However, the monk did not lose heart, he turned over and got up, glaring at the demon in the sky fiercely, spreading his arms to both sides, and his robes quickly stretched out, turning into a red cloth that covered the sky and the sun, surrounding the entire Taihu Lake, and not a trace of wind or rain could penetrate.

Wherever the cassock passed, it was like a giant walking. Collapse of mountains and shattering of forests were common. When the nine-headed snake ghost was touched by the cassock, it was as if it was thrown like a mountain by the gods in heaven. It was knocked back repeatedly and one of its heads was scratched.

“Prajnaparamitakong! Prajnaparamitakong! Prajnaparamitakong!”

The monk kept chanting incantations, and his robes kept growing larger and longer, like a maze, separating the three-headed demon inside.

Afterwards, the monk pulled the cassock and flew towards the green-headed python, intending to defeat the three demons one by one from weak to strong.

However, after only three or five moves, the green-headed python suffered some minor injuries, and the monk’s face became serious and he flew up.

Almost at the same time, a big hole was burned in the cassock, and five beams of Nanming Lihuo passed through the hole and sprayed towards the place where the monk was previously.

If the monk had not taken advantage of his home advantage to avoid the attack in advance, his soul would have been torn to pieces but his body would have been damaged.

Soon after, the dragon-bodied demon ghost also used his ghost power to break through the predicament of the cassock and chased after the monk.

The monk’s expression finally became serious. Although he didn’t know the origins of these three ghosts, each of them was no weaker than him. He just relied on the power of Buddha to restrain the evil spirits and did not lose the upper hand in a short period of time.

However, if he were to fight head-on, one against three, it would be difficult for him to subdue the three demons, and he would even be defeated in no time.

“Damn it! Where on earth did these three evil spirits and those evil ghosts come from? The fairies from Suzhou Hundred Flowers Garden are not here either, and I don’t know what the situation is like in the city.”

The monk muttered to himself angrily with a frown on his face. He was not worried about himself. Although he could not take down the three demons, it would not be difficult for him to escape unscathed. He was only afraid of the danger in the city. Once the three demons escaped, this place would turn into the sea in a moment.

“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM!”

At this moment, thunder fell from the sky, and a huge purple thunder hit the three-headed demon ghost on the head. The continuous thunder made the three-headed demon ghost full of black smoke, and fell from the sky into the lake.

“Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon! Prajna Buddhas! World Honored One Ksitigarbha! Prajna Paramakong!”

The monk subconsciously took advantage of the victory and released Buddha’s light from his right hand towards the lake.

“boom!”

It is said that the magic power is boundless, the sea is split and the mountains are collapsed. The monk pushed out with one palm, and the powerful Buddhist power split the Taihu Lake, and the three-headed demon was also beaten to the bottom of the lake.

Woban was also merciless. Dense thunder poured down on the three-headed ghosts at the bottom of the lake, making the three ghosts tremble all over and smoke coming out of their seven orifices.

Suddenly, the monk fell from the sky. Woban’s pupils shrank and he immediately created a whirlwind to protect himself, thus keeping himself safe.

The cassock surrounding Taihu Lake was blown away by the strong impact, and the turbid waves rushed in from outside Taihu Lake like a dragon emerging from the sea. After crashing into Taihu Lake, it rose up from the lake again, carrying the water of the lake towards Woban.

“Frozen blizzard, I command you, come to my side!”

Seeing through the poison in the lake water at a glance, Woban immediately chanted the Word of God.

A cold blizzard came from the north, bringing with it terrible cold and solid hail, submerging the dragon that the lake had transformed into.

The attack, which was enhanced by the power of the spell through words, froze the three-headed water dragon into an icicle in just three or four seconds, standing upright between heaven and earth.

“Hahahahaha! You three idiots, have your brains been imprisoned for thousands of years? You can’t even beat a junior, and you don’t even know how to run away when you can’t beat him.”

While Woban was dealing with the water dragon, a sharp voice was heard, as if coming from three different people. The three tones overlapped one after another, which was extremely strange and harsh, making people feel irritated when listening to them.

“You should be satisfied now that we’ve caused a flood and killed people. Why don’t you run away? Do you really want to wait for the Heavenly Court to send out gods to kill you again?”

The three-headed snake-like demon seemed to calm down a little. The violent resentment emanating from its body gradually subsided, and its body became much smaller. While Woban was freezing the water dragon, it turned into black ghost mist and escaped in the direction where the cassock was torn.

Chapter 322 The Strongest Villager

Probably because they had no physical bodies, the six evil ghosts ran very fast, and they flew dozens of miles in a breath. Woban did not chase them, because even if he caught up with them, it would be difficult to capture them.

The three ghosts and three snakes were quite powerful, and their energy reactions were very strong. According to Yang Jian and Li Erlang, they should be in the realm of immortals, and they were considered mid-level immortals, not much worse than normal godslayers. Moreover, the three-headed snake ghost seemed to have lost some of its sanity. If it calmed down, it might be even stronger.

With Woban’s strength, he could still possibly win if he had to deal with three at the same time. But if he had to deal with six at the same time, it would be a miracle if he could escape unscathed.

The domination of the kingship was sealed, the Black Dragon of the Underworld was given to Ishtar to draw the power of faith, and the Servant of Death was left to Ereshkigal to restrain the mischievous Ishtar. Without the strongest and most cunning trump cards, Woban dared not waste time like before. If he died, it would be a great shame. He had to sneak back to retrieve the Black Dragon of the Underworld before he could be resurrected.

After sensing that the six ghosts had fled for more than ten thousand miles, Woban restrained and released his eighth consciousness, unleashing the power of raging winds and waves to disperse the storm covering Suzhou.

After the rain, bright sunshine shone from the blue sky, illuminating Suzhou, which was filled with gloomy atmosphere, and the remaining fog in the ghost realm gradually disappeared.

A rainbow quietly appeared in the sky, with seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and violet, overlapping one another and shining brightly, like a golden bridge lying across Taihu Lake.

Woban’s eyes moved, and he turned his head to look at the island in the lake. The monk had put on his cassock and was now sitting cross-legged on a mountain peak, holding a whisk in one hand and making a Dharma seal with the other, chanting the mantra: “The spring of nectar washes away evil, the willow branches sprinkle gently, dispel sorrow, I chant the mantra now, cleansing myself completely.”

The monk clapped his palm on his chest, and the Buddha’s light permeated and swept away the filth. The ghost poison and disease energy turned into black mist, rising from the monk’s head and then gradually dissipated.

“Amitabha.”

The monk chanted a Buddhist name, stood up, and flew towards Woban.

“I am Fahai from Jinshan Temple. Thank you for your help, fellow Taoist.”

The monk put his hands together, bowed slightly to Woban, and announced his Buddhist name.

“There’s no need to thank me. I’m not here to help you. I’m invited by the God of Justice Yang Jian to capture hundreds of thousands of evil spirits that escaped from the eighteen levels of hell.” Woban said calmly as he looked at the famous monk.

“What! Hundreds of thousands of evil ghosts? Escaped from the eighteen levels of hell? How could it be?!” Upon hearing this, Fahai’s face suddenly changed, and he asked in shock and anger.

No wonder he always found evil ghosts recently, it turned out that something went wrong in the underworld.

You have to know that the ghosts imprisoned in the Eighteen Hells are all evil people who committed serious crimes during their lifetime. Moreover, the longer they are imprisoned in the Eighteen Hells, the more punishments they receive, and the more ferocious the evil ghosts become. Once they escape from the underworld, they will be like a tiger returning to the mountains and a dragon entering the sea. Ordinary heavenly soldiers and ghost messengers in the underworld will find it difficult to do anything to them.

If hundreds of thousands of evil spirits were left unchecked, they would be enough to turn the human world into a netherworld in a short period of time.

Woban looked at Fahai thoughtfully, and suddenly a hint of evil smile flashed in his eyes. He patiently explained: “Some time ago, Huashan Sanshengmu and the mortal Liu Yanchang’s son Chenxiang learned some skills from somewhere, broke into the underworld without permission, rescued Liu Yanchang who was thrown into hell, and smashed the eighteen levels of hell, releasing hundreds of thousands of evil spirits, which were scattered everywhere in the Yin and Yang worlds. Now the world is in chaos.”

“What a bold monster! He deserves death!”

Fahai was furious, golden flames flickered in his eyes, and anger was revealed in his words.

“I wonder how the Heavenly Court handles this matter?”

Fahai suppressed his anger and asked Woban.

“Heaven? Haha, the Jade Emperor sent 50,000 soldiers and ordered the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li as the marshal to capture Chenxiang in the lower world. But… it’s meaningless.”

As Woban spoke, he turned his gaze to the south, watching the ridiculous chaos with a sneer on his face.

“What about the hundreds of thousands of evil spirits? I wonder which group of righteous gods and how many heavenly soldiers and generals the Heavenly Court has sent to capture them?”

Fahai frowned. Although he didn’t understand what Woban meant by “meaningless”, he didn’t hear what he wanted to know from Woban’s words.

“What the Heavenly Court is concerned about now is Chenxiang. The other evil ghosts are irrelevant. Only the God of Justice Yang Jian led the Grass-Headed Gods to the lower world to catch ghosts, and invited me and a few friends to help.”

“…”

Fahai’s face was uncertain, but he did not continue to ask questions. Instead, he made a few hand seals and chanted the mantra: “Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon, World Honored One Ksitigarbha, Prajnaparamita Buddhas, Prajnaparamita Mahakala! Open your heavenly eyes!”

Two fingers passed between the eyebrows, and a golden light flickered between the eyebrows, as if looking at the Amra fruit in the palm of the hand, and seeing the red land of China for thousands of miles.

This is the clairvoyance among the six supernatural powers of Buddhism. Although it cannot clearly see the heaven, the underworld, the gods and demons, it is not difficult to see the mortals in the world.

Buddha’s light, spiritual light, yin energy, demonic energy, a chaotic scene appeared in Fahai’s sight. However, Fahai breathed a sigh of relief. Although the only god who traveled around the world to catch evil spirits was Erlang Zhenjun, the local gods, ghost messengers, monks and guests were not mediocre people. They barely suppressed the evil spirits that harmed the world.

Although there were many casualties among ordinary people, there were not many towns that suffered as heavy casualties as Suzhou.

“what?”

Fahai’s divine eye between his brows was fixed, and a look of doubt appeared on his face, because when he turned his divine eye to the south, he saw a war, a war between heavenly soldiers and generals and mortals.

Judging from the location, it should be a small village located in the mountains and forests. The villagers there are quite brave. They dare to fight against the heavenly soldiers and generals with kitchen utensils and farm tools. Only dozens of villagers have fought with 50,000 heavenly soldiers and reached a stalemate.

What is this ghost?

Fahai was confused and felt as if he had been tricked.

A group of mortals who seemed to have no martial arts skills, had no sense of power when swinging their swords, and did not know any magic, were able to fight against 50,000 heavenly soldiers and generals.

Although only less than a thousand of the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals actually went into battle, the rest surrounded the enemy without attacking. There was a young man among the villagers who was not good at martial arts but had great magical powers. But when did the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals become so weak?

If he was not mistaken, then the leader of the army was not the Heavenly King Li who held the pagoda? The immortal who fought with the young villager was clearly Nezha the Third Prince.

Wait! What did this fellow Taoist say just now?

“Fellow Daoist, you just said that the Jade Emperor ordered the Heavenly King Li the Pagoda-Bearing King to lead 50,000 heavenly soldiers and generals to the lower world to capture the evil monster Chenxiang?” Fahai closed his heavenly eyes and asked Woban.

“Did you see it?”

Woban asked Fahai with a mocking smile on his face.

“Saw.”

Fahai knew that Woban knew what he had seen, and nodded seriously.

“Nezha the Third Prince, the Four Princesses of the East China Sea, the Fairy Chang’e, and the Fairy Baihua all have deep friendships with the Three Holy Mothers of Huashan, and they love the only son of the Three Holy Mothers as well. The Buddhist Altar Purifier, Marshal Tianpeng among the former Milky Way gods, is Chenxiang’s first master. The Buddhist Fighting Buddha and the former Flower-Fruit Mountain Demon King, the Monkey King Sun Wukong, have guided Chenxiang in learning skills. Haha, with all these personal relationships, how dare the heavenly soldiers and generals under the command of Tota-Bearing Heavenly King Li help?” Woban said with a sneer.

“Releasing hundreds of thousands of evil ghosts to harm the human world, such a serious crime cannot be ignored with just a few words of human relations?” Fahai said angrily.

“It’s no use for you to say this to me. Even among you Buddhists, don’t you have a few Bodhisattvas and Arhats who can come out to take care of this matter?”

Woban looked around the world and deliberately ignored the possible Taoist temples of celestial beings, but he could sense everything in the world. Although Buddhist temples and Taoist temples all over Shenzhou were protecting the people, no Heavenly Emperor or Buddha or Bodhisattva had appeared in person.

Fahai was speechless for a moment, his expression changed several times, and gradually became firm.

“I still have to go catch the ghost and bring him to justice. I’ll leave now. Please do as you please, sir.”

Woban seemed unaware and left a few words before flying towards Suzhou city.

Fahai watched Woban enter the city, then slowly lowered his eyes. His right hand holding the whisk gradually tightened, and several blue veins appeared.

The next moment, Fahai jumped up and turned into Buddha’s light and flew to the south.

At the same time, Woban stopped what he was doing, stood in the sky over Suzhou, and stared at Fahai’s departing back, looking as if he was enjoying a good show.

“The mighty dragon, the Buddha Ksitigarbha… How interesting, it’s actually Zhao Wenzhuo’s version of Fahai. Well, it would be even more interesting if it was Jiao Enjun’s version of Fahai.”

Woban laughed enthusiastically, and his mocking smile revealed a bit of evil taste.

“Journey to the West”, “The Legend of White Snake”, “The Lotus Lantern” and “Investiture of the Gods” are the four most famous Chinese mythological works. Even if Woban is reincarnated, he will never forget them. Among them, Zhao Wenzhuo’s version of “Green Snake” left a particularly deep impression on Woban.

He is arguably the most domineering Fahai in history, the most murderous Fahai, and also the Fahai with the strongest martial arts. After practicing for twenty years, he has already reached the state of unity of Buddha and self, which is unattainable for others who have practiced for thousands of years. He carries a dragon on his back, which is over his shoulders and is full of murderous aura. He gives people the feeling of meeting the Yellow-browed King pretending to be Tathagata in the Little Leiyin Temple, and dares to call him a monster and shout “Great and Mighty Heavenly Dragon” without hesitation.

With Fahai’s temper, there is no way he would ignore Chenxiang’s matter. However, once he intervenes, he will inevitably encounter obstacles from Buddhists – Zhu Bajie, Sun Wukong, and even Guanyin Bodhisattva and Tang Sanzang.

He wanted to see whether Fahai would take action against the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas for the sake of his beliefs.

If so, it would be very interesting. Much more interesting than Fahai and Yang Jian having the same face.

Woban smiled and returned to the ground. He put the evil spirits frozen in the glacier into the cage of the servants of death and prepared to go to the next place where evil spirits were rampant.

“The Immortal will stay!”

Seeing that Woban had caught the evil ghost and was about to leave, the ghost catcher who stayed in the city shouted hurriedly.

Woban paused for a moment, and saw a ghost officer jumping onto the top of a tall building. He bowed to him and said respectfully, “We are ghost officers from the underworld. We have been ordered to come to the human world to capture the escaped evil ghosts. Please, Immortal, hand over those evil ghosts to us and let us take them back to the underworld.”

“There is no need. I will hand these evil ghosts over to Yang Jian. He will then take all the evil ghosts to the underworld.” Woban said coldly.

“God of Justice? Erlang Zhenjun!”

The ghost officers below were immediately shocked. Although they had heard that the God of Justice led the Grass-Headed God to help the underworld capture evil ghosts, they had never expected that the God of Justice could find such a helper.

only……

The ghost messengers showed embarrassment on their faces. If all the evil ghosts in Suzhou were captured by the God of Justice, they would be in trouble. The God of Justice was a famous cruel official. If the number of evil ghosts brought back to hell by the God of Justice was the same as that captured by the underworld, or even more, then the Ten Kings of Hell would be labeled as incompetent, and the ghost messengers would not have a good ending.

Woban didn’t care what the ghost officials were worried about, or how badly Yang Jian’s reputation had been ruined by the corpse. He just responded casually and took a step out of Suzhou, leaving only a group of ghost officials who were worried about the title of the god of justice.

In about a quarter of an hour, Woban traveled all over the country, encountering many ghost messengers and grass-headed gods under Yang Jian. At the same time, he also caught almost all the evil ghosts wandering in the world.

The reason why it is almost, rather than completely, is that the evil spirits that escaped from hell are not only the souls of humans and qigong practitioners, but also some demons that are said to be suppressed under the eighteenth level of hell.

Most of those monsters were once famous monsters in the world. At the very least, they were monster kings with thousands of years of cultivation. Even if they died, their true spirits were connected to the six realms of reincarnation, allowing them to be reincarnated – this was a specialty of the mythological world.

However, the true spirits of these great demons are too powerful. Once reincarnated, they will inevitably awaken their memories of their past lives and recover their thousand years of cultivation in a short period of time.

Therefore, these great monsters that were once famous for their deeds were usually suppressed in the eighteenth level of hell after being killed. After suffering the punishment of the eight cold and eight hot hells, they were able to be reincarnated only after their obsessions and resentments were resolved by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

However, because of Chenxiang’s incident, most of the demons suppressed in the eighteenth level of hell escaped. Although Woban captured dozens of them, he had not captured all of them because the six demons encountered in Suzhou were nowhere to be seen.

After searching again and again, Woban couldn’t find the other demon.

This is not surprising. His eighth consciousness is invincible in other worlds, but it seems a little powerless in the world of immortals with heavenly secrets and the way of heaven. This is because all immortals have the magic to calculate and conceal the secrets of heaven. His eighth consciousness can only peek into the surface of the world and cannot find those monsters and ghosts by reading the world’s memory.

Therefore, Woban did not waste any more time and directly took the more than 500,000 evil spirits in the cage of the servants of death back to the town where they came from to meet Yang Jian.