Chapter 262
Chapter 262
Seeing that the enemy was about to expose his “cunning scheme,” Chen Daji naturally panicked. His small eyes rolled, and another wicked idea came to him.
Once again, he wailed in his cracked, gong-like voice.
“Boss, you died so horribly! Your big eyes are still wide open. You must want to watch someone avenge you with your own eyes!”
At that point, Chen Daji sprang up in a show of valor and roared at Zhao Fei with a voice full of “grief and outrage.”
“Fatty Zhao, how did Boss treat us while he was alive?”
Zhao Fei had already guessed his intention and eagerly played along.
“Do you even need to ask? He treated us damn well! He protected us, coaxed us to eat and sleep, and never fought us for our spicy strips. Oh, right, he even took us out to catch toads!”
Ghost Buddha Faceless trembled with every sentence Zhao Fei spoke, and the terrifying aura around him grew several degrees stronger. Memories of all Hua Jiunan’s everyday care rose unbidden in his mind.
Seeing that the moment was ripe, Chen Daji administered one final, potent dose.
“Now Boss has been smashed to pieces while still alive. Fatty Zhao, what do we do?”
Zhao Fei shook the Great Seal so fiercely that the fat across his body quivered.
“What else? Revenge! We have to avenge him, even if it costs us our lives…”
Before Zhao Fei could finish his cry, Ghost Buddha Faceless released an earthshaking wail.
“Hehehe. Namo Amitabha! Farewell, Brother! I shall send every living being here into eternal damnation in Avici Hell and appease the boundless resentment in your heart!”
His entire body became a streak of bloody light that lunged at Luo Menghong and Faqing. Every evil ghost touched by it was devoured without leaving so much as a scrap, strengthening Ghost Buddha Faceless further.
Faced with his overwhelming might, Luo Menghong and Faqing could not summon even the slightest will to resist. They immediately fled toward the mouth of Two Realms Mountain, cursing Chen Daji as they ran.
“Shameless brat! How dare you falsely accuse good men? If this Sect Master survives today, I will hunt you down and take revenge sooner or later!”
Chen Daji could never let an insult pass unanswered.
“Pah! Boss told me all about the rotten things you’ve done. You still call yourself a good man? Where did you get such a thick face? So what if I falsely accused you? Come bite me if you don’t like it. Come on!”
The two sect masters were being chased like homeless dogs and had no attention to spare for trading insults. They exchanged a look and understood each other. They would fight while retreating and secretly lure Ghost Buddha Faceless to the entrance of Two Realms Mountain.
The fat monk Faqing pointed one hand to Heaven and one to Earth, assuming the posture of the Venerable Shakyamuni.
“Above Heaven and beneath it, I alone am supreme! When I become a Buddha in the future, boundless lotuses of blood and flesh shall protect me, guarded by countless asuras. So long as slaughter continues in the human world, this Buddha shall never perish!”
Faqing’s lotus of human flesh exploded. A massive, writhing growth enveloped him, leaving only his broad, pancake-like face exposed and his eyes darting around.
He looked like an infant wrapped in a placenta, only many times larger and wreathed in ghostly menace.
Luo Menghong was not idle either. He whipped his horsetail whisk and chanted.
“The True-Void Homeland. The Unborn Parents! Heaven and Earth stretch desolate, the world is murky. I seek to return home, yet evil runs rampant. I sacrifice the faithful to guard the radiant hall forever! Unborn Venerable Mother, save me!”
As the incantation ended, every ghost Luo Menghong had deceived screamed and dissolved into black smoke. The smoke gathered at tremendous speed and became a sinister goddess more than thirty feet tall, shaped like an old woman. She opened her arms and clasped Luo Menghong tightly against her chest.
Zhao Fei stared and muttered, “Did Bald Brother scare them out of their wits? Have they given up fighting and decided to take the beating head-on?”
“Really?” Chen Daji was doubtful, but he would never miss the chance to beat a drowning dog. He punched himself in the nose, drew his slingshot, and fired.
“Right in the crotch. Go!”
Events unfolded just as Zhao Fei had said. The stone struck Luo Menghong in an unmentionable place and exploded into powder.
Unfortunately, the Luo Sect Master had deployed his strongest defensive art, so Chen Daji’s attack failed to produce its usual slimming effect.