpi picked up the coffin lid and smashed it down hard on the evil Buddha.

The evil Buddha and Yama each extended one hand to grasp the demon-subduing pestle, while their remaining arms clashed against each other.

Add dried yellow peel.

For a time, a three-way balance of power was formed.

And yet, amidst the bizarre harmony of Yama and the Evil Buddha exchanging blows, and Chen Huangpi wielding the coffin lid and striking the Evil Buddha, there was a strange harmony.

The deepest part of Ganyuan.

Suddenly, a beam of bright moonlight appeared.

(End of this chapter)