Starting from the steel of the heart, slaying demons and monsters.

Chapter 44 The Monks of Vajra Temple

The moment that voice fell, the scene around the dilapidated temple changed again.

What was originally just an illusion filled with bones and flesh has now become like a lake surface tossed with a giant rock, creating ripples.

The ripples surged in from all directions, condensed in the air, and transformed into hideous wild ghosts.

Countless wild ghosts floated out, some missing half a head, some with empty chests, and some with their limbs bent at unbelievable angles.

They were shrouded in thick black mist, and their eye sockets contained no pupils, only two eerie green flames, which looked particularly chilling under the dark red skylight.

These wild ghosts hovered densely around the dilapidated temple, completely surrounding the group.

Seeing this, the monkey finally couldn't hold on any longer. Fear overwhelmed him, causing his legs to give way and his whole body to slide down, landing directly on the ground.

Zhou Zheng swallowed hard, but didn't back down an inch.

Zhang Ping saw this and nodded to himself.

But he didn't have the energy to care about others at that moment.

His mind raced.

It's only because his supernatural power is limited to one strike.

But there are too many minions in front of me. If I can't kill the main body, it's probably useless.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but wonder why there weren't more demons in the scene back then.

However, Zhang Ping was not afraid at this moment, because he saw that red dots had also appeared on the bodies of those wild spirits.

If that counts, wouldn't that be wonderful?

Zhang Ping prepared to charge forward with his knife, but at that moment Jiang Ning suddenly spoke up, her tone icy cold, "If you really cultivate a flesh-and-blood Buddha body and become a Yin God, I might find it a bit troublesome."

"But now.........."

He shook his head slightly, his tone even carrying a hint of regret.

"In the end, he's just a ghost cultivator."

"And you've ruined my mood, so I'm a little angry now."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Ping saw Jiang Ning's hand move.

Raise it to your chest, spread your five fingers, then quickly close them together, interlocking your fingertips. The hand seal changes very quickly, changing three times in a single breath, each time with an indescribable sense of rhythm.

Mountains and rivers imprinted.

Jiang Ning uttered these three words, her voice not loud, yet like a resounding bell, echoing and reverberating in this illusion.

As soon as he finished speaking, a large seal suddenly appeared above his head.

The seal was entirely bluish-black, about the size of a palm, yet it exuded an aura as imposing as a mountain.

Zhang Ping looked up and was astonished. He saw that the seal was covered with countless famous mountains and rivers. The peaks were layered and the rivers were flowing. Every mountain and every river was lifelike, as if the entire landscape of the earth was condensed into this small seal. It was magnificent.

You can even see the waves in the river and the clouds and mist swirling around the mountainside.

It was as if it wasn't carved on, but rather as if real mountains and rivers had been sealed into this seal by some means.

Jiang Ning raised his hand and pointed.

The Mountain and River Seal trembled slightly.

Immediately, the phantom image of a mountain peak suddenly appeared, like a real mountain descending from the sky, pressing down with the power to crush everything.

There was no loud noise, no booming sound.

The moment the phantom of the mountain peak fell, Zhang Ping felt a blur before his eyes, as if a strong wind had swept across his face.

Immediately, the bones shattered, the flesh scattered, and the hideous demons, before they could even scream, turned into wisps of black smoke and vanished into the air.

The dark red dome shattered like a piece of glass.

The moonlight shone down again.

The silvery moonlight fell on the steps in front of the main hall and on Jiang Ning's calm face.

After the bones and flesh disappeared, the ground was clean and tidy, without leaving a trace, as if those horrifying scenes had never existed.

The only difference was that there was something extra in the center of the courtyard.

A bald, fat, black shadowy figure was kneeling on the ground.

The phantom was entirely black, with a bloated and obese body. Its head was bald, without a single hair, and its facial features were squeezed together. It was currently lying on the ground, trembling like a leaf, and dared not even lift its head.

"Immortal, have mercy! Immortal, have mercy!"

The voice was completely different from its previous arrogant tone.

The black phantom shouted and kowtowed, its head hitting the ground with a thud. Even though it was a phantom, the sound was real and could be heard by everyone.

Zhang Ping held the knife, standing still for a long time.

The shock in his eyes had not yet subsided.

The word "awesome" was stuck in my throat, unable to be uttered for a long time. I never expected that such a master would be right next to me.

Who would have thought that this scholar was such a person?

After all, no trace of cultivation could be seen in him.

He turned to look at Jiang Ning, his gaze filled with complex emotions.

Jiang Ning smiled slightly at him, then looked down at the ghostly figure kneeling on the ground.

There was a moment of silence.

Jiang Ning suddenly spoke up, "I didn't expect you to be a Buddhist."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ping paused for a moment, then looked at the black phantom.

But no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't find any trace of Buddhism in the ghostly figure, except for the fact that it had no hair.

Jiang Ning continued, "No wonder I didn't realize your background at first."

Ordinary ghost cultivators are shrouded in extremely yin and evil resentment, their malevolent aura overwhelming, making them easily identifiable at a glance.

However, this ghost cultivator possessed the remnants of Buddhist essence, with Buddhist energy and ghost energy intertwined and mutually concealing each other. If he hadn't activated the Mountain and River Seal to break the illusion and disperse the ghost energy protecting him, it would have been difficult to discern his Buddhist origin.

The ghostly figure raised its head, a bitter expression appearing on its hunched face.

"Immortal, please understand, I am a monk from the Vajra Buddha Temple, with the Dharma name Dukong. To have fallen into this state of being neither human nor ghost, neither Buddha nor evil, is truly out of sheer helplessness and is absolutely not what I desired!"

After speaking, he kowtowed deeply, his tone becoming increasingly sincere, filled with deep grievance.

"My attack on you today was due to the completion of my magic, and I was momentarily blinded by greed. I was truly out of my mind. So please spare my life, I promise I will repent and never have another thought."

Zhang Ping frowned slightly as he watched this scene.

This ghost cultivator looked so disheveled.

But the methods just displayed have clearly harmed many people.

After all, did those bones and flesh walk in on their own?

After hearing what he said, Jiang Ning immediately formed a hand seal with one hand.

As the five fingers flew across the paper, a faint moonlight seemed to flow through them.

He then extended his right index finger and, with a flourish in the air, wrote a silver-white "正" character out of thin air.

The character hung in mid-air, its entire body silvery-white, radiating a soft halo.

Jiang Ning raised her hand and pushed.

The silvery-white characters slowly floated towards the ghostly figure, hovering above his head. Then, they spun around, emitting rays of silver light that poured down like flowing water, completely enveloping the ghostly figure.

The ghost's body stiffened abruptly, still thinking he was doomed.

But a moment later, the character "正" quietly dissipated, turning into silvery-white light spots and disappearing.