Chapter 202
Chapter 202
Under the suppression of the Daoist Six Jia Secret Invocation, Ghost Buddha quickly calmed down.
Once more, he became the shy Young Monk Wuxin.
The young monk opened his mouth and inhaled sharply, swallowing both the hovering Buddha statue and the blood moon into his belly.
Then, as if he had overeaten, he rubbed his stomach in embarrassment and gave a loud belch.
With a soft *gloop*, he blew out a huge, perfectly round smoke ring of ghostly qi.
The sight filled Chen Daji with envy.
He quietly asked Hua Jiunan, “Big Brother, if I go beg Bald Brother now, do you think he’ll teach me that special trick?”
Hua Jiunan asked softly, “You want to learn how to swallow a Buddha and devour the moon?”
Chen Daji looked at Hua Jiunan with wounded reproach, as if unable to believe he understood him so poorly.
“Big Brother, I want to learn how to blow smoke rings…”
Elsewhere, the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess’s position grew steadily worse under the combined assault of the Five Great Immortal Families.
Hu Qingshan came from a profound lineage. His spells seemed endless, and he wielded each with consummate mastery.
Old Sixth Hui knew few arts, but every one he used possessed terrifying power. Even in the great sacred centers of Daoism, they were “forbidden incantations” transmitted only to disciples in line to become the next head.
Huang Zuo and his wife were “cunning” and never fought head-on. After several chained barrages of farts, they had the evil goddess dizzy, disoriented, and hopping with rage.
Chang Huaiyuan was fearless, decisive, and ruthless. Every attack swept wide and struck hard, like a berserk blade descending from Heaven. Even if it meant trading wound for wound, he would tear a piece of flesh from the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess.
Truthfully, the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess did not fear such exchanges with Chang Huaiyuan.
She had cultivated for nearly five thousand years, possessed profound cultivation, and enjoyed the protection of a divine station. In a battle of attrition, the one to die would certainly be the Chang Family Patriarch.
The problem was Bai Wuwei, who excelled at healing.
He seemed to carry a small storehouse with him, constantly taking out all manner of rare and peculiar herbs. After chewing them up, he spat them at Chang Huaiyuan in rapid bursts.
Wrapped in green qi, even the most severe external wounds quickly healed.
Who could have imagined that Bai Wuwei, a hulking man covered in bulging muscles and radiating violence, would turn out to be the healer?
If the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess had ever played a modern online game, she would certainly have looked to the heavens and sighed.
Now that is a well-built party!
Someone to taunt and draw aggro, damage dealers, a tank, and a healer-the standard lineup for fighting a boss.
And every combat unit was max level and wearing endgame gear.
The more the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess fought, the more anxious she became. She kept glancing toward the little courtyard.
Why has Ghost Buddha not attacked yet?
Could the owners of that courtyard have eliminated him without making a sound?
Even an ancient wu shaman could not be that powerful, could they?
Every intelligent being grows more frightened the longer it dwells on something unknown and incomprehensible.
That is what people mean by frightening oneself.
What the reader should understand is that everything, beginning with the bald mummified corpse using corpse oil to interrupt Ghost Buddha’s deliverance, had been part of the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess’s chain of schemes.
First, she had stirred the evil in Ghost Buddha’s heart, making him even more obsessive and terrifying.
Second, she had used his command of the Dharma to break the restrictions King Biancheng had placed and release her sealed cultivation.
Finally, she had used the baby ghost to lead the thoroughly maddened Ghost Buddha to Deaf Granny’s home.
Once they had fought each other to mutual ruin, the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess could sit back and reap the fisherman’s profit by devouring Ghost Buddha, Deaf Granny, and everyone else together.
But a line from *Dream of the Red Chamber* put it well:
Too clever by half in all her plotting, she only calculated away her own life!
For all her schemes, the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess could never have predicted the “variable” named Hua Jiunan.
How could an expert let their mind wander in the middle of battle?
While the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess was lost in thought, agony suddenly tore through her left arm.
Chang Huaiyuan had ripped off her only intact arm!
The other four great Immortal Spirits pressed their assault even more fiercely.
“Evil goddess, today is the day you die!”
The Ghost Mother Evil Goddess would never sit still and await death.
Black ghostly qi formed two skeletal hands. They seized the fissure across her belly and ripped it wide.
With a wet tearing sound, foul, viscous black blood gushed out.
Ten Ghost Infants with iron-blue faces, hideous features, and bodies like scrawny monkeys flew laughing from the blood.
“Your children pay their respects to Mother!”
With the situation so urgent, the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess had no patience for pleasantries.
“Rise quickly, children! Join your mother and slaughter these creatures that crawled out of the Animal Realm!”