A master of comedy!

After the red thread reshaped the stone body, its strength increased day by day. It was considered small to be able to lift a tripod. It could even uproot a hundred-year-old tree with ease and dance with great force.

He was a demon child born with a body of steel and iron.

But at this moment, her face was flushed red, the veins on her arms were bulging, and she almost bent the huge demon-subduing pestle. Stone fragments fell like rain, but she still couldn't pull it out.

Whether it was my imagination or not, the statue of Weituo seemed to look even more ferocious.

"Whoosh!"

Hongxian, panting heavily, rolled up her sleeves defiantly: "If I can't pull it off, then I'll use you as a weapon!"

As she spoke, she grabbed one of the statue's thighs, her feet sinking into the ground. With a single effort, she lifted the entire statue of Weituo and staggered towards the temple gate.

Just as the temple gate was about to be destroyed, the statue of Weituo finally stopped pretending. A fierce glint flashed in its eyes, and it smashed the Vajra pestle heavily into Hongxian's head.

This attack came from a high vantage point and possessed immense power. Even if Hongxian were made of stone, if she were to be struck by it, she would likely see stars and might even be injured.

Just then, a fair hand gently reached out, and the slender, well-proportioned fingers lightly pressed down on the vajra.

Boom!

The vajra trembled violently and froze in mid-air.

This time, the statue widened its eyes, mustered all its strength, and even exhaled white mist from its nostrils, emitting a thunderous roar.

However, the heavy pestle remained completely still.

That seemingly light and delicate hand, like white jade, seemed to possess the power to move mountains and fill seas. Terrifying magical power was concentrated in its palm, and a radiant glow emanated from it, making it appear like crystal in the sunlight.

Zhou Sheng had not yet opened his body's energy channels, so in terms of sheer strength, he was no match for the statue of Weituo. However, the statue's magical power was too profound; over a hundred years of cultivation was an insurmountable chasm.

His white robes fluttered without wind, and his dark hair swayed gently, as if he had merely picked up a fallen flower.

With a cold snort, the Vajra Pestle shattered into pieces with a crack, crumbling into nothingness.

The statue of Weituo was enraged, letting out a thunderous roar, and the resulting gale made Zhou Sheng's robes flutter wildly.

Wisps of demonic energy appeared, causing the entire statue to grow taller.

Despite the terrifying scene, Zhou Sheng remained calm and composed. His tall and slender figure stood firm like a pillar stabilizing the sea, unmoved by the raging wind, looking down at the imposing statue of Weituo.

"My name is Zhou Sheng, courtesy name Danshan, a performer of Yin Opera from Xunyang. I have been invited by the Ghost Master to perform Yin Opera at Yaofo Temple in Qingzhou. But is this how you treat your guests..."

He raised his hand, and the golden energy of Yazi intertwined and took shape, gradually outlining the appearance of the snowflake-patterned iron ring knife.

The Buddhist precept knife is perfect for cleaning up the scum.

"Then don't blame me for... going on a killing spree."

Zhou Sheng's voice was booming, and his gaze was icy. He wasn't just talking; he genuinely intended to kill.

If there isn't a single person here who can communicate normally, it means that all the souls in the Medicine Buddha Temple have become possessed by demons. Killing them would actually be a way of fulfilling their wishes.

"A sorcerer? You're a sorcerer?"

Upon hearing the words "Yinxi Master," the previously furious statue of Weituo suddenly trembled, its eyes flickering with a complex expression.

After seeing Zhou Sheng nod, he suddenly let out a roar.

"The sorcerer is here! The sorcerer is here!"

"Abbot, Huinian... he really did invite the sorcerer!!"

Zhou Sheng raised his eyebrows, wondering why he was so agitated.

The next moment, the tightly closed door burst open, and the ancient bell in the temple, which had been silent for many years, rang out loudly. It turned out that a dilapidated statue of a deity was holding a giant wooden stick and striking the bell.

The Ming King, about ten feet tall, had only one arm left, yet he remained powerful, striking the ancient bell with a deafening roar. As the bell rang, the once desolate and lifeless Medicine Buddha Temple instantly became lively.

One by one, statues of gods crawled out from every corner.

The Arhat who subdues dragons crawls out of the well, the Four Heavenly Kings burst forth from the earth, Bodhidharma emerges from the pile of weeds, and Maitreya Buddha wears a tattered cloth to shield himself from the sun...

In an instant, it was as if all sorts of Bodhisattvas and Arhats had jumped out of the Little Thunder Temple on the westward journey.

However, they were all statues of gods, and most of them were dilapidated, some even missing half of their bodies, and they walked with a limp.

The bell tolled nine times.

The numerous statues lined both sides, gazing at Zhou Sheng and the others with a very complex expression.

His eyes held both expectation and hope, as well as an inexplicable ferocity.

Zhou Sheng noticed that not all the statues of gods could remain unharmed under the sun like Wei Tuo. Some of the weaker ones even sizzled and emitted wisps of black smoke, as if they were being roasted over a fire.

Even so, they did not dodge, but stood there meticulously, lining the road to welcome them.

"My abbot invites you to the temple for a chat."

Zhou Sheng said calmly, "Where is that ghost master who invited me to perform?"

"Master Gui is the abbot, but he is currently unable to come out. Please come into the temple and meet him in front of the Arhat Wall."

The one speaking was a statue of the Moonlight Bodhisattva, whose voice was gentle and calm, and whose attitude was respectful, without a trace of demonic energy.

There's even a hint of Zen in it, a true Bodhisattva-like quality.

Zhou Sheng sheathed his sword and walked confidently forward with Hongxian and Jinse, strode forward, seemingly oblivious to the statues on either side of him, his face showing no sign of tension.

This composure only intensified the anticipation in the eyes of the statues.

Before long, the three of them arrived at a stone wall carved with eighteen Arhats. He immediately noticed the unusual nature of the stone wall.

The eighteen Arhats were so lifelike and lively that they seemed ready to come to life at any moment.

Only the Arhat Subduing the Dragon appeared somewhat dazed.

Zhou Sheng smiled slightly and bowed to the Arhat Wall, saying, "Master Ghost, I, Zhou, have come to keep my appointment."

The next moment, the leader of the eighteen Arhats, the Arhat sitting on a deer, slowly raised his eyes, revealed a smile, and his voice was full of compassion.

“Amitabha, how did you know that I was hiding here, and not inside the Buddha statue?”

"It's simple. There are many cobwebs in this temple, but there's nothing in front of the Arhat Wall. It's clean and quiet. Either someone cleans it regularly, or..."

Zhou Sheng glanced at the Arhat Wall and said, "It is because people often come and go from this wall that spider webs do not grow."

Those who can enter and exit the stone wall are not human, but ghosts and gods.

No wonder he calls himself the Master of Ghosts.

The next moment, streams of light flew out from the Arhat Wall, transforming into the appearance of seventeen old monks, while the Arhats in the wall seemed to have suddenly lost their "divine spirit" and became very dull.

"Amitabha! No wonder the underworld is now spreading the word that the successor of the Demon of Play is not only highly skilled and brave, but also meticulous and wise. After seeing him today, he is indeed a remarkable hero."

The elderly monk at the head of the group wore a kasaya and held a tin staff; his white eyebrows almost reached his ears.

"I am the abbot here, my Dharma name is Compassion. Of course, laypeople can also call me... Master Ghost."

...(End of this chapter)