Chapter 394

Chapter 394: How Dare You Bully My Beloved Disciple
Abbot Jie Tan understood how troublesome this situation was even more clearly than Yu Zhao.

Right now, the only reason he could still hold his own against the combined attacks of three Divine Transformation cultivators was because the Buddhist Dharma he practiced happened to restrain their sinister yin techniques.

However, the difference in numbers was not something he could make up for so easily.

Once more than half of his spirit power was spent, he would no longer be able to suppress their evil methods.

[What exactly are they? Why are they ambushing me here?]

Abbot Jie Tan’s thoughts were racing, but not a trace of it showed on his face. He looked kind yet solemn, and the Buddha light around him shone as brilliantly as the sun.

A strange shriek rang out again.

Several-zhang-tall ghost monsters roared in rage. Some bent down to slap at him with massive palms, some stomped down with their feet, all striking at Abbot Jie Tan together.

A sharp glint flashed between Yu Zhao’s brows.

She tossed the Mirror of Fleeting Lives into the air. The Mirror of Fleeting Lives grew bigger as it met the wind. The ferocious ghost shadows fell onto the translucent surface, and thick black smoke poured out at once, forming a blurry shadow as large as the ghost monster itself.

She opened her mouth and spat out another stream of spirit power.

The shadow quickly solidified. Whether in appearance or in aura, it was no different from the ghost monster across from it.

Even the ghost monster itself froze for a second. It stared blankly at the clone created by the clone technique, its eyes dull.

Yu Zhao seized the chance and took the offensive, directing the clone to pounce forward and wrestle with the ghost monster.

Ghost winds howled, mixed here and there with a few sharp, miserable screams.

Abbot Jie Tan nodded in satisfaction.

No matter the situation, Yu Zhao’s performance was always impressive.

Bodhisattva’s lowered eyes, Vajra’s angry gaze.

[Today, I, Jie Tan, will let them know that the Buddhist cultivators of Clarity Sound Temple are not people they can bully.]

Abbot Jie Tan pressed his hands into a seal and softly chanted: “Golden Body Manifestation.”

His brows lowered slightly. A thread of golden light slowly rose from the spot between his eyebrows.

As the low Buddha chant sounded, the golden light spread over Abbot Jie Tan’s whole body, as if outlining him with a thin golden edge. His robes and his skin both took on a golden sheen.

He looked like a Buddha statue standing in a temple, his whole body giving off a merciful, sacred aura that no one dared to offend.

At that moment, he pressed his palms together and lowered his head slightly in a Buddhist salute.

When he raised his head again, a golden dharma image leapt out from behind him, grabbed the vajra scepter floating in the air, and strode barefoot toward the ghost monsters.

Abbot Jie Tan’s voice rang out, deep and clear: “Amitabha Buddha!”

The loudest Buddha name echoed through the sky.

The Golden Body Manifestation glared with wide, angry eyes, vajra scepter in hand. His movements were wide and powerful. The gloomy, terrifying ghost monsters were like paper dolls in front of him, unable to withstand a single blow.

Wherever he passed, Buddha light shone and the Buddha chant sounded again and again.

At this moment, Abbot Jie Tan seemed to turn into a god and Buddha, subduing demons and saving all living beings.

Yu Zhao had seen Bu Yan ferry heretic cultivators and restless souls before, but never once had she felt such deep shock.

She finally understood why the Buddhist order could stand firm in the cultivation world for so long.

It was not because of anything else. It was because of faith.

Just as Yu Zhao was deeply moved by Abbot Jie Tan, the three Divine Transformation cultivators suddenly appeared again, forming a triangle.

Yu Zhao had still been controlling the clone technique to fight the ghost monster. The moment they appeared, the clone exploded with a loud boom, and a violent wave of air rushed out.

Yu Zhao gave a muffled groan and was instantly thrown into the air.

She crashed to the ground. Just as she was about to get up, a dull pain spread across her chest.

Right after, she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Her face turned as white as paper.

She could clearly feel her chest caving in. She had no idea how many ribs were broken.

She quickly stuffed a handful of pills into her mouth. Using one hand to push against the ground, she slowly forced herself up. But just as she managed to stand steady, another huge force slammed into her and sent her flying again.

“Ugh!”

Another mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Yu Zhao’s vision went dark for a moment, and her spirit sagged at once.

She shook her head hard, then bit the tip of her tongue, forcing herself to stay awake.

Her gaze swept around. Abbot Jie Tan and his golden dharma image were locked in battle with two Divine Transformation cultivators. Even if he wanted to help her, he had no way to break free.

The last Divine Transformation cultivator stood at a distance that was not too far but not too close.

Yu Zhao could not see his expression clearly, but from his relaxed posture, she could tell he looked down on her and did not see her as a threat at all.

Yu Zhao bit her lower lip in unwillingness.

Through the Heaven Divining Shell, she had obtained an ancient array formation, and she already had a lead on the spirit core she needed. She did not want to fall here.

But her opponent was a Divine Transformation cultivator.

In his eyes, her resistance was as weak as a brat throwing a tantrum.

Yu Zhao’s mind spun crazily. After years of tempering, her storage space was already packed full of all kinds of treasures.

But in front of a Divine Transformation cultivator, these things were still not enough.

Unless…

Yu Zhao suddenly thought of a crazy idea.

One magical artifact might not be able to threaten a Divine Transformation cultivator. But what about a hundred? A thousand?

If all those magical artifacts self-detonated, the damage might not quite match a true Divine Transformation cultivator’s self-detonation, but it would not be far off.

As long as she could disrupt him, maybe she could last until Abbot Jie Tan came to save her.

[Anyway, I am not going to sit here and wait to die. Even if this is a dead end, I’m going to go big at least once!]

Yu Zhao made up her mind. With a thought, wave after wave of magical artifacts flew out, forming a tall wall between her and that Divine Transformation cultivator.

The other party seemed sure that she could not stir up any big waves. He did not try to stop her at all and simply watched her with an easy, relaxed attitude.

The corners of Yu Zhao’s lips slowly curved up. Just as she was about to make all the magical artifacts self-detonate, a water dragon tore through the dark clouds and fell from the sky.

Its body was clear as flowing water. Its eyes were as cold and emotionless as ice, giving off a chilling aura.

The moment it appeared, the temperature around them dropped sharply. Even breathing felt icy, as if cold air were seeping straight into their bones.

Yet beneath that coldness was an even more overbearing and powerful aura. With an unstoppable force, it shattered the gloomy, murky spatial restraints in an instant.

Sensing a familiar presence, Yu Zhao lifted her head to look up.

Sure enough, she saw a figure in moon-white robes standing on the water dragon’s head.

His expression was even more severe than the water dragon’s. The cold light between his brows and eyes seemed sharp enough to cut, making people tremble with fear at just one glance.

Master Qing Yan’s voice was calm as he spoke, but anyone could hear the boundless rage hidden inside: “Lowly scum, how dare you bully my disciple.”

His arrival turned the situation upside down once again.

The two cultivators who had been fighting with Abbot Jie Tan quickly retreated and joined up with their companion.

Abbot Jie Tan pressed his palms together and leaned forward slightly. His golden dharma image took a few large steps toward him and merged back into his body, turning into a strand of golden light that sank between his brows.

“Many thanks, Master Qing Yan,” Abbot Jie Tan said softly.

Facing Abbot Jie Tan, Master Qing Yan’s expression eased a little as he replied: “I should be the one thanking the abbot for protecting my disciple.”

Abbot Jie Tan shook his head slightly. “This old monk did nothing. It was Yu Zhao who relied on herself and protected her own life.”

Master Qing Yan immediately looked over at Yu Zhao. His gaze stopped for a moment on her pale face and the bloodstains on her chest. Even more overwhelming anger surged through his limbs and bones.

A killing intent that shook heaven and earth burst out from his body.

He stared at the three Divine Transformation cultivators and said, word by word: “Whoever hurt Yu Zhao, dies.”

With a loud boom, countless streams of seawater shot up from deep underground and turned into towering waves in the blink of an eye.

The three Divine Transformation cultivators became impossibly small before those waves.