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Perhaps sensing the approach of her child, Li Juying struggled more fiercely within the room. Just as she was about to sit up, a transparent light of Buddha enveloped her. The moment her body touched the barrier, it felt as if it were being scorched by fierce flames, emitting sharp cries of distress.
The sound was urgent and anxious, yet tinged with a hint of fear towards the invisible barrier of Buddha light.
On the other side, Ling Dajun had also rushed over, delivering a powerful side kick. The monk moved with agility, sidestepping and retreating. In that instant, he tore off his tattered gray monk robe, revealing the Kasa worn underneath.
The monk removed the Kasa and wielded it like a swirling shield, blocking Ling Dajun and Monster Baby from entering. The technique he employed was the Buddhist Absolute Robe Demon Suppression Technique. The already soft Kasa spun rapidly, resembling sharp blades that forced the enemies back several steps.
Seeing his attack succeed, the monk quickly turned around and pressed the Kasa against the doorframe like a curtain. His movements were incredibly swift; it was unclear what method he used, but the Kasa adhered firmly to the doorframe, not budging an inch.
“Om Mani Padme Hum.”
The monk softly chanted the Buddhist Six-Character Mantra. A flash of golden light flickered across the Kasa hanging on the door, which then swiftly returned to its original dark hue.
The Two-Headed Monster Baby realized that its feigned attack had been seen through and that its path into the room was blocked. Its eyes bulged wide, almost popping out of its sockets, as it formed complex hand seals with rapid movements.
The monk understood that the Two-Headed Monster Baby was about to unleash a powerful move. He hurriedly stepped forward to interrupt its hand gestures but was unexpectedly stopped by Ling Dajun rushing in from the side.
Ling Dajun panted heavily, white mist billowing from his nostrils like two white snakes flickering in and out of sight.
Those under the influence of the Soul Guiding Technique felt no pain or fatigue and possessed immense strength. Ling Dajun swung his iron fists, leveraging his robust physique to corner the monk against the wall.
Seeing this, the monk felt a surge of anxiety. He occasionally glanced at the floating Two-Headed Monster Baby above him. In a moment of distraction, he received a heavy punch from Ling Dajun in his shoulder, feeling as if he had been struck by a charging elephant. He staggered back ten steps before managing to steady himself with one foot.
Rubbing his shoulder, he muttered under his breath: "Damn it."
He then slightly closed his eyes, pressed his palms together, and as his lips moved silently, a faint outline of a Golden Buddha Statue gradually became clearer behind him. From afar, he appeared to be bathed in Buddha light, exuding an aura so majestic that it was hard to look directly at him.
As the monk's whispered incantation came to an end, the towering Buddha statue behind him—about two meters tall—quickly shrank and transformed into a golden beam of light that entered through the crown of his head.
The monk's eyes suddenly opened, a flash of golden light flickering within them. A faint layer of gold seemed to envelop his entire being, glowing like a bronze statue in the dark night.
The monk was fueled by anger, which prompted him to use the Vajra Invulnerability Technique of Buddhism. He thought to himself, "Aren't you not afraid of pain? Let the Buddha teach you what it means to feel pain."
The Vajra Invulnerability Technique was renowned as the supreme skill of Buddhism, claimed to be the strongest form of defense. In truth, it bore similarities to the Divine Strike Technique of Maoshan. Although the monk had only just begun to grasp its principles, it would suffice against a half-hearted Ling Dajun.
Ling Dajun seemed to detest the thick Buddhist aura emanating from the monk earlier and moved cautiously at a distance, growling like a wolf stalking its prey.
Having been frustrated before, the monk now felt invincible with the protection of his golden armor. He let out a furious roar and charged forward with his fist raised, his momentum like a raging torrent.
Ling Dajun showed no fear and met the monk's punch head-on.
“Bang!”
The two fists collided with a thunderous sound, echoing like distant thunder on a restless summer night.
Standing face-to-face, their fists locked in place, faint sounds of cracking bones could be heard after a moment.
With a smug expression, the monk slightly raised his chin, while Ling Dajun's right hand drooped limply down.
The Soul Guiding Technique could grant Ling Dajun immense combat power; however, it had its flaws. Firstly, there was a time limit. Secondly, the strength depended on what the body could endure. For instance, using the same Soul Guiding Technique on a seven or eight-year-old child versus an adult man would yield vastly different results.
Now that one of Ling Dajun's arms was rendered useless, his combat ability had significantly diminished. Seizing the opportunity, the monk threw a string of one hundred and eight Sandalwood Prayer Beads towards the Two-Headed Monster Baby.
In mid-air, guided by the monk's hand seals, the one hundred and eight prayer beads surrounded the Two-Headed Monster Baby in perfect formation.
At that moment, the Two-Headed Monster Baby halted its rapidly changing gestures and opened its pitch-black eyes, which appeared like two dark voids from afar.
The Two-Headed Monster Baby glanced at the monk with a hint of disdain in its smile.
"Goodbye, Old Bald Donkey!"
Then it drew a circle in the air with its hands, its lips moving slightly.
The monk's expression darkened, his eyes filled with caution as he watched the Two-Headed Monster Baby.
"Wuji Guiyu, activate!"
With a sharp shout from the Two-Headed Monster Baby, the monk felt the surroundings rapidly shift. After a wave of dizziness, he realized that he was no longer standing on thick snow but on dark red soil stained with blood. The air was thick with a putrid stench of decay. A chilling wind swept through, and above him hung a blood-red Blood Moon.
An illusion?
The monk pondered silently, but the sensation of solid ground beneath his feet felt all too real. He had just sensed carefully that there were no signs of life here—not even a single insect.
Choosing a direction, the monk began to walk slowly forward. He thought about how he had left some formations to trap his enemies, but without his own control, their power would be greatly diminished. It would be difficult to trap that Two-Headed Monster Baby.
He needed to hurry and leave this cursed place.
Delay could lead to disaster.
As the Two-Headed Monster Baby watched the monk gradually disappear into the suddenly appearing black vortex, its smile grew wider.
However, just three seconds later, the Two-Headed Monster Baby fell from mid-air to the ground, rolling around incessantly. It shouted, "You treacherous thing! You found a gap to come out and oppose me. Sooner or later, I will refine you!"
Yet that head opened its eyes at some point, revealing a sorrowful compassion within. It replied slowly and deliberately, "Buddha, if I do not enter hell, who will? In the past, I could stop you. Now I can do so again."
Zhu Sheng's head rarely showed a hint of panic. "What exactly do you want?"
Earlier, he had exhausted considerable effort to deal with the Old Bald Donkey. Otherwise, how could his head have possibly awakened ahead of time?
"What do I want? Don't you know better than I do?" the other head replied.
Zhu Sheng's head did not respond immediately. After a long pause, he coldly replied, "What I want to do, no one can stop. Not even you!"
A wave of intense resentment surged forth like the aftershocks of an explosion.
The sandalwood beads lost control and fell to the ground, clattering silently onto the snow.
Meanwhile, the other head, feeling the oppressive force from Zhu Sheng's soul, blinked twice before slipping back into slumber.
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