Yellow Springs Ghost Messenger

Yin spirits are weaker than Yang spirits, making them easier to control. But this bowl contains a complete soul, unified yin and yang! Releasing this thing would definitely attract Ghost Messengers!

If they spoke of ghost messengers to others, those people might scoff. But these monks were different; this was their profession, and they believed in such things!

"Holy crap, block this guy quickly! Don't attract those filthy things!"

The abbot's face turned pale with fright. He immediately cast a spell, a wave of light enveloping the entire thatched hut, isolating all fluctuations.

But it was too late. After a moment, they suddenly felt a jolt in their hearts, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.

The sounds of insects and birds outside vanished, replaced by a rustling noise that made their scalps tingle.

The young monk ran to the window, poked a hole in the paper, and just glanced outside. He immediately sat down on the ground.

His face was deathly pale. He turned and stammered to the others, "Ou-outside, there are so many people!"

The abbot knew something was wrong and followed to take a look.

Outside stood a crowd of people, armed with weapons and dressed in various attire. Without exception, they were all expressionless, their faces pale and waxy, looking nothing like living people.

"Form the array!"

The abbot of Dragon Tiger Temple couldn't bother with anything else. He let out a loud shout, and the others immediately stood around the Buddha statue, forming hand seals and chanting words that sounded like scriptures.

Slowly, the Buddha statue began to emit golden light, illuminating the entire room brightly.

"Who dares to arbitrarily seize souls!"

A voice sounded from outside the thatched hut. It was sharp but not piercing, not loud, yet it had an ethereal quality, as if spoken right beside their ears.

Inside, the monks closed their eyes, chanting Buddhist scriptures, not daring to reply.

Outside, over thirty Ghost Messengers were neatly arrayed. The entire sky was covered in dark clouds, with surging malevolent energy that blotted out the moon. A chilling wind blew like ghostly wails.

The situation here quickly drew the attention of most people, but their faces changed, and they quickly returned to their homes, closing doors and windows, and not venturing out again.

Some older cultivators kept a tight watch on the people they brought, offering no explanation and simply locking them in their rooms.

But there were always those who sought trouble and wanted to court death. Hearing others say that the Yellow Springs had sent people to catch ghosts, they didn't believe such superstitious tales and headed in that direction, wanting to investigate.

However, from afar, they could only see a dilapidated thatched hut, with faint golden light emanating from within and the soft chanting of Buddhist scriptures.

They couldn't see anything else. Monks performing rituals inside? How strange.

Moreover, the temperature here was incredibly low. The night wind was bone-chilling, and even circulating their spiritual energy couldn't ward it off.

"Damn it, this is really eerie," muttered a fat man, who then walked directly towards the courtyard.

"Come back! Hurry back!"

Someone tried to dissuade him, but the fat man didn't listen. The moment he pushed open the courtyard fence, he froze in place.

Everyone stared with wide eyes. Then, with a bang, without any warning, the fat man fell backward, looking up at the sky.

This scene terrified many, and the crowd scattered in a panic. No one paid attention to whether the fat man lived or died.

Ghost Messengers can make whomever they wish see them. This foolishly daring fat man satisfied his curiosity, and therefore, he saw.

However, he was now shackled, held by two figures who didn't look alive.

"I... I just came to look. I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

He had gone mad, begging, but no one paid him any mind.

He wanted to escape, but his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, completely unable to move.

Inside the hut, Xiang Tian clearly perceived everything happening outside, marveling at the wonders of the world. He had seen people courting death, but never anyone so eager to do so.

Seeing that no one inside responded, the leading Ghost Messenger, with a saber at his waist, stepped forward to push open the door.

But with just a touch, he shrieked and retreated, looking at his hand. A golden force was gnawing at his fingertips.

"Refusing to submit to authority, you shall die!"

The Ghost Messenger was enraged. He drew the saber at his waist and slashed directly at the thatched hut.

"Boom!"

With a loud crash, the thatched hut exploded into pieces, revealing the monks, the bizarre Buddha statue, and Xiang Tian, who was in the Buddha bowl on the table, now peeking out at these individuals.

On this point, he had to give the Yellow Springs a thumbs-up for their efficiency. He had barely had his soul snatched before they arrived.

After all, for living beings to snatch souls from others was like challenging their livelihood, challenging their authority.

"So it's you monks. How interesting. Do you know that seizing another's soul is a grave sin!"

The abbot couldn't hold back any longer. He could only open his eyes. Fortunately, the great array was complete, so at least their lives wouldn't be in danger today.

He clasped his hands together and bowed to the leading Ghost Messenger: "Amitabha. Our intention was not to seize his soul. Our mistake led to this situation. We have caused you trouble and have offended you. Please forgive us."

The Ghost Messenger saw the Buddha statue behind them and felt a sense of wariness. Such an item had a strong restraining effect on them. Thus, he spoke, "Since you did not intend to seize his soul, hand him over to me now, and I will escort him back."

Upon hearing this, the monks immediately fell into a dilemma. Returning Xiang Tian? If they returned him, they would have nothing. Their revenge would be unfulfilled, they wouldn't obtain the Buddha Relic, and they would have to worry about this guy bringing people back to hunt them down.

"Abbot, we can't! Our Arhat Golden Array should be able to hold off these guys. Otherwise, these creatures would have already rushed in."

"That's right, Abbot. If we hand this kid over now, all our efforts will be in vain!"

Hearing the dissuasion from the people beside him, the abbot hardened his heart, gritted his teeth, and, mustering his courage, began to bargain.

"Benefactor, this humble monk still has some unresolved matters with this person. Could you grant us a little more time?"

The Ghost Messenger leader: "?"

Damn, you're trying to bargain with me, a ghost?

And asking for more time? Do you know you're challenging my authority!

"Guards, strike!"

The leader didn't hesitate at all, waving his hand dismissively, no longer bothering with this guy who was pushing his luck.

The Ghost Messengers behind him drew their swords and began hacking at the golden barrier.

The monks were stunned. Why are they attacking without a word?

"Smash it! I want to see if these little bald donkeys can really turn the heavens upside down today!"

You want to bargain with me? You can bargain after I send you to the Yellow Springs!

The Arhat Golden Array was bombarded, emitting brilliant golden light, but it remained unbroken for a long time. Seeing this, the monks breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside, the Ghost Messengers continued their fierce assault, while inside the array, the monks surrounded Xiang Tian, trying to coerce and entice him.

"Kid, we can overlook Wu Wei's death, but you have to hand over the Buddha Relic!"

The abbot glared fiercely at Xiang Tian, completely losing his previous dignified and solemn demeanor.

Inside the alms bowl, Xiang Tian scratched his head. "The Buddha Relic was swallowed by the patriarch of the Ancient Demonic Ape clan. If you want it, you'll have to find him."

The monks were taken aback. Who would believe such a story? You're clearly trying to trick us like ghosts!

There are ghosts outside, go tell them and see if they believe you!

The abbot was furious and immediately chanted an incantation, sending rings of golden light smashing into the alms bowl. He intended to make Xiang Tian suffer a bit, but found that the guy was completely unfazed.

This was utterly absurd. If the Karma Fire couldn't harm him, why were these Buddhist techniques also useless?

"I advise you to stop wasting your energy and just hand me over obediently."

Xiang Tian looked innocent. There's nothing I can do; my soul is naturally special. For these things to cause me any harm is simply wishful thinking.

"Hand you over? I think you're dreaming!"

No matter what, I have to get my hands on that Buddha Relic today!

Just then, a streak of light flashed across the sky, and Qiu Changfeng appeared!

Due to the earlier disturbances in the city, he had made special arrangements for his men, but when he arrived at Xiang Tian's location, he couldn't get in no matter what.

After breaking down the door, he immediately understood the situation and rushed here to see if Xiang Tian's soul was present.

As expected, his eyes immediately fell upon Xiang Tian, right inside the alms bowl!

Seeing the monks, Qiu Changfeng was enraged. "What bald donkey are you? Give me your life!"

With that, a vortex of spiritual energy from his hand shot directly towards the Arhat Golden Array.

"Boom!"

With a world-shattering explosion, the Arhat Golden Array, under the astonished gaze of the monks, crumbled piece by piece, finally dissipating without a trace!

The monks were dumbfounded. Why did this old man have to show up at this exact moment!