Chapter 207
Chapter 207
As the incantation ended, waves of green qi filled Heaven and Earth.
Within them, thirty-three deities in golden armor appeared faintly.
Unlike the Six Ding and Six Jia summoned by Old Sixth Hui, these deities did not resemble statues.
They looked alive, every face clearly defined. Only their eyes remained closed, their expressions somewhat vacant.
The instant they appeared, the Thirty-Three Celestial Gods raised their weapons with a howl and attacked the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess.
She stared in shock-she was nearly beside herself with panic.
“The Thirty-Three Celestial Gods?! Impossible! How could you summon the Thirty-Three Celestial Gods to punish me? Who are you?!”
With disaster upon her, the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess dared not hesitate.
She opened her mouth like a black hole and swallowed every minor ghost deity.
They fought desperately. Some screamed, some cursed, and some begged for mercy.
None of it helped.
In the blink of an eye, she had devoured the surrounding ghost fog and every minor ghost deity within it.
Her body swelled to the height of a three-story building. Yin thunder circled above her head, while karmic fire burned beneath her feet.
This was the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess as she had appeared at the height of her power.
“What of the Thirty-Three Celestial Gods? You cannot kill this ancestor!”
The “flying swords” surrounding her were struck by yin thunder and scorched by karmic fire. They immediately fell, becoming peachwood swords once more before flying back into Hua Jiunan’s hand.
The Ghost Mother Evil Goddess glared at everyone as though carving their faces into her heart with a knife.
Everyone prepared themselves for a deadly battle.
Old Sixth Hui darted forward, shielding Hua Jiunan, whose essence and qi were exhausted, firmly behind him.
Ignoring them all, the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess reached both hands behind her neck.
With a scream, she pulled hard and slowly tore out her entire spine.
Foul flesh clung to the vertebrae, and an enormous ox head sat at its top.
“I offer my own flesh and blood as sacrifice! Mother Goddess, save me!”
With a ferocious roar, the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess charged toward the Thirty-Three Celestial Gods.
Their expressions remained unchanged as they surrounded her and attacked without pause.
Hu Qingshan, who had finally recovered from his shock, watched the brutal battle between god and demon and sighed.
“So this is the might of righteous deities. We fall far short.”
The others nodded, filled with emotion.
Had the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess fought in this form from the beginning, the Five Great Immortal Families might not have survived more than a few exchanges.
No longer needing to fight himself, Wuxin returned to the form of the shy young monk and hid behind Hua Jiunan, clutching the hem of his robe.
Hua Jiunan gently stroked Wuxin’s little bald head to reassure him.
Masters Numu and Kongchan kept a wary eye on the battle as they pressed their palms together and bowed to Hua Jiunan.
“Namo Amitabha Buddha. You possess great wisdom and compassion, benefactor, and delivered the great monk Faqing from his sea of suffering. We are profoundly grateful.”
Though weak, Hua Jiunan did not neglect courtesy.
“There is no need for thanks, Great Monks. But the evil goddess has yet to be destroyed. Does Buddhism possess any marvelous method to deal with her?”
His concern was understandable.
The Thirty-Three Celestial Gods he had summoned were already being driven backward by the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess. Their bodies constantly released wisps of green qi; they clearly could not hold out much longer.
On their own side, almost everyone was at the end of their strength apart from the three eminent monks and Hemp-clad Grandmother.
Before Masters Numu and Kongchan could answer, Chen Daji recovered his wits and rolled his eyes as a wicked idea occurred to him.
He crept over to Wuxin. Under the young monk’s wary “gaze,” he took out a packet of spicy strips and offered it to him.
“B-B-Bald Brother… Don’t you think the little ghosts that big-bellied hag ate looked a lot like the one that came to our house and ‘killed itself’?”
The innocent and even rather shy Young Monk Wuxin changed dramatically at those words.
His head turned toward the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess as stiffly as rusted metal.
Before Hua Jiunan and the others could react, his body began flickering violently.
Cold seized everyone, and shards of ice actually began falling from the sky.
In an instant, Wuxin returned to his youthful adult form.
Bronze mask, blood-red robe, black blade!
Yin winds hissed. The blood moon hung askew, and the weeping Buddha floated in the air.
Ghost Buddha Faceless had descended once more!
His black dagger pointed at the Ghost Mother Evil Goddess. Turning into a streak of blood-red light, he hurled himself at her.
“Kekekeke! Namo Amitabha Buddha. You deserve death!
“Go slowly, Senior Brother! Watch this humble monk avenge you and display the might of Jinguang Temple!”
“Namo Amitabha Buddha” is Pure Land Buddhism’s “six-character great name.” It means “I take refuge in Infinite Light Enlightenment” or “I take refuge in the Buddha of Infinite Life.”
Ordinary readers may understand it as: homage to infinite light.