The dim Dharma Protector stirred up a gust of wind, and the chains swayed. Who knew how many years the Spiritual Master's body had been there? It had neither rotted nor decayed. He sat cross-legged, his eyes tightly shut, his skin waxen yellow.
Only when Lin Feng reached the chains did he see that these demon-subduing chains extended from the "Suanni heads" on the surrounding walls. Tiny Buddhist incantations, as small as ants, were engraved on them. They were probably all the Green Tara Heart Mantra, as though blessing this Spiritual Master.
They all converged at the very top of the Spirit Pagoda. Lin Feng stood firmly on a chain, maintaining his balance as it swayed. Beneath him were the crawling demons and the dim Dharma Protector.
There was no chanting beside the Spiritual Master.
Before opening the box.
He deliberately looked back and saw the "Evil Ghost" he had "cut out."
It was like cutting open a stone when gambling on jade. Before the outer stone casing was cut away, no one knew what lay inside. Now that he had cut open this statue, he could see that the thing inside the clay was a "corpse," an Evil Ghost stripped of the human body's largest organ—its skin. They seemed to have turned their skin into clay and lived within it, sustaining their vitality for at least several centuries.
After the dim Dharma Protector descended, it did nothing to the blood-red corpse. On the contrary, Lin Feng saw that its dimness had suppressed the vast quantities of smoke pouring from the Blood Corpse. It was no longer evaporating.
A curse caught in Lin Feng's throat, and he forcibly swallowed it.
Just whose dharma was this Dharma Protector protecting?
Whose side are you on?!
*Good grief, don't tell me you defected