"Amitabha."
A Buddhist Zen utterance fell slowly, followed at once by waves of chanting from the Buddhist Sect.
The chants entered their ears, and Buddha manifestations arose around him. The power of Buddhist Dharma was stern and mighty, transforming into the Void-Entering Finger-Palm Technique.
For a time, the finger technique displayed its divine might on the first floor of the Demon Suppressing Pagoda.
Wherever it reached, the faces of those who had been clamoring moments ago turned completely green.
Terrified out of their wits, they kept backing away, but it was already too late.
"Young monk, don't come any closer. We're afraid—we truly know fear now."
"The strength of us ghosts is no more than below the Life and Death Realm. Now and today, Buddha, your targets should be existences of a higher level. Please do not lower yourself to bicker with little ghosts like us, Buddha."
Wails and screams slowly rang out one after another.
Facing these ghosts, the expression on young monk Zhishan's face did not change in the slightest from beginning to end.
As a member of the Sound of Dharma Temple,
he understood these sinister ghosts all too well. They absolutely could not be shown even a hint of mercy. Otherwise, each and every one of them would seize the chance to climb higher, then lord themselves over others.
The servile nature on them was so heavy that one could practically smell it from ten miles away. They were no easy people to deal with.
"The Young Monk has quite a few tricks up his sleeve."
Qin Jiuge spoke slowly.
Yet Young Monk Zhishan truly was not used to such praise from Qin Jiuge. He merely gave a bitter laugh before saying, "After the third floor of the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, everything will have to rely