Chapter 338 The Ghost Realm is in Trouble This Year
Ji Wenyi stood with his hands behind his back, admiring the scenery of the ghost world.
The guards on the left and right took out palace lanterns, screens, curtains, silk tablecloths and other items from their Qiankun bags and busily set up the venue.
The accompanying ministers were furious: "How dare a mere devil king ask His Majesty to wait?"
Ji Wenyi said gently: "I am a guest here and I will follow the host's arrangements."
Jiaying felt the strong resentment around him, so he asked the monk to bring a cushion. He sat cross-legged on the spot, focused his mind, held the Buddhist beads in his hand, and began to chant the mantra for rebirth to save all ghosts.
He was dressed in a spotless white monk's robe. As the mantra began to sound, his whole body emanated a golden glow, which expanded layer by layer with him as the center, shining like the scorching sun, illuminating for thousands of miles.
A rustling sound was heard in the endless darkness, as if a dense group of living creatures were crawling on the ground with their hands and feet, crawling towards the bone pavilion where Jiaying was.
The attendant monk solemnly said in a loud voice: "Please show yourself. Today, Master Jiaying of the Divine Realm is here. He possesses all kinds of merits and can relieve all suffering. He can enlighten all those who cannot attain enlightenment, save all those who cannot save themselves, and liberate all those who cannot be liberated!"
The crawling sounds became more frequent and urgent. Countless ragged evil spirits gradually crawled into the golden circle of light that Jiaying spread out.
They listened to the Buddhist scriptures with tears in their eyes, gathered around the bone pavilion with gratitude, and crawled towards Jiaying as if they had been saved.
"Master, Master, I am in so much pain..."
The closer they got to Jiaying, the more the black evil spirit evaporated like mist in the sun, and their souls were purified. Soon, they turned into wisps of white smoke and disappeared without a trace.
The scene was extremely shocking.
Imagine that Jiaying is sitting in the pavilion with supreme brilliance, and except for the pavilion, the surroundings are shrouded in darkness like eternal night.
Darkness has resided here since the creation of heaven and earth. The area ruled by darkness has no end. Despair and silence are the twins of darkness.
Layer upon layer of evil spirits surged towards Jiaying's glory like a black tide.
The cries were deafening, and all the ghosts stretched out their arms, desperately trying to grab Jiaying's monk's robe to be saved, and then they were annihilated in the majestic chanting.
On the surface of the bloody lake, the human skin lotus melted, and white holy lotuses gradually bloomed.
Jiaying lowered his eyes, neither happy nor sad, as if he was sacred and inviolable.
Everyone fell silent, feeling the solemnity of Buddhism at this moment. Even Ji Weiming, who disliked Jiaying the most, had nothing to say.
You said it would be better for Jiaying to be a holy monk who is detached from the worldly affairs, but he chose to be a mistress.
Jiaying repeated the mantra of rebirth thousands of times, but the ghosts still came in an endless stream, as if there was no end. All living beings were suffering, and those who saw it were sad.
Ji Wenyi sighed, "It's so pitiful, give it alms."
The guards grabbed cloth bags and scattered raw rice and threw steamed buns outside the pavilion, causing the ghosts to scramble for food.
"Oh my, Emperor Yi and the Holy Son are truly kindhearted. How could the ghosts under my rule be so worthy of receiving such a gift from such a noble man—"
The Ghost King came on the Yin-Yang Boat.
The Yin-Yang Boat is a means of transportation for soul-collecting messengers in folk legends. The boat frame is made of sorghum stalks and covered with colored paper. A Tai Chi pattern is hung on the sail. It will appear at night to capture human souls.
Two rows of skeleton boatmen in black rowed their boats through the bloody water, smilingly singing eerie ghost songs like "Fish lanterns lead souls to the underworld, new ghosts are troubled and old ghosts are crying", and the boats sailed towards the Bone Pavilion at full speed.
The Ghost King has a green face and curly beard, and wears a red robe with the word "death" written all over it. He exudes a murderous aura, and is gloomy and ominous.
As soon as he appeared, the ghosts surrounding Jiaying immediately crawled back into the darkness in fear.
Jiaying paused in twisting the Buddhist beads and the chanting stopped.
Ji Wenyi and Ji Weiming looked towards the Blood Lake together, and the Ghost King came ashore.
The ghost servants were numerous and powerful. There were people holding signs in front to clear the way, musicians playing music at the end of the team, and flags fluttering in the air.
The ceremony looked grand, but in the eyes of the royal family, it was nothing more than a poor imitation of the rituals of the divine realm, a laughable imitation of the ugly woman.
As the Ghost King was walking towards the Bone Pavilion, the ground suddenly shook like an earthquake. The ghosts were unable to stand steadily and the music became chaotic.
The Ghost King's face turned a little dark, and the feeling of being anxious and exhausted came over him again.
The Ji family was threatening here, and the eighteen levels of hell at the Ghost Gate in the west were about to be broken through by the demons.
The ghost world is so unlucky this year. All the big shots have lost their wives to their ghost world. How can it be such a coincidence? This must be a conspiracy by all walks of life to take over!
The Ghost King ascended the Bone Pavilion. Jiaying was highly respected and the person he respected the most, so he saluted Jiaying first.
When he saw Jiaying with long hair, his heart skipped a beat. He had heard all the recent gossip in the Divine Realm. Seeing was believing. Just as the rumors said, Jiaying had returned to secular life.
He asked anxiously, "Sir Saint, could it be that your wife has also ended up in our ghost world?"
Ji Weiming angrily threw his Taoist robe and glanced at him with a cold look. Jiaying was a little confused. Ji Wenyi was asked about his wife, and so was the Ghost King. Why did everyone ask about his wife when they saw him?
"I am a steadfast monk who observes the precepts and has never had any involvement with women," Jiaying asked coldly. "Why is the Ghost King flirting with me?"
Hey! Dare to love but not to admit? I didn’t expect the monk to be so hypocritical.
The Ghost King laughed and said, "I just heard some absurd rumors. Master, don't take them to heart."
Jiaying: "What rumor?"
The acolyte hurriedly interrupted, "You went astray a while ago and said some absurd things. Your followers must have heard them and spread them around, causing a lot of misunderstandings..."
The Ghost King said in an exaggerated tone: "Wow, it turns out it was just a rumor."
Ji Wenyi's accompanying minister was furious: "Ghost King, my lord has been waiting for you for a long time."
The Ghost King then turned around and greeted Ji Wenyi and Ji Weiming.
The Ji brothers sat at the table drinking tea. They neither looked up nor stood up to return the greeting, and accepted the Ghost King's bow.
Ji Weiming was extremely annoyed with this cunning and treacherous Ghost King. They had met more than a dozen times, and each time ended in displeasure.
"Why is it you again, asking Zhu Chuideng to come see me?"
The Ghost King was suddenly shocked when he heard the name of the Ghost Lord. Ji actually found out the name of the Ghost Lord!
These three words are naturally powerful to the ghost clan.
For ordinary ghosts, the worst that could happen was that their souls would be shattered, but for the Ghost King, it was like being struck by lightning. The magic tablet he held in his hand cracked.
The Ghost King was so frightened that he covered his ears.
"Lord King Rui, don't blame me for not warning you. In the ghost realm, the name of the ghost master is taboo. If a disaster were to occur, it would be something you and I cannot bear."
Ji Wenyi asked with a pleasant expression, "I came in person, but Zhu Chuideng didn't come to see me?"
"Could it be that, as the outside world has said, Zhu Chuideng has fallen?"
Ji Wenyi specifically mentioned the Ghost Lord's name twice, and the Ghost King was so frightened that his blood almost flowed backwards. He then regretted that he should not have neglected the royal family just now.
He bowed repeatedly to apologize, "The Ghost Lord is in seclusion and unable to see guests. He has appointed me to receive you on his behalf. This is not a sign of neglect. I have been in charge of Wujian for hundreds of years, and my words are trustworthy."
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