Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 660 Su Wuming

There is a ghost in the mountain!

A ferocious hand climbed up to the ankle and then suddenly pulled it down.

As he looked around, he suddenly felt a huge force coming and his body fell uncontrollably.

There were gravel blocking the way, and all I could hear was a series of "bang bang bang" sounds. The rocks turned into mist and filled the sky in an instant.

The monk watching below was startled and quickly used his magic power to concentrate and watch again, not wanting to miss the exciting moment.

But Chi Wang had already reacted at this time, and used the magical power of the Golden Bell to protect himself. Then he closed his eyes, secretly made the Buddhist seal, and a precious light gradually appeared.

It was well known that the Pingyuan Sect was good at raising ghosts, so he had been paying attention to it and did not feel panicked.

Ghosts and spirits are usually naturally enemies of Yang-type magic, such as fire magic, thunder magic, etc.

As a disciple of Buddhism, it goes without saying that he is born with the ability to suppress evil spirits.

However, there are always exceptions.

Since the Pingyuan Sect is one of the twenty-seven sects in Zhongzhou, and its art of raising ghosts is famous throughout the world.

Would the ghost it belongs to have such a weak point?
I guess not...

But he didn't care. He only knew that the other party was a ghost and he was a Buddhist. That was enough.

Suddenly, his eyes opened and closed, and he raised his right hand and slowly pushed it towards the endless mountain fog.

"Huhuhu..."

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up from the top of Daoshi Mountain, blowing away the thick mountain fog in an instant, revealing a three-meter-tall, hideous-looking brown mountain ghost!
This wind is not a kind of wind magic, but a result of an infinite force pressing down on it.

Buddhist music lingered between heaven and earth. The onlookers looked surprised and looked up at the sky.

Above the clouds, a ten-thousand-foot-long Buddha's hand slowly descended, and its target was the brown mountain ghost.

It seems slow, but in fact it only takes a moment!
Under the heavy pressure, the Taoist priest of Pingyuan Sect also showed up. With his brows furrowed, he secretly moved his mind and hurriedly drove the mountain ghost to hide.

But what surprised him was that the mountain ghost, who had never been afraid of Yang-type magic in the past, was actually suppressed and could not move!
"This person's inheritance... could it be even more profound than the Buddhist teachings of Kongkong Temple?"

Without giving it much thought, he placed his right hand in front of his chest, and the black mark on the back of his hand rippled like water.

The next moment, a flash of soul light appeared in front of him, and faintly one could see a ghost with drooping ears, a single horn, protruding fangs, and a big belly.

"go with!"

As soon as the Taoist priest Pingyuan gave the order, the big-bellied ghost immediately left with a sinister sneer.

At this time, the ten thousand feet long Buddha's hand was already approaching the mountain ghost. When it was about to suppress it, the big-bellied ghost suddenly let out a roar, and its mouth quickly expanded like clouds and smoke. In the blink of an eye, it reached a size of ten thousand feet, and then swallowed the whole Buddha's hand in one gulp!

"Fool ghost!"

Some monks who knew this ghost exclaimed and smacked their lips in amazement.

There were also those who were unfamiliar with the art, and were impressed by its mysteries. They were extremely curious and asked, "Are you familiar with the art of the Pingyuan Sect?"

The man shook his head and sighed, "I'm not familiar with the Pingyuan Sect, but I was fortunate enough to see Senior Su Wuming drive this ghost..."

Su Wuming is the Taoist priest of Pingyuan Sect.

"Oh? Is there anything special about this ghost?"

The man curled his lips and said bluntly, "As we can see, this ghost is said to be able to consume all the magic in the world. If there is no way to break the situation, this ghost alone will make Senior Su Wuming invincible."

"So, if the gray-robed monk wants to win, it won't be that easy..."

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Chi Wang ignored everyone's idle chatter and had already seen through the Magic-Eating Ghost's abilities the moment it appeared.

The reason why he allowed it to go forward and devour the Dharma was because he was extremely confident in his own Buddhist teachings.

Looking at the Dharma-eating ghost who was trying hard to digest the Buddha's hand, he remained expressionless and silently chanted: "The precious light is unobstructed, and the Dharma will naturally open!" With just a soft murmur, golden light suddenly burst out from the Dharma-eating ghost's big belly.

The golden light was like the blazing sun, and the ghost smoke it encountered was like melting snow. The Dharma-eating ghost suddenly cried out in grief, and when it could no longer swallow the Dharma's magical powers, its body turned into green smoke and disappeared.

Su Wuming immediately groaned, and his already pale face became even more bloodless.

Buddhism, Buddhism, is very effective in warding off ghosts and exorcising evil spirits...

Chiwang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, took another step forward and pointed.

At the same time, with the mountain ghost as the center, rays of scorching light burst out from nowhere, crisscrossing each other and surrounding it completely.

The mountain ghost grinned and roared, his body suddenly enlarged a thousand times, and he actually used his body to resist the precious light.

"Rumble..."

Rocks kept falling down, the mountain ghost roared non-stop, and forced himself to punch forward despite the pain, almost obscuring the sun in the sky.

He stared blankly as the hand seal changed again. A long bell sound echoed and turned into a golden bell shadow in front of him.

"clang!"

The sound was deafening, and the golden bell appeared and disappeared from time to time, but it was almost shattered by a punch!
The expression on his face finally changed, and he thought to himself, "What a strong force, comparable to the Vajra of Buddhism..."

Although the mountain ghost was exposed to the direct sunlight and suffered unbearable heat, it instead aroused an extremely ferocious nature. Its body opened and closed, and every move it made was accompanied by terrifying power, like a falling mountain, beating the phantom of the golden bell, making it clang clang and almost collapse.

Just this one mountain ghost is like having a fourth-level strength slave. From this, it can be seen that the art of raising ghosts is indeed unique.

"But that's all!"

His infatuated eyes were determined. He was not an ordinary ascetic. When he suddenly met a powerful enemy, he couldn't help but feel the desire to win or lose.

His body shook, and he sat down upright. Buddha's light shone from his head, and his primordial infant jumped out.

When he saw him summon his Nascent Soul, Su Wuming knew that he was ready to get serious.

As expected, auspicious clouds rose in the sky, and Buddhist sounds echoed. The Nascent Soul stared blankly, focused its mind, opened its mouth and spit out a ray of Buddha fire, which slowly fell to the mountain ghost like a peak.

The fire was not strong, but it contained the supreme Buddha nature. If the mountain ghost were to take it, he would be torn to pieces in an instant...

Su Wuming did not dare to be careless. The mark on the back of his hand began to ripple again, and a pool of real water flew out of his chest, turning into a translucent long-haired water ghost.

As soon as this ghost appeared, he rushed straight towards the fire of Buddha nature. Behind him was abundant water vapor, flowing endlessly.

As the saying goes, water and fire cannot coexist, let alone the relationship between Buddha and ghost.

The long-haired water ghost turned into a water whirlpool, instantly trapping the fire of Buddha nature inside.

"Zi la..."

It was like an oil pan exploding, the fire of Buddha nature showed no sign of diminishing, and countless streams of water scattered in all directions, accompanied by the painful howls of water ghosts.

But no matter what, the fire of Buddha nature was really stopped from falling.

Following Su Wuming's signal, the mountain ghost would not waste this hard-earned opportunity and attacked fiercely with bared teeth.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sound of the bell echoed. Previously, it had some Buddhist and pleasant sound, but now it was full of life-threatening feeling.

Chiwang frowned slightly, realizing the tricky situation of Su Wuming.

Since the beginning of the fight, he has summoned three ghosts, and each of them has unique magical powers and is extremely difficult to deal with.

He is a Buddhist, yet he is still so difficult to deal with. If it were someone else, they would have been defeated long ago.

"Pingyuan Sect, no wonder no one competes with it for incense..."

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(End of this chapter)