Chapter 263
Chapter 263
Chen Daji’s attack might have failed, but that did not mean Ghost Buddha Faceless’s attack was equally useless.
From beneath the bloodred bronze mask came a frenzied chant.
“Namo Acala!
“Nama samanta vajranam chanda maha roshana sphotaya hum!
“Tramaya, tramaya, hum! Trat ham mam!”
It was the Root Mantra of Acala, one of Buddhism’s esoteric mantras, also known as the Great Obstacle-Crushing Mantra.
More than a hundred black-glowing swastikas flared around the Weeping Buddha, empowering it. The Buddha seemed to come alive. It abruptly grew as tall as a five-story building, eyes wide with wrath and its face filled with fury.
A palm larger than a millstone came crashing down upon the two evil sect masters amid a screaming gale.
“Hehehe. Namo Amitabha! Brother, open your Dharma eye and watch this young monk avenge you!”
With a thunderous explosion, Luo Menghong and Faqing were smashed deep into the mountainside, raising clouds of dust. Though protected by evil arts, both emerged deathly pale.
Ghost Buddha Faceless was delighted rather than surprised that his first blow had failed to kill them. It suited him perfectly. He could keep torturing the enemy to avenge Hua Jiunan.
“Hehehe. Suffer! Despair! This is only the beginning of the boundless purgatory!”
He raised his deathly pale right hand and struck into the void. The great Buddha behind him mirrored the movement.
Another tremendous crash made everyone’s ears ring.
Faqing’s fat face turned blue-purple and his eyes bulged. He was clearly badly injured.
Luo Menghong was in even worse condition. His face was white as paper, and strands of black vapor streamed from his body. Even the evil deity embracing him flickered in and out, as though it might vanish at any moment.
Laughing eerily, Ghost Buddha Faceless raised his right hand once more.
“Excellent! You two Niro evil ghosts had better endure a few more blows. The longer you last, the happier I will be, and the more peacefully Brother can smile before the Buddha!”
He began chanting the Vajrasattva Demon-Subduing Mantra.
“Naluojinchi pogaluoye, sapohe. Mopolisheng jieluoye, sapohe.
“Nanmo heladana duolaye, nanmo aliye. Polujidi, shuopolaye, sapohe.
“Om, xidiandu, manduoluo, batuoye, sapohe!”
Empowered by the two great esoteric Buddhist mantras, the Buddha grew more than three hundred feet tall. Its outstretched palm resembled a bank of dark clouds. Whatever the force of the coming blow, the wind alone distorted Faqing’s fat face.
The two evil sect masters were terrified out of their wits. Together they shouted, “Now!”
The instant the giant palm struck, Luo Menghong and Faqing detonated their defensive secret arts.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The three explosions seemed to sound as one, shaking the earth. The restriction over Two Realms Mountain shattered under the impact.
Two figures shot through the dust toward the human world.
Faqing’s wild laughter was broken by violent coughing.
“Namo… cough, cough… Amitabha! Ghost Buddha… cough… so what if you’re stronger? You still fell for my trick! Until we meet again!”
After more than a thousand years, Luo Menghong finally had a chance to escape and was beside himself with excitement.
“Chen Daji, is it? This Sect Master will remember you. You had better remain with the Ghost Buddha for the rest of your life, otherwise…”
An angry shout cut him off.
“Evil beast! Otherwise, what will you do?”
A gleaming battle saber descended from the sky with traceless, consummate grace and slashed heavily at the Luo Sect Master.
At the same time, a series of booming footsteps approached. Snow Corpse was striding toward them from afar. He was far faster than Eighth Master Chang and reached Hua Jiunan’s group in the blink of an eye.
Chen Daji had been worried that Luo Menghong would seek revenge later. Now that an elder had arrived, he immediately complained.
“Uncle Snow Corpse, that stinking Daoist is awful! He said he’d kill me someday… kill my boss!”
He had changed the victim to Hua Jiunan at the last second, afraid that his own life did not carry enough weight.
Chen Daji had underestimated Snow Corpse. Brave and loyal, Snow Corpse had never forgotten the friendship shown by Chen Daji and his father. If anyone threatened either of them, Snow Corpse would have the courage to fight even King Yama, let alone a mere evil sect master.
“Roar!”
With that bellow, Snow Corpse flickered behind Luo Menghong.
“Die!”
His fist, larger than an ordinary laptop screen and wreathed in an endless freezing gale, smashed Luo Menghong’s entire chest apart.
A scream of agony began, then ended abruptly. The gleaming battle saber fell, sending Luo Menghong’s head soaring into the air, his face still frozen in shock and disbelief.