I forge immortality with spiritual treasures.

Chapter 168 Saving from Suffering and Rebirth

"Alas--"

Cai Que'er had remained silent in Ying Chanhuai's arms, but upon hearing this, she couldn't help but utter a disdainful sound.

Ying Chan shook his head and could only say, "Absurd."

But the wealthy man Wang seemed to see a lifeline. He struggled to get off the carriage while crying out, "Please, Taoist priest, save my life!"

Although he cried out, no tears came from his eyes. It wasn't that his acting skills were lacking, but rather that he was so weak that he couldn't even shed tears.

Ying Chan knew that even if the ghost infant on his body were removed, this person would be exhausted and dying. Unless there was a elixir that could replenish his vital essence and prolong his life, he would only live for another two or three years.

He wouldn't have such a miraculous elixir on him, let alone have it; even if he did, he wouldn't use it to save this person's life.

So be it. The person he was supposed to save wasn't this person, but all the innocent people in the city.

Ying Chan knew that if these ghost infants devoured Master Wang, Steward Wang, and all the people in the Wang Mansion who harbored resentment, they would completely transform into ferocious evil beings. At that time, all the living people in the city would probably become their blood food.

In this way, not only could a tragedy occur, but it could also breed some kind of terrifying monster.

Ying Chan had seen a similar account in a Taoist book, which said that a thousand years ago, a ghost devoured a country and cultivated astonishing magical power. Taoist cultivators even went to kill it, but were instead devoured by the ghost...

According to the book, the demon was not ultimately defeated, but instead established a demon kingdom, calling itself the Demon Emperor, whose ferocity was overwhelming.

Of course, regardless of whether the ghost infant before him has such potential, Ying Chan is here today and cannot stand idly by.

He ignored the wealthy man's pleas for help and said to the steward, "Find a secluded and open place where the sun can shine, and push your master there."

Master Wang was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed, almost out of breath, and still called out, "Wang Fu, quick, quick, push me to the backyard..."

The steward quickly agreed, stepped forward, pushed the carriage over, and headed towards the backyard.

Ying Chan followed him at a leisurely pace and soon arrived at the backyard. Finding the space to be quite spacious, he instructed him to push Master Wang to the center.

The steward did as instructed, then asked, "Taoist Master, is there anything else we need to prepare? Please give us your orders."

"No need."

Ying Chan waved his hand, "You may step aside."

Upon hearing this, the steward had no choice but to retreat under the eaves. He was pondering how Ying Chan could perform the ritual since his hands were empty. Then he saw Ying Chan flick his sleeve lightly, sending out dozens of talismans that flew in all directions, vaguely forming a circle.

The steward was dumbfounded, and Master Wang was overjoyed. However, his body could not withstand the emotional fluctuations. Suddenly, he couldn't catch his breath and fainted.

Ying Chan ignored him and simply stared at the ghost infant on his body.

It was already late at night, the sun was setting in the west, and the yang energy was not strong.

However, these ghost infants still seemed somewhat uncomfortable, clinging to Master Wang and trying to burrow into his body, which looked rather terrifying.

Upon seeing this, Cai Que'er couldn't help but hide her clothes deeper into Ying Chan's robes.

Ying Chan remained expressionless, but suddenly said, "Come out!"

In response, the ghost infants that were burrowing into Master Wang's body were instantly pulled out by an invisible force and flew into the air.

"what--!"

These ghostly infants all let out shrieks.

Even with Ying Chan's cultivation level, his brow twitched violently upon hearing this.

Although the steward was blind, he still heard the sound. He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and fell straight down, breaking his head and bleeding profusely.

Ying Chan ignored him, lifted the ghost infant into the air, made a hand seal, and quickly chanted: "Decree of Xuandu, transcend your lonely soul, all ghosts and demons, all living beings shall receive grace..."

These ghost infants were, in fact, all pitiful. Ying Chan did not wish to kill them directly, but instead chanted the Sutra of Salvation from Suffering and the Mantra of Rebirth, hoping to help their souls find peace.

Of course, these ghost infants did not understand the message and screamed. Some struggled to return to Master Wang's side, while others became ferocious and tried to pounce on Ying Chanfei.

Cai Que'er screamed and instinctively tried to unleash her flames to burn the ghost infants to ashes.

Fortunately, Ying Chankong extended one hand and pressed it down. Immediately, a mysterious light appeared on his body and split into nine streams that flew away, binding all the ghost infants.

No matter how much they struggled, they couldn't escape and could only listen to Ying Chan chant: "Kneel before my altar, the Eight Trigrams shine brightly, stand on the Kan trigram and be reborn in another realm..."

Gradually, these ghost infants calmed down, stopped screaming, and even when they struggled, it was no longer as violent as before.

"May all beings be saved and reborn quickly! May all beings be saved and reborn quickly!"

"Escape from the sea of ​​suffering and be reborn as a human."

As the last incantation fell, the courtyard was suddenly filled with a radiant glow.

The nine-headed ghost infants, their pain and resentment gone, were bathed in the glow of the sunset, revealing a pure, childlike appearance before drifting away and disappearing without a trace.

As for the afterglow, it lingered for a long time. It turned out that this was not the light of the departed souls being reborn, but merely the evening glow falling on the courtyard.

Ying Chan wasn't entirely sure whether this had truly sent the ghost infant to its next life.

But at least before they dispersed, their fierce resentment dissipated, and he felt his mind was at peace; that was enough.

It is unknown whether the ghost infant left his body, which made Master Wang feel lighter in both body and mind.

He suddenly awoke and saw Ying Chan bathed in rosy light, looking like a celestial being.

"...Taoist Master?"

His confused mind had just cleared up when he couldn't help but ask, "Am I alright now?"

Ying Chan withdrew his gaze from the air and turned back to Master Wang, then said calmly, "Enjoy your remaining two or three years in peace."

Master Wang was stunned: "Two or three years?"

He wanted to ask again, but then he saw Ying Chan wave his sleeve and recall the talismans from all directions.

Immediately, Ying Chan's body shot up from the ground, transforming into a streak of crimson light that vanished into the clouds.

"Fairy..."

Master Wang's mouth dropped open, and only one voice echoed in his mind: "An immortal!"

……

Ying Chan flew into the clouds, not in a hurry to escape. He looked back at the city below and could see the evil aura dissipating...

Unbeknownst to him, Master Wang actually revered him as an immortal.

Even if Ying Chan knew this, he wouldn't be complacent about it. He should know that with his current level of cultivation, he was nowhere near the level of an 'immortal'.

It spared a region from disaster, which is something to be happy about.

However, although he has already delivered the ghost child from the dead, the matter here may not be over yet.

"Nine Ghost Infants..."

Ying Chan narrowed his eyes slightly: "A master fortune teller?"

Although it was a terrible sin for Master Wang to abort and kill a baby girl, was it really that easy to cultivate evil?
If it weren't for the so-called 'divine prediction,' Ying Chan might have believed that the birth of these nine ghost infants was a matter of chance.

(End of this chapter)