Chapter 242

Chapter 242

After they had introduced themselves and Old Sixth Hui had exchanged a few pleasantries with Li Yun, he rose and made a circuit of the room.

Then he caught a handful of air and held it beneath his nose for a sniff.

“What a wicked creature! It dares bully someone under the Gray Family’s protection? I will not spare it!”

He turned to leave, only to stop when he reached the door.

Using his hand like a blade, Old Sixth Hui snipped off a strand of his long whiskers, wove it into a bracelet, and offered it to Li Yun.

“This is our first meeting, and I, as your elder, did not prepare any gift.”

“Keep this little trinket with you if you like it. If not, just throw it away.”

Watching Old Sixth Hui depart, Li Yun slipped the bracelet reverently onto her left wrist.

She would never take it off for the rest of her life.

Outside, snow and wind filled the sky.

Old Sixth Hui had not pursued the culprit for long when he found a miniature Chen Daji collapsed in the snow.

He picked up the little figure and inspected it closely.

Furious, the “little man” pointed in one direction. Then, his face still filled with stubborn resentment, he dissolved into the wind.

Old Sixth Hui continued chasing the filthy thing in the direction indicated, his heart full of astonishment.

That brat Chen Daji was impressive. He had actually mastered Spirit-Blood Manifestation.

Even Old Sixth Hui himself was incapable of that now!

As he went, Old Sixth Hui found the other two “Chen Dajis” in succession.

Without exception, they had “died” in the snow after exhausting their spiritual power.

The same deep stubbornness and unwillingness lingered on their faces.

Without realizing it, the Gray Family Patriarch followed the trail all the way into Huimu Mountain.

There, he found Master Kongchan, abbot of Jinguang Temple, standing atop the snow.

“Namo Amitabha Buddha. This humble monk Kongchan greets Elder Hui.”

Since becoming an orthodox inheritor of the Daoist tradition, Old Sixth Hui had lost some of his teasing manner and gained a steadier air.

“You are too courteous, Master.”

“For us to meet here in the middle of the night, I imagine we have come for the same purpose.”

Master Kongchan smiled.

“Indeed.”

“A Niro evil ghost has appeared in the world. This humble monk has come to guide it and deliver it to rebirth.”

As the two experts spoke, a sound like shattering glass suddenly rang through the air.

The Ox Ghost Li Jiao had stationed here while she was alive appeared before them.

Behind him followed the Red-Dressed Female Ghost who had gone to harm Li Yun.

By now, the Ox Ghost had fully “matured.”

He stood more than ten feet tall, his crimson muscles bulging high.

He gripped a steel trident, his face savage.

Against his deathly white skull, a pitch-black palm print that still gave off black smoke looked especially glaring.

The Ox Ghost was truly startled when he saw Old Sixth Hui and Master Kongchan watching him calmly from nearby.

The sight of Master Kongchan in particular made him instinctively recall the young monk who had “counseled” him with his palm.

“Old monk, w-w-who are you?!”

“Why are you two ‘lying in ambush’ for me here?!”

“What is your connection to that masked monk?!”

“A masked monk?” Master Kongchan could not help but pause.

He did not know that Ghost Buddha Faceless had taught the Ox Ghost a lesson over the matter of Xu Fangcao.

But a monk did not lie. Master Kongchan joined his palms and answered slowly.

“Could the monk you speak of be Great Monk Faceless?”

“He was the fifty-second abbot of this humble temple, but now he has already…”

“Already passed into nirvana.”

“Namo Amitabha Buddha.”

Strictly speaking, Master Kongchan was not wrong.

Faceless had withdrawn, and Wuxin had been born-a perfect embodiment of the Buddhist teaching that the sea of suffering was boundless, but the shore awaited those who turned back.

Unfortunately, that explanation would bring terrible trouble upon the Ox Ghost’s current master.

When he later encountered Young Monk Wuxin, he paid the boy no attention at all.

As every honored reader knows, when Wuxin gets angry, the consequences are grave.

At the very least… at the very least, someone saved the cost of dinner that night…