(Girls' Literature)
When Ye Tian saw her step forward, he said nothing. A ferocious Sword Dragon simply appeared before everyone once more.
The old man put away the string of Bodhi beads belonging to the Wrathful Vajra. He held the long strand of beads hanging around his neck in his hand, took tung oil from his sleeve, and gently polished them.
After casually wiping them down, the formerly jet-black Buddhist beads now gleamed with golden light. Yet the Four-Faced Buddha carved upon them had become vulgar as well.
"Everyone in this world says my Buddha is a demon. Now that I have shed my robes, I shall let you see whether I am Buddha or demon!"
The old man smiled strangely, his earlier air of compassion gone. Holding those glittering yet gaudy Buddhist beads, he chanted words that were no longer Buddhist scriptures, but an unknown tongue.
The next moment, a massive Buddha appeared behind the old man.
This Buddha statue was a smiling Maitreya Buddha, his robes half-open to reveal a plump belly, every inch of him brimming with joy. Yet behind him rose a boundless sea of blood, its heavy stench so thick that everyone present could smell it.
Bloodlight and a smiling Buddha—such an eerie combination, yet it strangely did not feel out of place in the slightest. A single glance was enough to send a deep chill rising from the bottom of one's heart.
"This fat master does not keep only one ghost either."
The fat man wiped the black fluid trickling from the corner of his mouth, pulled out a pill from his robes, and swallowed it in one huge gulp without chewing.
Then his shadow slowly flowed outward like liquid. After its volume expanded without end, another black shadow stepped out from it. Unlike