Chapter 1 Ghost Monk

Qiao Yu had politely inquired about the ghost monk from the old woman at the foot of the mountain before he even ascended.

The Yuankong Master before him, radiating Buddha-light, was undoubtedly the ghost monk.

"Ghost monk?"

Master Yuankong's originally amiable expression instantly turned ferocious.

"Anyone who dares to call me that, whether human or ghost, has already been scattered to the winds!"

The Buddha-light emanating from Master Yuankong suddenly became mixed with ghoulish energy, that terrifying energy intertwining with the black Buddha-light around him, slowly receding back into Yuankong's body.

Before long, the originally benevolent Master Yuankong with long eyebrows and large ears transformed, his mouth becoming long and grotesque, his eyes blood-red, exactly like the large Buddha statue behind him.

A terrifying yin energy enveloped the entire temple, the terror of that yin energy far surpassing even the skinning ghost.

Qiao Yu's expression also became extremely solemn; the ghost monk's strength was clearly even more terrifying than the skinning ghost.

"Brother Qiao Yu, be careful."

A hint of fear rarely seen flashed across Zhang Erhe's eyes.

"This Master Yuankong was infinitely skilled in Buddhism during his life, and his obsession did not dissipate after death. This is dozens of times more terrifying than ordinary vengeful ghosts!"

Master Yuankong put his palms together.

"All living beings suffer, yet the gods and Buddhas in the sky turn a blind eye. Since that's the case!"

Master Yuankong's eyes widened in anger, and the glazed Buddhist staff in his hand transformed into a black demon subduing pestle!

"Then I shall deliver these sentient beings! If gods block me, I will kill them; if demons hinder me, I will slaughter them; if Buddhas obstruct me, I will slay them! Even if I have to make the world my enemy, I will not hesitate!"

"I, Yuankong, am the only true Buddha!"

The terrifying Buddhist sound spewed from Yuankong's mouth, shaking Qiao Yu and Zhang Erhe off their feet, and even the entire Ghost Mountain trembled under this sound.

That bizarre aura was as despairing as the end of the world.

This terrifying commotion directly stunned everyone on Ghost Mountain.

Qin Hao, still searching for Qiao Yu's whereabouts while holding his long sword, raised his head with some trepidation.

"This Buddhist sound... Ghost monk? But when did the ghost monk become so powerful?"

According to past experience, the ghost monk shouldn't be this strong; at most, he would be evenly matched with Zhang Erhe.

First, the mysterious black-robed man, and then the incredibly powerful ghost monk, just how many unknown changes have occurred in this Ghost Mountain dungeon?

"So strong!"

Qiao Yu and Zhang Erhe, who had climbed back up, stared solemnly, blankly, at Yuankong holding the demon subduing pestle before them.

"Brother Qiao Yu, be careful yourself; I may not be able to take care of you." Zhang Erhe drew the peach wood sword from his back.

His eyes were filled with determination, and he clearly had the will to die.

Zhang Erhe drew a yellow talisman and stuck it on the tip of the peach wood sword, and at the same time, the peach wood sword cut through his palm.

"Left supports Liujia, right guards Liuding, Yellow God in front, Yue Zhang behind, divine consciousness slaughters, not avoiding the powerful."

"Divine Ghost Seven Kill Order! Execute!"

The Seven Kill Order, when used with the peach wood sword, was far more powerful than the previous time; the yellow talisman exploded in front of the ghost monk Yuankong.

Yuankong waved the demon subduing pestle to scatter the talisman, but a small piece of the talisman still cut Yuankong's cheek, and the blood flowing from Yuankong's face was actually bright red!

Having injured Yuankong with one strike, a hint of surprise appeared on Zhang Erhe's face.

Yuankong shook his head. "Amitabha, mere mortals dare to harm a true Buddha; look at your feet."

Zhang Erhe looked down at his feet, only to find that a sea of blood had unknowingly formed beneath them!

And that sea of blood was still rising, quickly rising from Zhang Erhe's ankles to his knees.

Zhang Erhe looked up and discovered that the source of the sea of blood was flowing from the wound on Yuankong's face.

Qiao Yu was also enveloped in this sea of blood; he wanted to break free, but this sea of blood was not an illusion, but real blood.

"Those who dare to harm the true Buddha can only fall into the blood sea hell, eternally receiving punishment in the boiling sea of blood to atone for their sins, Amitabha."

Yuankong put his palms together, and the speed of the sea of blood increased, quickly reaching Zhang Erhe's neck.

"Now, the only way for you two to escape this blood sea hell is to convert to my Buddhism," Yuankong said indifferently.

"Mere heretical Buddha, wishful thinking!"

Zhang Erhe roared angrily, his hands forming a hand seal, and a faint blue arc of lightning danced in his palm.

Qiao Yu's expression changed, as if he had guessed what Zhang Erhe was about to do.

"Wait! Zhang Daoshi, I'm still in the sea of blood... l-l-l-lightning..."

"Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunderclap God!"

But Zhang Erhe didn't stop at all, directly plunging his hands filled with lightning arcs into the sea of blood, and Qiao Yu was directly electrocuted into a stuttering mess.

"Sorry, Brother Qiao Yu, today you and this sea of blood must lose one!"

Qiao Yu: "???"

Zhang Erhe increased the power of the lightning, and the sea of blood was constantly evaporating under the high temperature. Soon, the sea of blood in the temple was completely evaporated.

Qiao Yu was also directly electrocuted into an afro.

[Rage state has been triggered.]

Qiao Yu opened his mouth and spat out a puff of black smoke, inwardly exclaiming, "Well done!"

Zhang Erhe's thunder magic directly triggered his passive skill.

"Among the vast Fengdu, layers upon layers of Vajra Mountain, the immeasurable light of the Spiritual Treasure illuminates the burning pool of vexation."

"The souls of the ninefold hells follow the incense cloud pennant, may they be reborn on the lotus of serenity and wisdom, and their spirits forever at peace."

"Heaven and earth are boundless, break the hell curse! Arise!"

After using the thunder spell to solve the sea of blood, Zhang Erhe continuously formed hand seals, directly using the Hell Breaking Curse. The peach wood sword flew into the air and shot straight towards Yuankong's face.

However, when the peach wood sword reached before Yuankong's face, it suddenly stopped strangely.

As if there was a wall of air in front of Yuankong, the peach wood sword began to tremble violently, and then, the entire peach wood sword shattered into pieces all over the ground.

"It is too foolish for a mere mortal to attack a true Buddha."

Yuankong seized the gap in Zhang Erhe's spellcasting and slammed the demon subduing pestle heavily on Zhang Erhe's chest, causing Zhang Erhe to bleed profusely on the spot.

Just as Yuankong was preparing to press his advantage, a blade of light accompanied by a dragon's roar slashed fiercely towards him.

"What dense baleful aura!"

Yuankong's expression changed for the first time. He didn't dare to take it head-on, but instead instantly retreated to avoid the blade from Qiao Yu.

But a wisp of the baleful aura on the Green Dragon Crescent Blade still brushed against his body.

A violent sizzling sound suddenly erupted from Yuankong's body, like a red-hot iron falling into lard.

Along with Yuankong's injury, his attribute panel was also revealed.

[Epic NPC: Ghost Monk Yuankong]

[Level: lv30]

[Health: 7900/8000]

[Strength: 463]

[Defense: 192]

[Agility: 344]

[Skills: Buddha-sound Deliverance, Blood Sea Hell, Vajra Demon Subduing Pestle]

[Warm reminder: Yuankong was originally a virtuous monk, but he fell into the evil path after death due to an excessive desire to become a Buddha.]

Qiao Yu's expression was very solemn. This Yuankong was only one level away from entering the high-level, which was almost the pinnacle of mid-level existence.

If it weren't for joining forces with Zhang Erhe, plus the Crescent Blade's baleful aura which had a restraining effect on ghosts, he would probably be dead if he encountered the ghost monk alone.

Clang!

Zhang Erhe, who had stood up again, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and pulled out the iron sword that he had never used on his back.

Only when the iron sword was unsheathed did Qiao Yu realize that it was a bronze sword.

"Brother Qiao Yu, things have come to this, I can only fight desperately."

"If I unfortunately die here, please take my body and the astrology compass down Ghost Mountain. I don't want to turn into a corpse fiend or a ghost after death, thank you."

Zhang Erhe's voice was very calm, as if he was saying that he was going to have tomato scrambled eggs for dinner tonight.

"Okay! Leave it to me with peace of mind!"

Qiao Yu nodded.

"By the way, Zhang Daoshi, do you have any busty older sisters or cute and pure younger sisters at home who need me to take care of?"