Atop the city wall, a sharp clang rang out as a sword left its sheath. Bai Xiaotian also descended from the sky, diving toward the tide of vicious ghosts.
"Xiao Tian, these are all the living souls of Chang'an's citizens. Their souls have been unsettled by contamination from Demonic Blood. Just help restrain them; do not kill them recklessly." Seeing this, the elderly Huasheng Temple Zen master known as Kongdu immediately called out a warning.
With that said, he leaped ahead of the other monks and waved a hand. A palm-leaf Buddhist scripture flew out, unfurling with a rustle like a long painted scroll of poetry, wrapping around more than a hundred vicious ghosts. A blaze of golden light shot into the heavens from within.
The ghosts in the scroll could not help throwing back their heads and letting out shrill roars. Crimson blood mist escaped from their mouths and noses, while the madness in their expressions gradually receded and they began to calm down.
At the same time, countless ancient Sanskrit characters peeled away from the palm-leaf scripture one by one, absorbing the blood mist in place of those citizens' wandering souls. Like fireflies, they rose into the sky, burned into tiny sparks, and scattered away.
Immediately afterward, Zen Master Luchen raised a hand and waved it. An Eight-Treasure Scripture Banner descended from the sky and landed outside the city gate. Strands of multicolored glazed light radiated from it, and every vicious ghost within the illuminated area was completely restrained, unable to move in the slightest.
Elder Zheshi coughed lightly and likewise flew out, landing before the crowd. He weaved through the vicious ghosts, holding a Buddhist School treasure mirror in his hand and shining it upon the frenzied ghosts one after another.
Each time the light fell, the