Phi-Fic Chapter 361 Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva obtains a magical artifact and mount; Yang Jiao obtains 9 Qi.
Chapter 361 Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva obtains a magical artifact and mount; Yang Jiao obtains 9 Qi.
What kind of magical artifact could attract so much malevolent energy just before its birth?
To prevent it from emerging, they would suppress it even at the cost of their souls being scattered.
Yang Jiao's heart stirred, and she said to the Mosquito Taoist:
"Mosquito, you hold off Di Ting, I'll go check it out."
With a swift movement, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva vanished from the spot.
Yang Jiao paused where the last glimmer of golden light had disappeared, and without hesitation, spoke again:
"Heavenly Eye".
This time, the Heavenly Eye was no longer used for exploration, but instead shot out a beam of silver light.
Wherever the light touched, there were the mournful cries of the dead.
She killed one group, and another group came from behind to replace them.
"I'd like to see what kind of magical artifact makes you so wary."
I'd rather die than let it out.
Yang Jiao wielded the Thousand Machine Staff and swept across a large area. The moment the staff touched the souls of the dead, those souls scattered.
Countless streams of black vapor rose up.
The malevolent energy of the entire Jiuhua Mountain range rapidly surged, condensing into a massive, tangible ghost.
It clenched its fist and slammed it down.
Yang Jiao lightly touched the ground with her toes, not only not dodging, but also thrusting the stick straight into her palm.
Bang!
A wave of light rippled out from where they met, causing the stream to tremble.
The shattered hand was instantly replaced by other lost souls.
Ksitigarbha sat on the ground, turning his prayer beads and chanting sutras for salvation. Intricate runes emerged from his body, condensing into a chain of golden patterns that rustled and wrapped around the enormous spirit.
The two worked together seamlessly.
But there are far too many dead souls in these mountains.
This is more than the number of people Yang Jiao performed for the deceased on the grasslands of Qishan.
It was as if all the dead souls in the world were gathered here.
"There are too many, we can't finish them all!"
They are not strong, but they are everywhere on the mountains and fields!
Ksitigarbha said in a deep voice, "This is a blessed land, and these dead souls should not be here."
He stood up, gathered all his magical power in his arm, and threw a powerful punch.
Like a hanging painting, it repelled the undead onto the mountain, and the massive impact caused a burst of golden light to shine through.
A golden Zen staff is stuck horizontally from the split mountain.
The top is shaped like a lotus pagoda, and there are nine rings on the top of the staff, which are now ringing.
Yang Jiao looked over and was startled!
This is the staff, a ritual implement of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!
No wonder these dead souls are willing to commit suicide to suppress it; this is a powerful artifact specifically designed to deliver the souls of the dead.
Ksitigarbha felt the prayer beads on his body become even hotter.
The staff trembled with excitement at his presence, as if responding and anticipating something.
Yang Jiao stood up, looked at Ksitigarbha and said:
“I will lure the spirit away, and you can use the magical artifact to make it recognize you as its master.”
Before the words had even finished, Yang Jiao had already leaped forward with a light touch of her toes. These wandering souls were not to be feared when they were scattered, but after they condensed together, each attack they launched was comparable to the power of a Golden Immortal at the peak of perfection.
Yang Jiao flipped in mid-air to avoid the hammer blow, twirling the Thousand Machine Staff in her hand. The Samadhi True Fire released from the Bagua Cloud Light Cloth adhered to it, striking the deceased's shoulder directly.
An arm fell.
It roared, and the raging wind that surged from its mouth stirred up even more of the dead souls.
Mosquito Taoist suddenly reminded:
"Listen carefully!"
The Di Ting, its mind already bewitched by the spirits of the dead, abandoned its fight with the Mosquito Taoist and rushed towards Yang Jiao.
Mosquito Taoist was even faster; with a flap of his wings, he arrived in front of Yang Jiao in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, the two were attacked from both sides, and the golden statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva appeared below them, as immovable as a mountain.
If we could kill Di Ting, we wouldn't be in such a passive position.
Yang Jiao frowned, then suddenly hooked her arm around the Mosquito Taoist's shoulder and said, glancing sideways:
"Mosquito, can I borrow some of your magic power?"
Mosquito Taoist took Yang Jiao's hand without the slightest hesitation, closed his eyes, and passed the energy through his palm.
They stood side by side, the wind howling and tangling their dark hair as it flew about.
The enormous ghost slammed down, as if to smash them into a pile of minced meat.
Yang Jiao hooked her arm around the Mosquito Taoist's hand, raised it, and shouted at the departed soul:
"The Spirit Official's Seal!"
On their intertwined hands, the Mosquito Taoist's immense magical power materialized into a gigantic hand, its five fingers forming a hand seal, raising a giant middle finger towards the spirits of the Jiuhua Mountains.
Bang bang bang.
The sound was like countless bubbles bursting, echoing through the valley.
The giant undead collapsed with a thud.
Yang Jiao released her hands, put them on her hips, and looked down at the entire mountain:
Have you ever seen a middle finger fall from the sky?
Behind her, Di Ting raised its sharp claws and attacked Yang Jiao's back.
Mosquito Taoist spun around, swung his hand, and slapped it on Di Ting's head, making Di Ting wake up for a moment. Di Ting blinked and then revealed its fierce fangs.
It's wobbling, about to fall but not quite.
This shows how much force a mosquito can exert after breaking through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.
With a little magic, one can annihilate the spirits of an entire mountain; with a single slap, one can shatter the teeth of a ferocious beast.
"roar~"
Di Ting roared angrily.
At this time,
Without the obstruction of the dead, the golden light from Ksitigarbha's chanting wrapped around the staff like silk threads, instantly pulling it out of the mountain range.
Long!
A deafening, heavy sound suddenly rang out from behind.
Yang Jiao turned around.
Ksitigarbha was dressed in a wide Taoist robe, with a bald head and kind eyes, holding a tin staff and striking the ground.
Golden light surged forth, calming the still restless Di Ting.
Its lifeless eyes gradually cleared, and slowly, all the black aura on its body faded away, revealing it to resemble a docile little white dog.
But the single horn on top is particularly eye-catching.
When Di Ting's gaze fell upon Ksitigarbha, who held a staff, it suddenly trembled, then prostrated itself on all fours and spoke in human language:
“Master, the staff and I have been waiting for a long time.”
Yang Jiao was extremely jealous.
It turns out that the Di Ting (a mythical beast) recognizes its owner along with the ritual implement; I should have known better than to take it earlier.
Oh well, I can't get it anyway.
The reason why that ritual implement resonates with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is probably because they are both used to deliver the souls of the dead.
With a ripple of gold, the evil spirits vanished.
If you don't become a monk yourself, you can't lift it.
The remaining souls were all delivered from the dead the moment Ksitigarbha's staff fell to the ground.
Yang Jiao looked at the current Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who was now exactly the same as the giant Dharma image on Mount Jiuhua in the future.
She admired it for a moment but didn't forget her business. She stepped forward and patted Di Ting's head, thinking guiltily to herself:
"The mouth of the Di Ting has been slapped so hard by mosquitoes that it looks like it has an underbite. It's so ugly."
As soon as she finished speaking, the dog-like creature, Di Ting, stared straight at her and said:
"I am not ugly."
Yang Jiao pressed her temples, remembering that Di Ting could hear what people were thinking, and fell silent.
Di Ting lay prostrate at Ksitigarbha's feet, nuzzling his head against them, and said:
“I can distinguish between good and evil, and my master is a good man.”
That's true; Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is a pure stream in Buddhism.
Its reputation has always been excellent, past, present, and future.
Then, Di Ting looked at Yang Jiao, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes, and murmured:
"How can you be a good person one minute and a bad person the next?"
Yang Jiao fell silent.
She admitted she was sick. Are you satisfied now? Listen closely.
"satisfy."
Damn it! I forgot again that it can hear people's thoughts.
Di Ting's gaze finally landed on Mosquito Taoist.
The mosquito excitedly approached and eagerly asked:
Who are mosquitoes?
Listen closely to the sighs:
"You are a fool."
Mosquito Taoist was stunned for a moment, then was about to kick him, but Yang Jiao grabbed his waist and dragged him backward.
That is, Yang Jiao, the Mosquito Taoist, struggled but did not use any magic power, his hands flailing.
Yang Jiao poked her head out from under the mosquito's arm and said to Di Ting:
"I helped you out this time, so you'd better figure out how to repay me."
“I have heard you, you will breathe nine times.”
After hearing this, Dizi looked up at Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Only after his master nodded did he lie down on his limbs.
Then it exhaled a breath that floated on the single horn on its head.
Starting from the base of the unicorn, nine different colored auras slowly emanated.
Yang Jiao reached out and caught it, holding it in her palm, her eyes and brows filled with joy:
"Nezha can grow taller!"