A Top Scholar in Everything-Chapter 897 - 883: The Pilgrimage of a Hundred Ghosts

After the drummer gradually distanced himself, the originally silent street began to buzz with noise. A group of malevolent ghosts appeared everywhere, all eyeing the room that the resurrected person entered, presumably eager for something inside.

However, at this moment.

Suddenly, the sound of Buddhist chants echoed all around, vast and magnificent, enveloping the entire region surrounding Withered Zen Mountain. At the summit of Withered Zen Mountain, faint golden light emerged, indistinctly revealing a gigantic apparition of the Withered Zen Master, sitting cross-legged in the void, with a compassionate expression, chanting scriptures that cleanse the mind.

Baiyu truly felt a wave of tranquility in his heart.

He didn't want to think about anything, didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to keep listening to the scripture, and nothing else mattered.

Suddenly.

The golden blood and Black Moon Power inside him surged instantly, and the mark on his arm emitted a slight heat. Baiyu suddenly awoke from this state.

Something was wrong.

With his power and realm, even if he heard the Withered Zen Master's Buddhist scripture, he shouldn't fall into such a state. It was completely controlling thoughts, turning him into a puppet. That Withered Zen bald monk truly had a problem!

Baiyu continued to look out the window.

He saw the hundreds of ghosts immersed in the grand majesty of the Buddhist scripture, their eyes dazed, faces blank, resembling patients with polio.

If they remained under the control of this scripture for long.

They might completely lose themselves, becoming the walking dead of Withered Zen.

At this time.

The ghosts began to walk onto the street, as if they were sleepwalking, staggering slowly toward Withered Zen Mountain.

Baiyu's gaze was sharp.

This scene, even he hadn't foreseen before.

Baiyu was getting restless, but the innkeeper had repeatedly warned him before not to go out at night, or he might encounter terrifying things. However, now Baiyu felt like ants were crawling all over him, he wouldn't feel comfortable unless he went out to investigate.

"Damn..."

Baiyu snorted coldly inside, moving like a cat, he slipped out of the room without making any noise.

However.

As Baiyu walked down the stairs, a shadow blocked his path.

"Didn't I tell you not to go out at night, never to come out? Why did you still come out... since you don't listen, you'll have to be eaten, eaten..."

Whoosh.

The shadow turned out to be the innkeeper from before.

Only now, he was covered in blood, his head cracked open, with indescribable things flowing inside.

"Boss, sorry about this. Anyway, you'll be resurrected, don't blame me for being too harsh."

Baiyu instantly drew the Horse-cutting Blade from his back, Blood Qi burst forth from his body instantly, the Blood Qi of a Martial Artist was a nemesis to such cold objects, now Baiyu didn't hold back, hacking down with the blade.

In an instant.

Countless Blood Qi burst out.

The old ghost was immediately cut open by the slash, Blood Qi scorching his body with white smoke hissing, as if boiled by aqua regia.

Soon.

The old ghost turned into tendrils of black gas, dissipating into the air, leaving only a dark mark on the ground.

Baiyu sheathed the blade, continuing to walk outside.

The ghosts were walking aimlessly, continually drawing closer to the range of Withered Zen Mountain.

The scene was extremely grand.

Soaring Yin energy gathered in the sky into a dragon, these ghosts lined up into a procession, advancing toward Withered Zen Mountain. The golden light at the summit of Withered Zen Mountain was like a torch in the dark night, guiding them onward.

Soon.

The first ghost stepped onto the stone steps ascending Withered Zen Mountain, followed by the second, the third. These ghosts continued advancing on the stone steps of Withered Zen Mountain, making no sound, like a silent pilgrimage.

Baiyu followed behind the procession.

The ghosts didn't perceive him, none of the ghosts even glanced at him.

But gradually.

Baiyu felt something was wrong.

All these people continued charging upward heedlessly, a mass of endless blackness, the end invisible.

It seemed all the ghosts in the vicinity were drawn here.

"Something's wrong, completely wrong. It seems this old Withered Zen ghost has attracted all the ghosts from the surrounding area. What exactly is he planning to do? But doing this indeed keeps these ghosts quiet at night..."

Baiyu thought silently.

He didn't recklessly step into the range of Withered Zen Mountain, it was too dangerous, with the old Withered Zen monk obviously having absolute control over Withered Zen Mountain, any creature stepping in probably couldn't escape.

However, Baiyu expanded his spirituality, peering toward the mountain.

Gradually.

He discovered what was going on.

All these ghosts, in their unconscious state, leaped into the water well atop the mountain, the very well the old monk drew water from.

Baiyu was secretly shocked in his heart.

What exactly did this old monk want to do? None of those ghosts ever come out after jumping in, the situation is completely one-way.

This old guy.

Could he truly be planning some big news?

As Baiyu was shocked, suddenly, a strong presence approached from behind again. With a shiver, he swiftly dodged behind a nearby building, hiding. He then saw the bustling noise and clamor of drums and fireworks on the street.

A bridal procession appeared on the street again.

It was the same palanquin from last night.

Bao Yue!

Clearly, Bao Yue was in the palanquin, and she was supposed to face off with Madam Wushan to the death last night, yet now she's here, the outcome was self-explanatory.

"Master Withered Zen, this girl greets you. I apologize for disturbing your cultivation, I have offended you greatly."

A cool, female voice emanated from within the palanquin.

The ghosts didn't stop, continuing to walk forward, each one plonking into the water well, like a bottomless pit, never filling.

"Miss Bao Yue, I don't believe I've ever offended you. I've been meditating at Withered Zen Mountain for many years, never stepping out, fearing the worldly causes and effects in the city. I wonder why you've suddenly come today?"

On the summit.

The voice of Master Withered Zen descended, carrying the vast Zen intention of the Buddhist Sect, those unaware might truly believe he was a high monk of the sect.

Bao Yue coldly replied: "Master naturally hasn't had any conflicts with this girl, today Bao Yue has come to propose a deal with the master."

"I am a monk, uninterested in worldly affairs."

Withered Zen slowly replied.

"But what if I told the master that I have a way out? Don't you want to escape this place? Don't you want to see a broader world?"

After saying these words.

Bao Yue stopped talking.

And Master Withered Zen also fell silent for a moment. The world was quiet, with only countless ghosts still lining up, jumping into the well at the mountain summit.

"What method do you have?"

A long time passed.

Master Withered Zen spoke.

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