I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

Just as I was extremely terrified and saw the big blade about to fall on my neck, suddenly, a hand slapped the top of my head and Yuankong's voice came to my ears: "Angkor...Angkor...wake up..."

When I heard Yuankong's voice, I quickly opened my eyes and saw Yuankong standing in front of me. The fear in my heart had reached its peak. I felt a chill on the back of my neck when the knife fell.

Only when I saw Yuankong beside me did my heart gradually calm down.

"Don't... don't cut me... I haven't married yet..." Xiaopang suddenly wailed.

I quickly turned around and saw that Uncle Huzi and Xiaopang had also been tricked. They had their eyes closed and were trembling all over.

Zen Master Jueming had already walked up to them, stretched out his hand and patted them on the top of their heads, and the two of them gradually opened their eyes.

After Uncle Huzi and Xiaopang opened their eyes, they were terrified and their foreheads were covered in cold sweat.

“Xiao Jie… I almost lost sight of you. Just now I saw us all tied up and kneeling on the ground, and someone behind us wanted to chop off our heads.” Xiaopang’s voice was still trembling.

Uncle Huzi also nodded and said, "I saw it too... You were all around me, I was scared to death, what on earth is going on?"

"The resentment condensed by these ghosts is too heavy. Over the past hundred years, tens of thousands of people have died here. The condensed resentment cannot be resolved. The Sumeru illusion they constructed is extremely real. Just now, even I and Yuankong were almost deceived by the illusion, let alone you." Zen Master Jueming said with lingering fear.

"Angkor, we monks are free from all the four elements and have pure six senses, so we have some resistance to this Sumeru illusion. This is the lair of those ghosts. The Sumeru illusion they constructed is more than ten times more powerful than the one on the eighteenth floor. It is reasonable that you are confused." Yuankong explained to me.

I let out a long sigh, feeling really depressed. No matter what, I am now considered an expert. There are so many ghosts sealed in the Tiangang Seal, all of which I captured one by one. However, all my methods seemed to be ineffective here.

After we came back to our senses from the Sumeru illusion, we found that we were still in the space on the second underground floor, and it was still pitch black all around.

I looked at Yuankong and asked quietly, "Yuankong, if you and Zen Master Jueming had not taken action just now, what would have happened if the executioner's knife had fallen?"

"The executioner is going to cut off your spiritual thoughts. If he really falls down, you won't die, but your soul will be severely damaged. Even if you can leave here alive, you may not be able to practice in the future." Yuankong said seriously.

"These ghosts are so bold that they actually destroy my spiritual faith. I must destroy them." I said gritting my teeth.

“Angkor, if these ghosts can be liberated, try your best. If not, then kill them.” Yuankong clasped his hands together. Buddhism is solemn and so compassionate.

Every time I see Yuankong, I feel particularly peaceful.

Zen Master Jueming looked around and said solemnly, "This place is really too weird. I have lived for so many years, but I have never encountered so many ghosts with such deep resentment. It will be even more dangerous next. You must be careful."

As he spoke, Zen Master Jueming once again twirled the rosary in his hand and walked slowly forward.

As he walked, he was chanting something softly. Suddenly, a peaceful golden light emanated from his body, spreading in all directions and falling on us, instantly making us feel a lot more at peace.

This second underground floor seemed to have no end, with endless darkness all around.

As we walked, suddenly, black aura appeared all around us, gathering from all directions and converging towards us.

Zen Master Jueming, who was walking in the front, stopped and suddenly said calmly, "Here they come."

As soon as the words fell, countless shrill ghost howls were heard in the black fog. For a moment, the wind blew violently, and groups of black whirlwinds swam everywhere.

We all became nervous and took out our magic weapons.

Soon, those black whirlwinds condensed into extremely terrifying ghosts.

These ghosts all looked strange in shape. Many of them had no heads, some had a bloody hole on their heads, and there were also many corpses that looked incomplete. They were gathering towards us like crazy.

“Amitabha, may Buddha have mercy on me…” Zen Master Jueming chanted, reached into his bosom, and took out a monk’s bowl.

This kind of bowl is a ritual instrument used by great monks. I saw that the bowl was covered with scriptures.

When Zen Master Jueming took out the bowl, the scriptures on the bowl suddenly began to flash.

Zen Master Jueming raised the bowl high and pointed it at the large group of ghosts in front of him. Suddenly, a golden light enveloped those ghosts.

Not long after, the ghosts in Master Jueming's possession suddenly turned into black auras and were all sucked into the golden bowl.

When I saw this scene, I was really dumbfounded. This bowl is really a good thing.

"Yuankong, your master's bowl is so powerful." I couldn't help but admire.

"Angkor, this is my master's golden bronze bowl, a magical instrument that has been passed down in Lingjue Temple for hundreds of years. My master collected all these ghosts into the golden bronze bowl. After returning to the temple, he will perform a ritual to liberate these ghosts. But with so many ghosts, the golden bronze bowl cannot control them." Yuankong said with some concern.

"It's okay, I can handle it here." I slapped the Tiangang Seal and shouted, "It's time to eat. This time there's more than last time. Come on and eat."

In an instant, the ghosts in the Tiangang Seal flew out one after another and pounced on the ghosts in front of us.

But there were too many ghosts appearing in this place, swarming in, and black whirlwinds kept condensing and turning into ghosts.

However, these are just small fry to us. The real powerful ghost Ruan Xiaoyu has not appeared yet. She probably wants to use these ghosts to consume some of our energy and will only come out to deal with us at the critical moment.

At this time, I missed the sloppy Taoist priest a little. He had just obtained the soul-calling flag, and was able to absorb all these ordinary ghosts into it. However, with his cultivation level, he was no match for Ruan Xiaoyu.

There were too many ghosts and I was about to lose control of them. At this moment, I thought of Xiao Haitang again.