All the female ghosts bowed down and agreed.

Among these female ghosts, there was one with an elegant temperament and beautiful appearance. She was looking at Lin Lang with curiosity.

"Xiao Qian, what are you looking at? Come in quickly."

A female ghost pushed Nie Xiaoqian and muttered something.

"Hmph, you're just a pretty vase. You're good-looking, but you're useless. I don't know what grandma sees in you..."

After sending people to settle these female ghosts, Lin Lang touched his chin.

Nie Xiaoqian, a pure yin soul, has decent aptitude.

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Ten miles away from the capital.

Wang Tuxue shook his wings and looked at the bald lama in front of him with disdain.

"Old Centipede, don't think that just because you're the Imperial Master, I'm afraid of you. If you want to avenge my son's murder, come on, and see what you can do to me!"

The old monk narrowed his eyes slightly, and golden light suddenly surged from his body. A pure Buddhist aura spread out, which startled Wang Tuxue.

"You...it's impossible. How could you, who has eaten so many people, possibly develop Buddhist magical powers?" he exclaimed.

"Hahahaha, how is that impossible? Little Tornado, today I will devour you alive to vent my hatred!"

As the old monk spoke, his body transformed into a golden light and rushed into the sky. The Buddha's light shone all over the sky, and colorful auspicious clouds slowly floated in the sky.

"Buzz!"

A figure that blocked out the sky and the sun emerged from the auspicious clouds.

Looking at this huge golden statue, Wang Tuxue was horrified.

"Golden Body of Tathagata!"

In just a moment, the thought of kneeling down and bowing came into his mind.