The Black Mountain Demon?
Ethan Shu's heart skipped a beat.
He quickly followed the old monk out of the side hall. Above the mountain peak, dark clouds loomed like a collapsing sky, plunging the world into darkness.
Black smoke in the shape of skulls swirled around the mountain, emitting piercing screams. It had already been late autumn, yet the chill of winter had descended.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Occasionally, the black smoke in the shape of skulls collided with the ancient temple, but a transparent barrier emerged to block them.
Golden Sanskrit symbols briefly appeared whenever the smoke struck.
"So the entire temple was protected!"
"Protected by the forbidden seal, evil spirits and demons cannot enter at all. "
Ethan Shu thought to himself, feeling no fear but remaining calm.
Standing in the courtyard, the old monk gazed skyward, fury burning in his eyes as he witnessed demons dancing wildly and spirits wailing in agony.
"Black Mountain Demon, you're asking for death!" The old monk's demeanor resembled an enraged Nio ( Nio is the dharmapala manifestations of the bodhisattva , the oldest and mos tpowerful of the Mahayana Buddhist pantheon).
He shed his upper robe, pressed his palms together, and said, "Watch closely, my disciple. This was the Dharma Seal of the [卍]!!"
Ethan Shu's eyes were glued to the old monk.
The withered old monk summoned pure Buddhist power within, empowering himself.
His skeletal frame immediately transformed, muscles rejuvenating like an inflating balloon.
Ethan Shu watched the old monk transform from a gaunt, bald old man into a muscular giant.
"Dharma Seal of the [卍]!" The old monk roared, slapping his palms together and shooting them toward the sky.
"Buzz buzz buzz…" With each Buddhist chant, golden light erupted from his palms, and two [卍] detached, flying into the sky, spinning and growing larger.
Even Ethan Shu could sense the immense power emanating from the [卍] hand gestures.
"Ah—" The various black skulls dancing in the air emitted piercing screams, dissolving rapidly like snow meeting intense sunlight.
The Dharma Seal of the [卍]'s momentum did not falter, crashing into the dark clouds covering the mountain peak, piercing through and creating a vast hole.
Bright daylight from outside gathered into beams, penetrating the hole in the dark clouds and illuminating the courtyard of the ancient temple atop the mountain.
"This was the power of the Dharma Seal of the [卍]…" Ethan Shu stood based on the spot, his heart pounding, gripping a faint trace of the [卍] on his palm.
Just when he thought it was over, an ear-piercing laugh echoed from within the dark clouds.
"Hahaha!"
"Old Baldie, you're indeed injured, hiding within the Lotus Golden Light Array.
Watch me break your Buddhist area with my Netherworld Ghost Claw!"
The thick dark clouds, pierced by the hole, began to rotate around it, accompanied by wailing spirits and howling winds.
Ethan Shu saw the entire temple's ward light up, the golden Sanskrit symbols flickering, and understood the gravity of the situation.
In the next instant!
The swirling dark clouds suddenly sank. From the hole above, a massive, pale bone claw descended, its five fingers spread wide, grasping for the ancient temple atop the mountain.
"Boom!"
The Buddhist light of the ward collided with the Black Mountain Demon's Netherworld Ghost Claw with a thunderous sound.
When the power of Buddha collided with the demonic force, it was a clash of fire and water, with black smoke billowing and crackling.
Normally speaking, the divine abilities of Buddhism should have been able to restrain all demons and ghosts.
However, the demonic power of the Old Demon of Black Mountain was so formidable that it pressed down on the Buddha's Lotus Golden Light Formation, making it flicker and almost shatter.
"Not good!"
The old monk formed a Buddhist gesture with his hands, his muscular arms, and his sturdy upper torso bulging with veins.
"Purple Gold Scepter, come forth!"
After a series of gestures, the old monk grasped emptily with his palm.
"Boom," a dusty censer scepter covered in cobwebs flew out from the dilapidated side hall.
The scepter radiated a brilliant purple-gold light, reviving its former Buddhist might. From within the dark clouds, the Old Demon of Black Mountain exclaimed in surprise.
"You bald monk! You still have a Buddhist artifact!"
"I kept this Buddhist artifact just to guard against you!"
The old monk grasped the Purple Gold Scepter with one hand, the brass rings at its head colliding incessantly.
He infused his robust Buddhist power into the Purple Gold Scepter. The arm holding it swelled and pulsed with veins, seemingly thicker by the moment.
Seeing this bad situation, the cautious Old Demon of Black Mountain immediately raised its Netherworld Ghost Claws, intending to flee.
"Now you want to run? Too late!!"
"Vajra Subdues Demons, Dynamo-Seismic Surge! Break it!!"
The old monk roared, his aura majestic, resembling a furious Dharmapala of Buddhism. With his sturdy arm, he threw the Purple Gold Scepter.
"Jingle, jangle, cling-clang"
The Purple Gold Scepter transformed into a streak of purple-gold light, shooting skyward, but instead of pursuing the withdrawing Netherworld Ghost Claws, it flew in another direction towards the towering mountains.
Shortly afterward, the Old Demon of Black Mountain let out a piercing scream, rolling away with thick dark clouds towards the horizon.
The world finally returned to its clarity and brightness.
Ethan Shu noticed that the Purple Gold Scepter did not return.
Moreover, the old monk's attack had not targeted the Netherworld Ghost Claws but another direction, crashing into the depths of the mountains, leaving Ethan Shu utterly perplexed.
Ethan Shu asked, "Master, why didn't the Purple Gold Scepter return?"
"And the direction of your attack wasn't towards the Old Demon of Black Mountain's Netherworld Ghost Claws."
The old monk stood still, unmoving, and replied, "The Netherworld Ghost Claws just now were not deployed by the Old Demon of Black Mountain's true form."
"Its true form lies in a mass grave deep within the mountains."
"It was originally a tree that, due to growing on the mass grave, transformed into a demon."
"Regarding the Purple Gold Scepter not returning, it naturally pierced through the Old Demon of Black Mountain's true form and got stuck in the trunk."
The old monk's words were spot on. The formidable Purple Gold Scepter, wrapped in the righteous Buddhist power, had pierced through a terrifying tree in the distant valley.
The scepter's tail was like an arrow, deeply embedded in the dark trunk.
Even more eerie was the fact that deep red blood gushed out of the cracked bark, flowing along the cracks.
A distorted old face emerged on the thick trunk, opening a bloodthirsty mouth and roaring in fury, "You bald monk! You're doomed!!"
Hundreds of dead branches swayed violently, with skeleton-like dark fog rushing out, representing the fury of the Old Demon of Black Mountain.
In the ancient temple,
The old monk managed to hold on for a moment and only relaxed when he confirmed that the Old Demon of Black Mountain had truly left.
Upon relaxing, the old monk's old injuries erupted, and his strength depleted.
"Disciple, help me up!"
Ethan Shu quickly rushed forward to support the old monk.
The old monk had coughed up a mouthful of blood, his breath erratic.
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