Chapter 253
Chapter 253
Luo Menghong might have been a sect master with profound cultivation, but he had never imagined Hua Jiunan was an heir to the Celestial Master lineage.
Caught off guard, he instinctively raised his Blood Ruyi Scepter to block.
“The True-Void Homeland. The Unborn Parents. True God, protect me at once!”
With a deafening crash, cracks spread across the Blood Ruyi Scepter, while streams of black vapor poured continuously from Luo Menghong’s body.
“The Five Thunder Shattering Firmament Righteous Method? You little Daoist, you’re courting death!”
While the Luo Sect Master was being struck by lightning, the pebble Chen Daji had launched hit the fat monk Faqing in an unmentionable place.
The explosion and Faqing’s howl rang out together.
“Namo Amitabha! That hurts like hell!”
Watching the fat monk hop around in agony, Zhao Fei felt the pain as only another man could. He instinctively covered his own vital parts and muttered, “Little Rooster, you really are rotten. You always aim right there. That fat monk is probably ruined for life…”
Eighth Master Chang kept a wary eye on the two sect masters, ready to flee with the others at any moment, while grinning wickedly.
“Even if a monk isn’t ruined, he has no use for that thing. The little bastard just helped him lose some weight. Now he’ll be able to run faster…”
While Zhao Fei and Eighth Master Chang traded nonsense, Chen Daji did not let up.
“Go on, fat monk, keep acting tough! I’ll shoot you right in the crotch again!”
He fired several more stones in succession, but Luo Menghong, ready for them now, intercepted every one.
“I had no wish to invite further trouble, but since you seek your own deaths, you cannot blame This Humble Daoist!”
Luo Menghong pointed his whisk at Hua Jiunan and the others, then called to the ghosts behind him.
“These heretics bar our return to the True-Void Homeland. Believers, kill them!”
The ghosts’ eyes immediately turned bloodred, and they surged forward like a tide.
“Death! Death! Death! Every heretic must die!”
“Anyone who stops the Sect Master from taking us home must die!”
As the ghostly horde swept toward them, Eighth Master Chang promptly curled his great tail around Hua Jiunan and the others.
“Young master physician, should we… should we run?”
Chen Daji kept pounding his nose and firing his slingshot as he shouted, “Boss, I think we should listen to Eighth Master this time!”
Hua Jiunan was no fool. He knew they could not withstand the horde head-on.
“Eighth Master, do you remember the guerrilla tactics my grandfather taught when he was alive?”
Eighth Master Chang froze, then recited instinctively, “When the enemy advances, we retreat. When the enemy camps, we harass. When the enemy tires, we attack. When the enemy retreats, we pursue…”
“Oh, I get it! Sit tight, young master physician!”
His tail began to spin at tremendous speed, and his entire body arched like a drawn bow as he chanted.
“Divine spirits dwell in Heaven and Earth. The spirits become a light breeze. The breeze leaves no trace and carries me ten thousand miles. As swiftly as the law commands! Divine Travel Art, arise!”
Gusts of chilling wind converged beneath Eighth Master Chang and lifted him into the air.
“Young master physician, you and the little bastard can kill all the ghosts you want. I promise they won’t catch us!”
Without hesitation, Hua Jiunan raised his Copper Coin Sword and chanted loudly.
“By decree of the Grand Supreme, I deliver your lonely souls. Let every ghost and spirit, every life born in the four ways, receive this grace. Those with heads, transcend; those without, be reborn…”
“Those who drowned or hanged, who died in light or darkness… the summons came by your own deeds. By decree, all gathered here, swiftly attain rebirth. All gathered here, swiftly attain rebirth.”
Hua Jiunan was kindhearted and did not use a killing spell. Instead, he cast a deliverance incantation upon the ghosts misled by the Luo Sect, sending them onward to reincarnation.
A vast wash of green light descended. Every ghost caught within it stopped in confusion. Moments later, realization dawned across their faces. They rapidly kowtowed to Hua Jiunan, then became trails of black smoke and fled into the depths of reincarnation.
Chen Daji, meanwhile, kept firing his slingshot at Luo Menghong. Though the sect master dodged every shot, the barrage prevented him from concentrating on an incantation.
Watching the followers he had recruited being delivered one after another, Luo Menghong flew into a rage. He roared at Faqing, who was still clutching his crotch and hopping in pain.
“Buddha, act at once! Join me in purifying these heretical cultivators!”
Faqing forced down the pain. After a few more hops, his face twisted with savagery.
“Namo Amitabha! You treacherous little thief, die!”
His throat rolled. He opened his enormous mouth and spat out a foul lump of blood and flesh.
The mass writhed violently and transformed in the blink of an eye into a hideous vajra guardian. Brandishing a bone knife and baring its teeth, it flew straight at Chen Daji.
Chen Daji went pale with fright and shouted over and over, “I’m about to get beaten! Eighth Master, giddyup!”