It seemed Baoguang truly saw that Yu Chen had no desire to fight. The monk's fingers paused on his prayer beads, and a massive wooden fish appeared before him. In his empty hand, a violet-gold vajra manifested.
These two objects were also divine artifacts, and their rank was not low. Like Yu Chen's Red-Powder White-Bone Lotus from before, they belonged to the first tier of the fourth rank.
Though the two had no subordinate relationship, they could clearly work together. Baoguang held the violet-gold vajra and tapped lightly. Great Buddhism Sanskrit characters, each as large as a bushel, sprang into being from thin air. The chanting of Sanskrit Buddhist hymns rang without end, while phantoms of golden lotuses blossomed one after another.
Behind Baoguang's head, a wheel of Buddhist light rose. Vaguely, the Dharma form of a bodhisattva appeared, while countless figures around him sat cross-legged and kowtowed in worship.
The power of wishes surged, turning into auspicious clouds that spread out and merged into the red coffin, becoming patterns of golden lotuses.
"Hee hee hee..."
Fine, tiny laughter sounded out. A thin little girl sat atop the coffin, watching Baoguang as a thread of wisdom-light appeared between her brows.
The surrounding Buddhist light gathered inward, forming a golden lotus that she pinched in her hand, carrying a rather Zen-like air.
Delight appeared on Baoguang's face. He had already recognized the girl as the Six-Yin Ghost Girl and was just about to act and deliver her from suffering, when Yu Chen suddenly shook the Jiaoshe Mist-Walking Banner in his hand. Waves of gray mist carrying the aura of death arose, blanketing the area.
Baoguang flew into a rage and was about to rebuke Yu Chen, only to discover in horror that the surroundings had suddenly changed. The coffin had become