Seeing the ghostly aura in the area vanish and the terrifying pressure disappear without a trace, Ling Yue Shang hurriedly asked Master Buzheng.
"No. This ghost has merely been temporarily suppressed by this humble monk. Once the golden threads break, it will surely burst out again."
Master Buzheng gently shook his head. His aura withdrew, and he returned to his previous bearing.
His robes stirred lightly, his manner as calm as drifting clouds and gentle winds.
"Then what should we do next...?"
Su Shi'er quickly spoke up.
Before he could finish, Master Buzheng shook his head.
"This ghost's resentment soars to the heavens. It is not something this humble monk can dispel."
The moment those words fell, Su Shi'er's heart sank straight to the bottom.
Master Buzheng before him was unquestionably an eminent Buddhist monk. If even he could not solve this problem—
Su Shi'er had no idea what to do next.
"However, benefactor need not lose heart. This humble monk cannot handle it merely because the cultivation method I practice is unusual and not suited to combat.
"The resentment within this Immortal Stone is too powerful for ordinary means to dissolve. Only the Buddhist Sect's method of using killing to halt killing can resolve it."
Just as Su Shi'er was feeling disappointed, Master Buzheng's voice continued.
"The Buddhist Sect's method of using killing to halt killing? How should this junior proceed? I hope Master will enlighten me!"
Su Shi'er's spirits lifted, and he hurriedly asked.
"This humble monk does know a Buddhist friend who may be able to resolve this matter. It is simply that..."
Master Buzheng continued, but before he could finish, his brows knitted and a troubled expression appeared on his face.
"This matter concerns the coming catastrophe brought by Demon God Xuantianjun. No matter what difficulties