Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny
Chapter 1351 - 1348 Buddhist Monk (Second Update)

Chapter 1351: Chapter 1348 Buddhist Monk (Second Update)

Under such peculiar circumstances, the monk displayed no sign of panic. Instead, he retrieved a rice bowl and a wooden fish from the backpack behind him, and stood in the middle of the town store, gently striking the wooden fish.

The monotonous sound of the wooden fish carried far into the stillness of the evening.

Behind the windows of the small town, shadows began to flicker.

The monk remained oblivious, continuing to strike the wooden fish.

Finally.

A door in the town was softly pushed open, and out stepped an elderly man with a sorrowful expression, holding a rough ceramic rice bowl in his hands.

He waved toward the monk and said, "Stop striking that!"

The sound of the wooden fish abruptly ceased.

The monk lifted his head and quietly stared at the old man.

The old man approached, poured the contents of his bowl into the monk’s rice bowl, and said with a bitter smile, "Little Master, our town no longer has any food left worth eating; this is all there is! Eat this and leave quickly!"

"Thank you, Benefactor!" The monk lightly clasped his hands in a gesture of gratitude and then stood on the street, eating one bite after another from the rice bowl.

The rice bowl was large, but the amount of rice was very small.

After just a few bites, the monk finished eating all its contents.

The old man watched silently. When the monk finished, he gestured with his hand, "Go! The sooner you leave, the better. This is no place for you to stay!"

The monk said nothing, then smiled at the old man.

"Please return, Benefactor. I will go on my own!"

The old man nodded and turned back into the house.

The sound of the door closing reverberated down the long street, and many gazes from behind the windows seemed to be observing everything.

The monk turned and walked away in silence.

As his figure disappeared into the darkness, the town reverted to its death-like stillness.

The gazes behind the windows also vanished.

But what they didn’t see was that, upon reaching the edge of the town, the monk stopped under a large tree, holding prayer beads and quietly waiting for something.

One hour, an hour and a half...

Finally!

As a demonic moon broke through the dark clouds and bathed the world in crimson light, an icy wind emerged from the distance, roaring over the town before descending upon its streets after several swirling motions above.

When the cold wind dissipated, the figures of several fierce ghosts with lips as if painted in blood became visible.

Upon their arrival, these ghosts burst into arrogant laughter.

"Today, Ghost Master feasted well. Finally, it’s our turn!" a fat-headed, big-eared ghost sneered.

"Indeed! Ghost Master devoured everything cleanly, leaving nothing for us. We can only come out and scavenge for scraps!" added another ghost, thin and reed-like, laughing sinisterly.

Standing nearby, a green-faced, fang-bearing ghost remained silent, sniffed the air, and suddenly his eyes lit up. With a stretch of his arm, his limb extended instantly, reaching inside a nearby house.

A startled scream from within the house echoed, and as the arm retracted, it held a frail young girl of about fifteen or sixteen.

The girl was slender, her face etched with terror, but her features remained delicate and refined.

Upon seeing this, the other ghosts all displayed ravenous expressions.

"Well, well, who would’ve thought such a delightful piece would be hiding around here? Looks like we brothers will have a feast tonight!" the fat-headed ghost said, extending his crimson tongue greedily.

"Exactly! This age is my favorite; after we’re done playing, her soul essence will be exquisite for consumption. The flavor couldn’t be better!" the reed-thin ghost cackled.

The ghost clutching the girl remained silent, but drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, corroding the earth beneath into a pit.

The girl, trembling to the brink of collapse, finally managed to cry out in terror.

Her scream caused a ripple of agitation throughout the entire town.

Behind the windows, silhouettes shifted incessantly, and suppressed sounds of rage-filled breathing could be heard.

The fierce ghosts paid no attention to this; instead, they laughed mockingly.

"Scream! Scream louder! It only makes us happier!"

"Well, well, did you hear that? The people of this town are still angry! What now? Don’t tell me you all want to die?" the fat ghost sneered.

With a furious roar, his voice caused the uneasy murmurs to gradually fade to silence.

The girl trembled like a leaf in a storm, the light in her eyes dimming to despair.

Just then, a door suddenly swung open, and the old man stepped out. Despite the fear in his gaze, his face displayed an apologetic smile.

"The town’s... chief beseeches the esteemed... Immortal Lords!"

"Chief? Ha, what do you want?" the fat-headed ghost growled coldly.

The town chief quaked in his robes but forced himself to show a fawning smile. "Immortal... Lords, this young girl is a simple-minded orphan without parents. Could you be magnanimous and spare her life?"

"Spare her life? What, you have other women to offer us in exchange?" the reed-thin ghost sneered.

"No... but we’ve gathered some money and goods, which we can dedicate to the honored Immortals..." the old man said, smiling obsequiously.

Before he could finish, the ghost holding the girl suddenly roared in anger, "Enough!"

He swung a hand downward.

A gust of foul wind surged forth—if the strike landed, the old man would be pulverized instantly.

Panic erupted in the town.

The old man froze in terror.

But at that moment, a gray-robed monk suddenly appeared before him, raising his palm to collide with the green-faced ghost’s strike.

Bang!

After the resounding impact, the ghost staggered back a step.

The monk, however, was forced to retreat three steps.

"A Buddhist monk?" the fat-headed ghost bellowed furiously.

The old man looked utterly stunned.

The monk turned to him and offered a gentle smile.

"A single grain of rice from the Benefactor holds the weight of Mount Meru! I shall resolve this calamity on your behalf!"

"Resolve it? With just you?" By this time, the three ghosts had discerned the monk’s level.

Seeing that he was just an ordinary young monk with little strength, they all exhaled in relief before charging forward, faces twisted with malice.

Instantly, the air became thick with gloomy wind and spectral shadows.

Faced with this overwhelming adversity, the monk remained fearless. Instead, he slowly shut his eyes and gently recited scripture.

"Om Balamalinda Svaha."

As the chant ended, a flash of golden light erupted and collided with the three ghosts.

Bang!

Two of the ghosts were sent flying, but the green-faced ghost shattered the golden light and sneered coldly, "You want to enlighten us? Perhaps you should first enlighten yourself!"

With these words, he raised his hand and struck again.

The monk’s face revealed a sorrowful compassion as he clasped his hands together and uttered softly, "I pray for my own demise, to safeguard your peace!"

With that, he stepped forward, unflinching, to confront the strike.

"Little Master!" the old man cried out in shock.

The green-faced ghost cackled fiendishly, "Foolish baldies! Sacrificing yourselves to save others? What’s the point?"

Just then, a soft sigh echoed, and all three ghosts suddenly felt an overwhelming presence barreling toward them with unstoppable force.

Before they could react, this force immobilized them.

In a fit of terror, the three ghosts slowly dissolved into nothingness, fading into the void.

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