Bai Yu frowned slightly at the sight, watching Ming Fang's retreating back as his gaze flickered.
Given Ming Fang's temperament and cultivation, that extra true word could not possibly have come from such a low-level mistake as miscounting the departed souls.
Moreover, when Buddhist cultivators performed rites, they placed the utmost importance on never letting their words fall empty. Ming Fang's action had to carry some deeper meaning.
Yet all the departed souls of the demonic cultivators had already been delivered. For whom, then, had he recited that Buddhist true word?
Out of curiosity, Bai Yu released his Spiritual Sense to investigate. He discovered that the spell fluctuations of that true word were hovering above Ming Fang's head. It seemed it truly had found no target and was continuously probing toward the west.
In the end, when Ming Fang withdrew his Buddhist arts, the fluctuations of that true word scattered away with a burst.
"Fellow Daoist Ming Fang, there were seventeen departed souls here just now, yet your sutra recitation contained one extra line. Bai is truly puzzled. Might you explain?"
Bai Yu stepped forward to ask. Ming Fang smiled upon hearing this. "Fellow Daoist Bai, you may not know this, but in the inheritance of my lineage, when conducting rites to deliver departed souls, we always add an extra blessing, wishing the souls eternal rest and praying for liberation in their next lives. That is why there was one additional true word."
After hearing this, Bai Yu revealed an enlightened expression and saluted him. "So there is such a procedure. Bai has learned something."
Rustle, rustle, rustle...
Just as the two finished dealing with the demonic cultivators' remains, the feather they carried for receiving voice transmissions stirred once more.
Bai Yu and Ming Fang focused their minds on it