The voice was long and deep. "Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back and reach the shore..."
The moment the Buddhist Sanskrit chant rang out, my heart jolted.
It was far too familiar. This was the Soul-Reaping Sanskrit Chant...
The sound had not come from the hot spring pool, but from somewhere far away.
That could only mean one thing: the Black Monks had arrived.
I did not dare let my guard down. I knew only too well how terrifying and powerful the illusions created by this Sanskrit chant could be.
But I had prepared in advance. I immediately took out a Body-Stabilizing Spell.
I slapped it onto my chest, formed a hand seal, and murmured:
"Humans are separated by layers of paper; ghosts are separated by layers of mountains. A thousand evils cannot stir, ten thousand evils cannot break through. Edict!"
I tapped the talisman, and the aura within my body instantly steadied somewhat.
At the same time, I took out two earplugs as a bit of physical soundproofing.
Yet the sound continued, growing louder and louder.
I was not their target, and I was hiding on this side of the hot spring pool.
Naturally, I was the least affected.
But the group of evil cultivators fighting on the other side of the hot spring pool—even the insects—fell into disarray under wave after wave of Sanskrit sound attacks.
"Is that... the Soul-Reaping Sanskrit Chant?"
"Are there Black Monks here?"
"Damn it! Steady your minds!"
"..."
In an instant, the evil cultivators used their own methods to stabilize their minds.
After all, they had not even seen their enemies yet, so there was no way for them to strike back...
The ghost cultivators of Black Bamboo Mountain