The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 166 - 166: 136 Master, give a sermon! Why don’t you?

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You Huang Ghost Country, Royal Capital

In this expanding city, growing ever larger in scale, a recently added temple emanating a Buddhist golden glow is situated near the royal palace.

The golden Buddhist light causes grave discomfort to every passing ghost creature and even the Ghost Country Elites residing nearby. However, their gaze towards this Buddhist temple betrays no revulsion or unrest.

That’s because the temple houses a group of monks with living flesh and blood, originating from the human realm.

So, the ghost creatures’ gaze towards this temple is filled with greed. Some with weaker wills even salivate, as for them, the temple conceals the most delicious food in the underworld.

However, the powerful Ghost Generals and Ghost Officials have already received the news. The monks in this temple aren’t meant to indulge them through food consumption, but rather, to chant scriptures for them.

While this is a bit regrettable, it is normal. After all, their lord doesn’t allow them to consume living souls, let alone devour monks, right?

But even so, the Ghost Country Elites, who possess power and status equivalent to their own strength, are somewhat eager to listen to Buddhist scriptures.

The grievances and Yin evil that gave birth to them, while empowering them, could also engulf their minds at any moment, destroying everything they have now.

No matter how conspicuous the power, once crazed and deprived of reasoning, the power would instantly vanish like smoke, no longer existing, and the only thing that would come is soul scattering doom.

But now, with the arrival of this group of monks, there is room for redemption because the first thing these monks did upon arriving in the Ghost Country was to try to restore sanity to a group of uncontrollable, frenzied ghost creatures.

“Amitabha!”

In the temple, the monks of different ages and appearances face each other silently, their faces full of sorrow, for right in front of them are over a hundred wildly shrieking ghost creatures stuffing the place.

Though these evil ghosts have already been bound by prohibitions at this point, barely able to only drool at the monks without causing any substantial harm, these ghost creatures could still decide the monks’ fate.

“What are we to do, supervisor uncle?”

The old monk’s brow and eyes are creased with worry. Although he has wandered across South Nanhua Continent for many years, banishing demons and evil spirits and had encountered such evil ghosts a few times.

Every encounter ended with him transforming them with his Buddhist teachings, and the evil ghosts reincarnated to their next life, leaving no trace behind. But if they do the same now, the lord might leave no trace of them, the monks.

“What can we do? Let’s leave it to fate!”

The chubby monk is also full of lament at this moment. He never dreamt of being taken to the underworld in search of the reincarnated fairy monarch. He should not have listened to his nephew’s advice.

He now has realised that the Ghost Country’s lord, who captured them, probably had some connections with the fairy monarch. Otherwise, where in the world such coincidence exists? They had barely arrived when they were seized.

The lord’s behavior is so odd. He is not unfamiliar with ghost kings, those who rise among the ten thousand ghosts within the underworld. Which one does not desire human flesh and souls? To ghost kings, monks like them are more like a delicacy.

However, this lord isn’t interested in their flesh and souls at all. On the contrary, he requests them to chant scriptures and even forbids his subjects from consuming them.

No ghost king could do this. Or rather, anyone who could do this should not be a ghost king. The things he saw and heard, how could chubby monk not ponder?

The reincarnated fairy monarch arranged for one of the measures in advance?

It’s not impossible. After all, the phoenix has appeared, although its color is not quite right, but it is the phoenix.

If that’s the case, their lives are also guaranteed, but this is just his speculation, with no clear evidence, thus still cannot be careless or taken lightly.

“Leave it to fate?!”

The faces of many monks show bewilderment. They never thought they would hear this kind of answer. The supervisor is the one with the highest attainment in Buddhist teachings, the broadest horizon, and the senior most among them.

“Naturally, it doesn’t mean to do nothing. Let’s try chanting the ‘Bodhi Enlightenment Heart Mantra’! ”

The chubby monk gave a sigh, made a decision and could not delay any longer.

“This…”

The monks, both old and young, are still hesitating. Chanting and praying has already been deeply engraved in their bones and they can deliver a section without thinking, but the problem is, what about the consequences?

What if they inadvertently erase the ghosts in front of them by their chanting? The lord handed over these evil ghosts to them, specifically asking them to help remove the hatred and hostility eroding the ghosts’ sanity.

To be honest, such exacting requirements seriously trouble these monks. If they encountered these ghosts in the human realm, they would simply transform them, let them reincarnate and that’s it. Who would have nothing better to do than to subdue these frenzied ghost creatures?

“Do we have any other choices? Even if we fail to recall their sanity and help them achieve liberation by eradicating them here and now, it can be considered as a merit!”

“Supervisor uncle’s words are indeed so!”

The old monk was the first to respond, he then turned to his fellow brothers,

“I initiated this, so it’s only right that I start it as well. Let me chant the scripture alone. If it angers the lord, it will solely be my fault..”