Chapter 15 Sword Cultivator
On the rooftop, the monk from Jingang Temple pressed his hands together before his chest. The radiance of Buddha flowed across his bronze skin as he chanted the names of Buddha. Waves of Buddhist sounds filled the air, while the screams of the ghostly women grew louder and more anguished.
"Helping evil flourish—Monk, are you not afraid of karmic retribution?" the ghostly woman cursed, a surge of sinister energy sweeping outward.
The monk remained unfazed as his Buddhist powers blossomed ever brighter. The horrifying screams continued, with weaker ghost women burned alive by the radiant intensity. Their bodies disintegrated into ashes, vanishing in smoke.
"Retreat," the ghostly woman commanded the surrounding ghosts. As her voice fell, a terrifying wave of sinister energy burst forth from her body. The hair behind her whipped wildly, growing longer with each moment. Her gaze turned chillingly cold as she raised her head to stare at the monk of Jingang Temple, saying, "Bald donkey, prepare to die."
Saying so, she raised her palm. The sinister energy coalesced into a sharp, deadly blade of white bone, razor-sharp, which she swung toward the monk atop the roof from a distance.
"Abomination,"
The monk shouted in a thunderous voice, his Buddhist radiance intensifying further. With one hand stretched downward, dazzling Buddha-light transformed into a golden Giant Handprint, colliding violently with the white bone claw in a deafening explosion.
"Monk, since Buddha preaches compassion, why do you oppress others so relentlessly?" Li Fan stepped forward, his aura swirling.
"Amitabha Buddha, should you, layman, repeatedly speak on behalf of these ghostly beings, then I must no longer hold back," the monk replied coldly.
With that, an enormous handprint descended from the heavens, aimed directly at Li Fan.
Frowning, Li Fan raised his fist and struck the handprint, shattering it instantly. His eyes sharpened—this monk harbored such a heavy killing intent?