The old monk was furious when he saw me destroy one of his disciple's ghost souls.
"Damn brat, this old monk will tear your souls to pieces!"
As he spoke, one hand instantly began shaking the black bell in his grasp.
The sound of "ring, ring, ring" echoed without pause.
The moment the bell rang, he held one hand upright and began chanting the Soul-Reaping Sanskrit Chant.
"Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot..."
The instant those two sounds arose together, they swept through the entire cemetery.
The ghosts crouched inside the mausoleum towers, watching us below, all let out agonized screams.
"Ah!"
"It hurts, it hurts so much!"
"Stop chanting, stop chanting!"
"I can't take it anymore! I feel like I'm going to explode, explode!"
"..."
Their cries shook the entire cemetery. Every ghost screamed in unbearable pain.
The silent cemetery instantly became noisy and restless.
Gusts of yin wind also began to howl through the grounds.
My mind trembled when I heard it.
The bell's "ring, ring, ring," combined with the Soul-Reaping Sanskrit Chant, echoed continuously in my mind.
Even my level of cultivation could not withstand it.
The world spun around me, and I could barely remain standing.
Only Master stood before him, frowning slightly as he said,
"You do have some skill, but it's still not enough!"
With that, Master burst forward toward the old monk.
The old monk now had six arms.
One shook the bell, one was held upright, and one continued chanting the Soul-Reaping Sanskrit Chant.
He also wielded a Buddhist staff, leaping forward to smash it at Master, while his remaining ghost claws transformed into scimitar-like talons and slashed toward him.
Master was barehanded and