Chapter 205
Chapter 205
As Hua Jiunan made his move, Young Monk Wuxin did not remain idle.
He rose into the air and sat cross-legged in midair.
All nervousness and shyness vanished from his face, replaced by majestic solemnity.
“Namo Amitabha Buddha.
“When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva practiced the profound Perfection of Wisdom, the Bodhisattva perceived that the Five Aggregates were all empty and transcended every suffering and affliction.
“Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, nor emptiness different from form. Form itself is emptiness, and emptiness itself is form. Sensation, perception, volition, and consciousness are the same.
“Shariputra, the empty nature of all dharmas is neither born nor extinguished, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing.
“Thus, within emptiness there is no form; no sensation, perception, volition, or consciousness; no eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, or mind; no form, sound, smell, taste, touch, or dharma…”
As Wuxin chanted, Mark after Mark shaped like the Buddhist swastika appeared from nothing. They joined into a vast net that descended toward the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess.
(The Buddhist swastika, pronounced *wan* in Chinese, is a traditional auspicious emblem derived from Sanskrit. It represents the gathering of all auspicious virtues.)
At the same time, Master Kongchan of Jinguang Temple and Master Numu of Mount Wutai arrived together.
The two eminent monks were delighted to see Wuxin as he was now. After exchanging a glance, they sat cross-legged and joined Young Monk Wuxin in reciting the *Heart Sutra of the Perfection of Wisdom*.
Solemn Sanskrit chanting filled Huimu Mountain like morning bells and evening drums.
The black fog that had blanketed the mountain dispersed beneath the scripture’s power. The creatures that had died unjustly within it stopped struggling and wailing. Their expressions became peaceful as they sank into the earth.
The Ghost Mother Evil Goddess flew into a rage.
“You overestimate yourselves! Die, die, die! Every one of you must die!
“My ancestor, the Ghost Mother, gave birth to the ghosts and gods of Heaven and Earth. She stood above the myriad things, beyond the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements.
“No punishment touches her body, no art descends upon her. She knows neither yin and yang nor cause and effect.
“As though the Mother Goddess herself were present-break!”
When the incantation ended, the net of Buddhist-swastika Marks seemed to lose its target. It stopped in midair and descended no farther.
Only the short peachwood sword continued its downward slash, carrying the sound of wind and thunder.
The Ghost Mother Evil Goddess did not panic. With a savage grin, she thrust a hand into her belly and pulled out a mass of twitching flesh.
“Gagagaga! That Celestial Master’s secret art is not bad, but you’re still too green, boy!”
As she spoke, the flesh in her hand transformed into a foul-smelling scarlet sack and flew toward the peachwood sword.
In that split second, two pitch-black Corpse-binding Locks descended from the sky. Like gigantic leather whips, they cracked against the sack and shattered it.
Six Yellow Turban Strongmen arrived through the air carrying the Ghost Sedan.
The Human-skin Lanterns hung high. Their deathly white light fell upon the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess, searing her with a vicious sizzle.
“Kekekekeke! Shameless, stinking thing-who did you just call too green?”
Sensing Hemp-clad Grandmother’s distinctive essence and qi, the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess grew wary.
“An ancient wu shaman? A half-step Ghost Immortal?! Impossible! Since ancient times, there has never been a wu shaman who became a ghost!”
Hemp-clad Grandmother was far too wicked to explain anything to an enemy.
Figure it out yourself. Maybe you’ll scare yourself to death!
She ignored the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess and merely laughed strangely while muttering to herself:
Little Eighth of the Chang Family is impressive. He set off later but arrived first-he actually ran faster than this grandmother could fly…
With the Ghost Mother’s Blood-Filth Art broken, nothing stood in the peachwood sword’s way.
With a wet tearing sound, it carved a deep gash across her belly. Amid a gush of foul matter, Huang Zuo, patriarch of the Huang Family, tumbled out.
“Husband!”
Huang Zuo’s wife, who had been watching the battle without blinking, shot forward. She scooped him up and fled.
Perhaps the couple had drawn too much hatred.
The Ghost Mother Evil Goddess ignored the peachwood sword circling her and raised a foot to crush them.
“Stinking yellow weasels, die!”
Only at a critical moment do a hero’s true colors emerge.
Our Chen Daji did not hesitate. He punched himself in the nose and fired his enormous slingshot again and again.
“Hey, you bald old hag, aren’t you getting a little too arrogant? You just gave birth! Instead of resting at home, you came out to bully people? I’ll shoot you right in the crotch!”
The Ghost Mother Evil Goddess paid Chen Daji no attention.
It was like a burly warrior inside a tank-why would he dodge pebbles thrown by a child?
And so the ancient evil goddess came to grief.
The pebbles Chen Daji fired exploded like tiny bombs the instant they struck her crotch.
A foul stench filled the air, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
The Ghost Mother Evil Goddess screamed and toppled backward.
Eighth Master Chang stared in disbelief and muttered, “Damn, you little bastard, that was downright vicious. You even blew her underwear to pieces!”