Chapter 14: The Previous Life's Ghost King

  Six hundred years ago, in the autumn, inside the great hall of Xiānglóng Temple, all the monks were frightened and panicked, while only the abbot remained calm. With eyes closed, he beat the wooden fish drum, muttering something under his breath. Everyone was exchanging worried glances with each other. At that moment, a dark cloud suddenly appeared above Xiānglóng Temple, blocking what little sunlight there was on this autumn day, making it even darker. Several lightning bolts struck the dry branches of the trees in front of the temple gate, instantly engulfing them in flames.

  The temple was surrounded by a thick, black aura that swirled and churned, pouring into the sky as dark clouds. The villagers from down the mountain rushed to ask what was happening, each one terrified, wondering what kind of evil spirit was causing trouble. They all poured into the temple, bringing their children with them.

  "Quiet down, Master! What kind of evil spirit is this? How can it be so fierce?" The speaker was the village chief from the foot of the mountain where the Temple of the Descending Dragon was located.

  "Amitabha! Village chief, do not be alarmed! This is the destined fate of the world, I can only do my best!" After finishing speaking, Jing Yuan Fangzhang stood up. He joined his palms together and bowed to the crowd.

  After hearing the abbot's words, the village name of the temple was once again in an uproar. Originally, there was a glimmer of hope, but after the abbot spoke, there was no hope on his face, only despair. Some people fell to the ground, while others burst into tears! The scene was desolate for a moment!

  "It's coming, it will come back after all! However, there is no way." The voice came from the crowd. A man with a goat beard and a cloth bag slung over his waist, on which an eight trigrams can be clearly seen.

  "I ask, sir, what kind of person are you? I, an old monk, cannot discern your background! You alone are a Taoist, and can be called a respectable young man!" After finishing speaking, Jingyuan Fangzhang walked down the stone steps and looked up at the sky.

  "Abbot! Does your temple have a Demon-Subduing Pagoda? Only this pagoda can subdue it!" the mysterious person said.

  "The Demon Tower was lost many years ago, when I was still a young monk. Alas, now we can only watch as events unfold." Master Jingyuan closed his eyes and meditated for a long time.

  "You are a Taoist, can you invite the Ten Halls of the Earthly Department and the Yinsi Prefecture to come? We will work together to separate his physical body and soul, so that we can save this side of the people, however..." Jingyuan Fangzhang did not finish speaking.

  "I know this method, but what about six hundred years later? Are we going to have another great war?" the mysterious person said.

  "The old monk didn't want it to be this way, if we don't eliminate him now, will there still be people in 600 years? In 600 years, a great person must appear! You just go and invite the Ten Halls of Yin!" Jing Yuan Fangzhang said firmly.

  The sky had already turned dark, with lightning flashing across it. Amidst the flashes, faint laughter could be heard, but no one knew who was hiding in the clouds. One thing was certain: this thing was extremely powerful!

  The mysterious man looked up at the sky, also anxious, and immediately drew a circle on the ground with his finger. He sat down in it, took out several talismans from his pocket, stuck one on his forehead, and two on his left and right shoulders.

  "Abbot! Please protect my physical body at all costs! The universe is boundless, my soul returns to its hometown, hurry!" After finishing speaking, the mysterious person's body went limp.

  The dark clouds in the sky suddenly formed a human head, slowly opening its black mouth, looking far away, just like a fierce male lion staring at its prey.

  "Haha! I've finally become the King of Ghosts! Haha!" The person in the sky suddenly spoke up. The people in the temple looked at him with horror.

  "However, although I've cultivated to this point, I'm really hungry now! Who among you is willing, I won't force it, not many, just ten will do! More than that and I wouldn't be able to digest it!" The Demon King said with some humor.

  "You are the King of Ghosts. Why would you practice evil arts in my temple? Now you still want to absorb people's vital energy. Don't you fear the Buddha's light in my hands?" Jing Yuan Fangzhang said, looking up at the sky.

  "Oh dear! Who was I back then! It turned out to be the compassionate and wise Master Jingyuan! Today, I'm in a good mood, so I won't eat you. Besides, I'm still within your territory, that wouldn't be good, would it? Haha!" The Ghost King said with some teasing.

  "If no one volunteers, then I'll have to force someone!" At this time, the Ghost King in the sky suddenly stopped smiling, and the black cloud with a nose and eyes transformed into a skull, staring at the people in the temple.

  Before Jingyuan could speak, a black aura shot down from the sky and surrounded a young man. Slowly, the young man was lifted into the air by the black aura. The young man showed no fear, only calmly saying "Amitabha" before closing his eyes and disappearing into the dark cloud. The skull instantly vanished.

  Not long after, a few pieces of tattered cloth floated down from the dark clouds, which were the boy's clothes. The dark cloud transformed into a skull again.

  "Not bad! Not pure! Kids are still good, haha!" As he said that, the skull head transformed back into a human face.

  "It's all my fault, it's all my fault!" The master can only wait now, waiting for the mysterious person to return! In the crowd, the mother who had her child eaten was already crying uncontrollably and fainted on the ground! Her husband, holding back tears, hugged his wife and gently stroked her disheveled hair.

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