Purple Light Trapping Spirit

The Blue Lotus Monk's divine ability took effect, personally obscuring the truth and saving Chen Ming trouble, preventing the Lotus Temple from coming to his door.

Although after the death of Jieding Monk, his branch of disciples lost their backer, they were still Buddhist disciples.

The internal struggles were all domestic affairs, closed behind doors. When facing outsiders, they still had to unite to survive.

The Blue Lotus Monk clasped his hands together and said, "Since the barrier between us has been removed, I will not hide anything from you!"

"The Ghost Cultivator in the city cannot find peace within the temple!

The reason I am staying here and not directly eliminating him is not out of mercy.

It is because the Old Crow Temple in the city has already had means set up by disciples of the Divine Firmament Sect!"

"Divine Firmament Sect?" Chen Ming had never heard of this sect.

Seeing that Chen Ming had not heard of the Divine Firmament Sect, the Blue Lotus Monk explained.

The Divine Firmament Sect was once very prominent. Its founding Ancestor had already cultivated to the Origin Return Realm, saw through life and death, and left this domain.

Later, although the Divine Firmament Sect produced several Spirit Condensation Realm cultivators, no one was able to achieve the Origin Return Realm again, let alone see through life and death.

Currently, the Divine Firmament Sect only has its Sect Master, who is in the Spirit Condensation Realm, to support it.

Not to mention the Divine Firmament Sect, in this domain, there are only a few sects with long traditions and great teachings that might still have powerful beings in the Origin Return Realm.

In this domain now, achieving the Spirit Condensation Realm is already considered remarkable.

To advance further within the Spirit Condensation Realm and cultivate the great divine abilities like the Three Immortal Aunts of the Myriad Laws Sect is even rarer!

Even so, the three Immortal Aunts of the Myriad Laws Sect have not achieved the Origin Return Realm; they are still in the Spirit Condensation Realm.

It was precisely because the Blue Lotus Monk saw that disciples of the Divine Firmament Sect had set up means in Golden Sun City, and he did not want to offend the relationship between the Lotus Temple and the Divine Firmament Sect, that he did not act directly.

The Divine Firmament Sect had a glorious past, possessed a Foundation, and still had some face and connections.

If he went too far, it would not look good.

Chen Ming's expression changed slightly upon hearing this, and he thought to himself, "I never expected such a thing!"

"Fellow Daoist Situ still owes that old crow a favor that hasn't been repaid. It was with her gift, the Mountain God Yellow Scroll, that I narrowly escaped a calamity. It would not be good to just watch that old crow die!"

Chen Ming's thoughts turned, and he said to the Blue Lotus Monk:

"The Ghost Cultivator who entered the temple came from Vast Mountain and is someone I know. Why don't you, divine monk, accompany me to witness the ceremony and see the methods of the Divine Firmament Sect?"

The Blue Lotus Monk, with some unknown scheme, smiled and chanted a Buddhist name, agreeing.

The two, one after the other, soon arrived in front of the newly built Old Crow Temple in Golden Sun City.

That Ghost Cultivator Wuhun, I don't know where he learned his methods, but he managed to infuse a bit of Incense and Fire energy into the Soul Hooking Wind he refined.

By reversing the Magic Art and blowing it out, the Soul Hooking Wind transformed into Soul Soothing Wind.

The Mortals in front of the Old Crow Temple, after being blown by the Soul Soothing Wind, all benefited. Their minor ailments and sicknesses were dispelled, and they felt much more relaxed.

When the Mortals received benefits, they became much more devout, generating a lot of Incense and Fire, which fell upon Wuhun.

After Wuhun obtained the Incense and Fire energy and refined it, the depleted magic power he had gradually recovered.

Besides blowing wind, Wuhun also employed many other mystical methods. After busy for half a day, the Mortals' ritual finally concluded.

"Invite the God into the Temple!"

The temple keeper of the Old Crow Temple recited the prayer, arranged the offerings, and lit the incense and candles.

Then, someone carried a statue covered with a red cloth into the temple and placed it on the altar.

Wuhun possessed the statue, waiting for the moment of enthronement to absorb the potent Incense and Fire and transform his body into a Divine Dharma Body.

Who knew, as soon as the statue was placed down, purple light suddenly erupted from the altar, instantly turning into chains that coiled around the statue.

Wuhun was caught off guard and quickly tried to Escape. The purple light chains Spread, entangling Wuhun as well.

The purple light chains tightened, and Wuhun cried out in pain!

The purple light chains seemed to specifically target Ghost Cultivators without physical bodies. Wuhun couldn't even maintain his human form, transforming into a spectral old crow, crying out mournfully!

"Evil Beast, a mere Old Crow Ghost Soul dares to enter a temple to become a god!"

A stern shout came from the temple keeper.

The purple light flashed on the temple keeper, revealing his true face: it was a Disciple of the Divine Firmament Sect, named Fuyunzi.

Fuyunzi wore a magnificent Magic Robe, stepped in a specific pattern, and formed a Magic Art with his hands. The purple light chains tightly bound Wuhun.

No matter how Wuhun struggled, it was useless.

At this moment, Chen Ming and the Blue Lotus Monk had already arrived at the temple and witnessed this scene.

"The Divine Firmament Sect has a divine ability called the 'Purple Light Spirit Trapping Scroll,' which specifically targets Ghosts and Gods. By trapping them within the scroll, one can command them. The Ghost God's life is no longer their own!"

Upon seeing the purple light chains binding Wuhun, the Blue Lotus Monk recognized the divine ability Fuyunzi was using.

Chen Ming glanced over. Fuyunzi was at the Contemplation Realm. His ability to subdue Wuhun relied on his secret preparations and the advantage of his divine ability.

If Wuhun had been prepared, he wouldn't have ended up in this state.

Chen Ming circulated his magic power, about to unleash poisonous smoke to save Wuhun.

The Blue Lotus Monk's brow twitched. He stopped Chen Ming and said, "If you release that smoke, Fuyunzi won't be able to withstand it, and it will offend the Divine Firmament Sect. It's not wise to make enemies everywhere. Let me try to persuade him first!"

"Alright!" Chen Ming retracted the poisonous smoke.

The Blue Lotus Monk revealed his aura, and Buddha Light shone.

Upon sensing it, Fuyunzi recognized him.

He bowed and said, "Greetings, Blue Lotus Divine Monk. I will leave after I capture this evil beast. I know your Lotus Temple has its eyes on the incense and fire of Golden Sun City and wants to build a branch temple here!"

The Blue Lotus Monk chanted a Buddhist name and said, "Fuyunzi, this old crow came from Vast Mountain and has never done evil in the outside world. Please let him go this time!"

Although Fuyunzi was at the Contemplation Realm, his sect had a glorious past, and he had seen many cultivators at the Spirit Condensation Realm. He knew he was a disciple of the Divine Firmament Sect, so he spoke courteously.

He sneered, "Divine Monk, you've gone too far. My Ancestor is at the Origin Return Realm. What realm is your Ancestor?"

The Blue Lotus Monk's mouth twitched. He chanted a Buddhist name and said, "Fuyunzi, if you won't listen to my good words, so be it. I've done my best. Even if your Ancestor came, he couldn't say that my Lotus Temple abandoned a fellow cultivator to die!"

With that, the Blue Lotus Monk retreated to the side and remained silent.

Chen Ming stepped forward, the White Bone Demon Pot in his hand emitting a powerful pressure. He said, "Divine Monk, please remember to use that concealing divine ability again later!"

"Another Spirit Condensation Realm cultivator. Are you going to persuade me too?"

"My Ancestor is at the Origin Return Realm. What realm is your Ancestor?"

"Today, I am determined to capture this Old Crow Ghost Soul!"

Fuyunzi formed a magic art with his hands, and the purple light chains blazed, causing the Wuhun to writhe in pain.

Although the Wuhun had transformed into the form of the Old Crow Ghost Soul, its consciousness was still clear.

It let out a cry that turned into a plea for help, filled with misery and sorrow: "It hurts so much! Fellow Daoist, save me!"