Chapter 89: Fighting a Ghost
Over there, Little White Pear was already sitting cross-legged on the ground, while the Mourning Ghost combed her hair with its withered hands behind her.
Holding her hair in its hand, the Mourning Ghost had already begun its third lament-"Weeping for Impermanence."
"-Enough, enough, enough-boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo...
"Let my weeping slay the tearless ghosts of a thousand years, let it dry the River of Forgetfulness in the ninefold underworld!
"I weep till the Hall of Yama collapses, while he laughs as new ghosts become old-
"Weep till, oh, heaven and earth grow old... till Granny Meng's soup turns murky...
"Yet I cannot weep a single ghost back-to the mortal world!"
Only half the final word, "ghost," had left its mouth when Cui Jiuyang pulled his hand from the vat of glutinous rice, scooped up the last handful that had not yet turned black, and scattered it over the Mourning Ghost.
Glutinous rice striking a ghost was like hot oil splashing its face!
The Mourning Ghost cried out in pain three times and staggered several steps backward.
Cui Jiuyang beckoned with one hand, and the Five Emperors' Coins rose into the air, radiating a dark golden light.
His complexion was still as dull as a corpse's. The yin energy he had not yet had time to suppress was rampaging through his body.
Enduring the chill throughout his body and the pain like ice crystals piercing his marrow, Cui Jiuyang pointed at the Five Emperors' Coins in midair, his hand rapidly forming one spell seal after another.
"The six directions!"
The Qin Ban Liang shot toward him, bristling with killing intent, and settled over the Baihui point atop his head.
"Pursue them north!"
The Han Wu Zhu carried the force of ten thousand charging soldiers, connecting heaven and earth