On the top of the city wall, there was a sharp "clang" sound, and the sound of a sword leaving the sword was heard. Bai Xiaotian's figure also flew down from the sky and pounced towards the group of evil spirits.
“Xiaotian, these are the souls of the people of Chang'an. They have been temporarily contaminated by the devil's blood and their souls are restless. You can just help to stop them, but don't kill them at will.” An elderly Zen master with the Buddhist name "Kongdu" from Huasheng Temple saw this and immediately reminded him.
After saying this, he stepped out from in front of the monks, raised his hand and with a wave of his hand, a palm-leaf Buddhist scripture flew out, spreading out with a "rustling" sound, like a long scroll of poetry and painting unfolding, entangling more than a hundred evil spirits, and a golden light shot up into the sky from the middle.
The evil ghosts in the scroll couldn't help but roar towards the sky, with scarlet blood escaping from their mouths and noses. Their madness gradually subsided and they began to calm down.
At the same time, countless ancient Sanskrit characters on the palm-leaf Buddhist scriptures peeled off one by one, absorbing the blood and energy on behalf of the ghosts of the people, rising into the sky like fireflies, burning into sparks, and dissipating.
Then, Zen Master Lu Chen raised his hand and a pagoda made of eight treasures fell from the sky and landed outside the city gate. It emitted colorful glazed light, and in the area it illuminated, all the evil spirits were imprisoned and unable to move at all.
Elder Zheshi coughed lightly, and also flew out and landed in front of the crowd. He moved among the evil spirits, holding a Buddhist mirror in his hand, reflecting those crazy evil spirits one by one.
Every time the light fell, the evil spirits that were illuminated by it would freeze and stay where they were, unable to move.
Bai Xiaotian made a sword gesture and raised his hand to wave. Golden sword lights fell from the sky, lined up like shields, blocking the two wings of the road into the city, and repelling the evil spirits who tried to bypass the city gate and disperse to both sides of the city.
Various monks from the government offices in the city also took action, temporarily stabilizing the situation and blocking the counterattack of the ghost tide.
On the other side, Shen Luo plunged into the area filled with blood mist. Immediately, he heard sounds like the whispers of demons, and the scene in front of him turned blood red.
However, what surprised him was that he did not see a group of ghosts fighting for food or pouncing on Zener. Instead, as soon as he approached, the ghosts pounced on him as if they saw food.
Shen Luo knew in his heart that these ghosts were affected by the blood mist, so he would naturally not kill them. He quickly turned his body, let the moonlight under his feet disperse, and performed the Slanting Moon Step, passing through these ghosts.
When he passed through the numerous ghosts and saw Zener in the innermost, he was stunned.
I saw him sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking up into the sky with a dazed expression, and two tear marks at the corners of his eyes.
Directly opposite him, there was a tall, empty white figure floating. He was wearing a snow-white cassock and a five-Buddha crown and a Vairocana hat on his head. He looked quite young and handsome, with a kind smile on his face. He lowered his head and looked at Zener from a distance.
It was the hazy light emanating from this figure that protected Zener from the evil spirits.
As if noticing Shen Luo's gaze, the monk's shadow turned around, saluted him from a distance with his palms raised, and seemed to silently chant a Buddhist name.