Chapter 161: The Wrongly Dead City
Dingyuan City.

As a large city, with high walls and a large population, it can defend against invading enemies, but now the people are demoralized.

"Master Huiyuan, I go to the temple to burn incense more often and spend a lot of money on incense. You must take good care of my family!" City resident Ren Chang'an grabbed the monk's robe next to him tightly.

However, the virtuous monk who was kind and had a good chat with dignitaries in the past was no longer in a good mood. He flashed a golden light and bounced Ren Chang'an's hand away, and looked at the black line in the distance outside the city.

Those were ghosts, countless ghosts, with ghostly aura filling the air and filling the sky with dark clouds, swallowing up the heaven and earth.

Even though he has boundless magical powers, he is not an immortal or Buddha. If he falls into the crowd of ghosts, he will probably not have a good ending.

He wanted to leave, but he couldn't bear to leave the business he had built for many years, nor could he leave behind most of the devout believers in Dingyuan City.
The fat monk that the warden met that day squeezed onto the city wall and said, "Brother, most of the gold, silver and incense money in the temple have been packed up."

"Junior brother Hui'an..." Huiyuan sighed, "Are the monk soldiers in the temple ready?" Huiyuan asked.

Hui'an nodded.

Ren Changan listened to the words spoken by outsiders and hugged Huiyuan: "Master, you can't leave. If you leave, Dingyuan City will become a ghost town!"

"I have gold, silver, and property deeds. I would like to offer them to the Buddha. No, I would like to offer them to Master Huiyuan. Please take me away. Take me away!"

Huiyuan and the other person didn't pay attention to Ren Chang'an's words. Hui'an frowned at the noisy sound in his ears, and slapped Ren Chang'an, knocking him unconscious. The officers and soldiers standing on the city wall and guarding various places seemed to be unable to see or hear such actions.

Hui An said anxiously: "Brother, the demons are very powerful. I think it is better to make plans early. If you sacrifice a city and save your life, it will not be too late to plan for the aftermath!"

"Let the monk soldiers go out. After all, Dingyuan City is the foundation of you and me. If it is destroyed in one day, all mortals will be gone. How can we abandon decades of hard work?" Huiyuan said.

Of course he knew about the Jedi Tiantong. Didn't he know whether the Buddha was effective or not? Most of those miracles were fake, and a small part were caused by his personal efforts and magic. That's why the incense was so popular.

Huiyuan looked at the monk soldiers flying out of Yuecheng with his hands on the top of the city wall. Didn't he believe in Buddhism? Of course he did. He was well versed in Buddhist scriptures and principles. But if he said he believed in it, Huiyuan himself was now a little hesitant.

When the immortals and Buddhas hid themselves from the world, he also prayed for salvation, but the golden Buddha statue did not respond. He then became bolder and placed the clay and wooden statues high on the altar, allowing him to decorate them.

'Immortals and Buddhas are also people who have achieved enlightenment through cultivation. They are Buddhas, so why can't I become that Buddha?'

Huiyuan looked towards the city. A number of mortals had received the news one after another. The lights were bright in the dark night and there were constant cries of wailing. However, Ren Chang'an had ordered the city gates to be blocked, and the people could not escape. They could only wander around like headless flies.

He took one look and looked away.

"I think the immortals and Buddhas look upon us monks and Taoists the same way I look upon the common people in this city!"

Huiyuan whispered, "They are all ants."

You are unkind and I am unjust.

He looked towards the temple in the city. If anyone had been to the temple to burn incense, they would surely have noticed that the golden Buddha statue sitting high on the altar was somewhat similar to Huiyuan. Even if someone asked about it, Huiyuan would only say that he was born with some Buddha-like appearance and it was nothing surprising.

All the monk soldiers who fell down were covered with gold powder. The gold powder was ground from incense and copper coins, and then blessed with Buddhist teachings. When applied on people's bodies, it was like sculpting a layer of golden body, with endless magical effects.

The monk soldiers who looked like Arhats pressed hard in the center of the ghosts. Buddha's light appeared, transcending countless resentful ghosts and tearing holes in the ghost tide.

"Open the city gates and let the people out." Huiyuan ordered.

The fat monk Hui'an was stunned: "Brother, the people are powerless to resist the demons. Once the demons come, I'm afraid..."

"Do as I tell you. The monk soldiers can only hold out for a short while. Once the gold powder loses its power, they will be destroyed overnight. I still have a way. Go quickly, don't hesitate!" Huiyuan urged in a low voice.

Looking at Hui'an's hesitant departure, Huiyuan couldn't help but think: If no one saw me killing ghosts, how could they believe me, how could I ascend to the Buddhahood, and how could they believe that I was the living Buddha! The city gates were wide open, and the crowd had an outlet to vent their anger, so they swarmed out. The tide of ghosts was only at the north gate, and no ghosts came to the south gate. The people fled with their families.

Everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door, not caring about the frost on other people's tiles.

The situation is critical now. If we don't run away, we will die with the city. That ghost looks scary, and the big monk in the temple may not be able to defeat it.

The crowd made a lot of noise for a while, fled out of the city, ran for a short distance, and then ran back again.

I saw countless ghost soldiers flying from the end of the sky towards the south of the city, surrounding but not killing, and driving away the people.

In the north of the city, the monk soldiers gradually became exhausted and their golden bodies flashed a few times before disappearing.

People's hearts are divided, ghosts are surrounding the city, dark clouds are gathering, and it is a dead end!

Huiyuan smiled and released his magic power. The Buddha's light became brighter and a ray of golden light broke through the dark clouds and enveloped his entire body.

"Amitabha, humans and ghosts are on different paths, how can you invade the world of the living?"

The sound of Buddhist music can sweep away the haze in people's hearts and drive away countless ghosts.

Huiyuan crossed his legs and rose into the sky, revealing a golden body. Clusters of Buddhist steles appeared faintly in the air, all covered with Buddhist scriptures. As Huiyuan chanted the scriptures, the seal characters on the Buddhist steles fell off and turned into swastika Buddhist seals that floated away.

The golden talismans fell from the sky, landed in the city, landed on the bodies of the people, and landed on the evil bodies of ghosts.

Some people stretched out their hands to take it, but the golden talisman disappeared into their palms, sweeping away all the dust. A great sense of peace and freedom arose in their hearts, and they did not care about the ghosts at their sides. They clasped their hands together and praised the Buddha.

"Amitabha."

"Amitabha."

"Amitabha."

For a while, there were endless sounds of praises, and everyone who came to worship the Buddha was chanting, as if this place was the Holy Mountain, the place where the Buddha's wonderful teachings were, and the place where Buddhism was vast.

The golden talisman fell onto the body of the ghost, just like the sun shining on the first snow. Without a scream, the ghost began to melt from the inside out, leaving no trace. As the golden talisman flew up and down, the evil ghost was eliminated.

When the people saw this, they could not help but be overjoyed. They had been freed from their difficulties and overcome their calamity. They had escaped and ascended to heaven. They chanted the Buddha's name thousands of times to thank the living Buddha for his kindness.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, dark clouds rolled, and a ghost king appeared. It was the Yinshan Ghost King.

As soon as he appeared, boundless ghost energy washed over Huiyuan's golden body.

"The donor has committed many evil deeds, too numerous to mention. Don't you know that Buddha also has wrathful images of Vajra Kings?"

The Yinshan Ghost King laughed loudly: "People in this world have the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance, but you, the Buddha, don't care about them. Don't you know that people are more evil than ghosts, greedy, cruel and evil, and have no human heart? I just ate a few people, but you care about me. I think your Buddha is also blind."

With a loud roar, the dark clouds were broken, and then a corner of a majestic pass was revealed, and a huge city hung from the sky, as if the sky was collapsing and pressing down.

The city wall is hundreds of feet high, and inside it are palaces and corridors. There are also ghosts standing on the wall, flags covering the sky, and the wind is howling. The ghost soldiers and generals are all wearing armor and holding swords, and they are much more powerful than the little ghosts attacking the city.

The true appearance of the majestic pass was revealed. It was much larger than Dingyuan City. The two cities were separated by a field of sky and land, facing each other from afar. A plaque stood above the city gate, with "The City of Unjust Death" inscribed on it.

The Ghost King of Yinshan, bringing with him the City of the Dead, comes to the human world!

(End of this chapter)