Chapter 155: Transcend Her!

  Qiu Ming was startled and hastily retreated several steps, swiftly removing the kasaya from his body and throwing it into the air. The kasaya suddenly unfolded, like a shield blocking in front of him. The dark needles rained down on the kasaya, which quickly became riddled with holes. With a loud explosion, it shattered into pieces.

  The cassock made the dark needles in the sky pause for a moment, and Qiu Ming, the monk, rolled and crawled on the ground, barely avoiding the fatal blow. However, his body was still pricked by several needles, and the cold air entered his body, causing frost to form on his eyebrows.

  He hastily moved his limbs to drive away the chill, and Monk Qiu Ming immediately sat down on the ground with a wooden fish in front of him, holding a mallet in his hand, striking it against the wooden fish.

  "Kill!"

  The female ghost's hair stood on end, her face twisted to the extreme, revealing two claws with fingernails that were disproportionately long, she let out a shrill cry and pounced straight at Qiu Ming.

  Expel Evil Spell!

  Qiu Ming monk was chanting intricate scriptures, the "dang", "dang" sound of the wooden fish, seemed to be striking at people's hearts, each strike making one's heart tighten. A layer of pale yellow light enveloped Qiu Ming's body, like a protective shield. Ripples emanated from the wooden fish, and the female ghost's form was momentarily stunned by the sonic impact, her body slightly distorted.

  The female ghost was clearly intimidated by the faint Buddhist light on Qiu Ming's body, and didn't dare to approach rashly. The chanting in the forest continued uninterrupted, making the female ghost's head feel dizzy and heavy, as if someone was pumping air into her brain. As a soul, she actually felt a long-forgotten pain.

  That's a pain from the soul, as if there are tens of millions of hands tearing at one's own soul, wanting to annihilate oneself completely.

  "Ahh!"

  The female ghost was thoroughly enraged, and a sharp scream burst from her mouth. Her face became extremely ferocious, and she spread out her hands. The dark wind in the forest surged, and countless flower petals gathered towards her hands. A huge sword quickly took shape, accompanied by the female ghost's roar, and it broke through the air, shooting fiercely at the monk.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  Several waves of sound crashed onto the flower sword, and what made Qiu Ming and Shang feel terrified was that the flower sword suddenly exploded, transforming into dozens of small swords. The sky-covering and earth-shrouding continued to shoot towards him.

  "Boom!"

  Fortunately, there was Buddha's light to protect his body, but the intense impact still made Qiu Ming feel unwell. Although there were no obvious injuries on the surface of his body, his internal organs were shaken. Qiu Ming and Shang felt a sweetness in their throats and almost spat out blood, fortunately, they swallowed it back down.

  "Hah, stinky monk. Aren't you supposed to be exorcising demons and protecting the Tao? Come on!" Seeing Qiu Ming's severe injury, the female ghost let out a maniacal laugh, her voice sending chills down one's spine.

  Qiu Ming's face was filled with shock, completely unexpected that this female ghost would be so ferocious. Even the Exorcism Chant couldn't work on her, to think that the Buddhist music was specifically used to subdue evil spirits. Although this female ghost had reached a realm close to that of a Ghost Master, she had been hiding in these deep mountains for years. She was just a loose cultivator, with only a realm but no battle skills to speak of. With his realm, he should have been able to subdue her, but the strength displayed by the female ghost now made him clearly realize that he had still underestimated her abilities.

  "Ha! Stinky monk, I wonder if your flesh and blood smell as bad as you do?" The female ghost let out a sinister laugh, and suddenly two tree vines shot out from the wooden stake.

  The vines were like living things, like two thorny pythons, which suddenly wrapped around Qiu Ming and the monk with a rustling sound. Qiu Ming and the monk were greatly frightened, and after struggling violently for several times, not only did they fail to break free, but also let the sharp thorns on the vines pierce deep into their flesh.

  Qiu Ming was horrified to discover that the two tree vines were like vampire zombies, sucking his flesh and blood. The strength in his body was rapidly draining away, his skin shrinking at a visible rate, and the deep red blood was quickly gathering along the vines towards the tree stump. Meanwhile, the female ghost let out a cruel laugh, her face revealing an extremely pleased expression.

  "You're courting death!"

  Qiu Ming and the monk burst into rage, using their last strength to take out a five-stage music score and throw it at the defenseless female ghost in mid-air.

  The Buddha's voice chanted, the musical notes exploded in mid-air, transformed into individual notes, quickly condensed into a golden swastika Buddhist seal, pressing down towards the female ghost's head.

  "Huh?"

  The female ghost was completely absorbed in the extreme pleasure of sucking blood and flesh, without expecting that Qiu Ming still had the power to counterattack. When she felt the Buddha's music pressing down on her, it was already too late. Qiu Ming used his last bit of strength to launch a desperate attack, using the Five-Stage Music Symbol, which was equivalent to a mid-level musician's strongest blow. The female ghost had never seen anything like it before, and as someone who hadn't even reached the Ghost Master realm, how could she withstand this attack?

  "Roar!"

  At this moment, a loud roar came from the edge of the forest, and a dragon-shaped shadow flashed by, directly crashing into that Buddha seal. With a loud explosion, the Buddha seal was reduced to nothingness.

  "Whoosh!"

  Two figures flashed in the woods, Zhou Mingxuan's right hand lightly raised, and a sound blade flew out from his fingers, shooting at the tree vines wrapped around Qiu Ming and Shang. In an instant, the vines were cut into two pieces.

  Qiu Ming fell from mid-air and heavily crashed onto the ground.

  Xiao Yun gathered the nine clouds, walked to Qiu Ming's front, squatted down, stretched out his hand and touched Qiu Ming's neck, furrowed his brow, turned around and looked at Zhou Mingxuan, "Dead!"

  Qiu Ming's flesh and blood were sucked away by the tree vines, and his internal organs were severely damaged. He was already dead, with a terrifying corpse that looked like skin wrapped around bones.

  "Fierce ghost! There's a realm after the Ghostly Craftsman's later period!"

  Zhou Mingxuan looked up at the female ghost floating in mid-air, his face somewhat unsightly.

  Xiao Yun stood up and looked at the female ghost in front of him. This was his first encounter with a ghost since he was born, and he felt both curious and cautious at the same time.

  "Who are you?" The female ghost regained her composure from the shock earlier, looking at the two sudden intruders with a puzzled expression, her voice extremely cold.

  "Are you Ding Xiang?" Xiao Yun didn't answer the female ghost's question, but instead asked her back.

  "Clove?"

  The female ghost frowned, her beautiful face now looking extremely ferocious. "Ding Xiang has long been dead, you're in cahoots with that stinky monk, aren't you?"

  Zhou Mingxuan let out a dry laugh, "Miss Dingxiang, don't get angry. Look at us, we're all with our hair down, how could we be monks? If we were in cahoots with him, why would we rescue you?"

  "Hmph, what kind of people are you?" the female ghost said in a cold voice, her tone as eerie as the sound of iron chopsticks grinding against teeth, making one's hair stand on end.

  "In the lower Xiaoyun, this is my friend Zhou Mingxuan, Miss Dingxiang. We've all heard about your situation. Although I don't know what reason caused you to become a wandering spirit, unable to ascend, if you're willing, we can help you find release and no longer suffer in this forest."

  "Hum, a pack of lies, helping me to escape? Who do you think you are, the merciful and compassionate Buddha or Bodhisattva?" The female ghost was not willing to listen to Xiao Yun's words and scolded him bluntly.

  Is this a ghost story? Being told by a ghost that it's a ghost story, Xiao Yun couldn't help but smile wryly. This woman had transformed into a malevolent spirit, harboring immense hatred towards humans to begin with. The two of them were strangers to her, so she didn't believe his words, which was only normal.

  "Brother Zhou, can you win against her?" asked Xiao Yun to Zhou Mingxuan.

  Zhou Mingxuan's hands were clasped behind his back, and he looked up at the female ghost floating in mid-air. A hint of sympathy flashed across his face. "I can kill her, but I won't be able to defeat her. The evil energy on this vengeful spirit is too strong. If we fight, I'm afraid it will end with both of us dying together. Moreover, a ghost's body is illusory and difficult to grasp, so killing her would require some effort."

  Xiao Yun thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you go and restrain her, I'll try to see if I can transcend her."

  "Do you have a way to save him?" Zhou Mingxuan turned his face to look at Xiao Yun, somewhat puzzled.

  Xiao Yun didn't confirm or deny, "Maybe, if we don't try, how will we know? If she can't be saved, then we'll have to kill her. Otherwise, allowing such an existence to grow and develop would be a great calamity."

  "Hmm!"

  Zhou Mingxuan nodded slightly, agreeing to let Xiao Yun try. "Miss Ding, may Zhou learn a few moves from you?"

  "Hmph, I knew you guys were up to no good. Fine, bring it on, whatever tricks you have, I'm not afraid of you!"