The golden light emanating from the Buddha exudes righteousness and carries the purifying power to cleanse all impurities!
The menacing blue tide of ghosts, upon contact with the golden Sanskrit, seemed to have encountered its natural nemesis, letting out a mournful wail.
The ghosts charging ahead were directly converted by the Buddha's light, drying up and becoming transparent as quickly as ice and snow melted away, unable to penetrate even a little!
The eerie blue light in the soul lamp also dimmed rapidly.
The orange-red spiritual beam from the sea beast, when it approached Monk Jingshi, vanished without a trace, completely dissolved by his profound and pure power of will.
The principle of elemental advantage is on full display here!
The monk Jingshi's abilities seem to be born to purify the sinister and eerie power of phosphorus lamps!
"Could it be... that everything in this world, cause and effect, fate, is already predetermined?" Phosphorus lamp murmured to itself, feeling utterly powerless.
He had actually anticipated this outcome.
But seeing the all-knowing, compassionate gaze of the monk Jingshi, Phosphorus Lamp's resentment and anger burned like wildfire once more, instantly overwhelming his reason!
The phosphorescent lamp suddenly went berserk, desperately channeling its internal energy:
No! I don't believe it!
Dozens of soul lamps around him suddenly broke free from their suspended trajectory and began to spin rapidly around him like mad fireflies.
He even went so far as to expend all his energy to reignite the thousands of phosphorescent flames within the soul lamp.
Phosphorus Lamp knew very well that, given the monk Jingshi's abilities, his opportunities to act were extremely limited, and each move was likely to be his last, so he had to go all out.
At this moment, the ghostly blue flames within the soul lamp were no longer a cold, dark light, but instead burst forth with an almost blinding intensity.
That is a special radiance that can only be generated by burning the source.
"All lights are extinguished!"
The phosphorescent lamps roared with a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve, detonating all the soul lamps he had collected.
The soul lamp exploded instantly, igniting eerie ghost fire in the deep sea, while a large number of out-of-control ghosts rushed out of it.
Faced with the ghosts that embodied the spirit of the phosphorescent lamp, carried the obsessions of countless wronged souls, and surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, the monk Jingshi's fingers, which were twirling prayer beads, suddenly stopped.
The Buddha's light involuntarily intensified by three points, and golden light threads wove into an impenetrable net of light in front of him.
Although the ghosts could not cause any harm, the monk Jingshi's gaze toward the phosphorescent lamp held a mixture of pity and solemnity:
"Why must you do this, benefactor? These souls could have been saved and had a chance to be liberated, but you insist on dragging them down to their doom and into hell. What is the point of this? It will only add to your boundless karmic burden!"
"Duhua?"
Suddenly, the phosphorescent lamp laughed, a hoarse laugh, the contortion on its face replaced by a tragic, world-weary madness:
"Hahahaha! Monk, let me tell you: the places where Buddha's light shines are called Pure Land; the places where it doesn't shine are Purgatory!"
"What's the difference between those who cannot be redeemed and those who live in hell!"
He suddenly raised his hand and forcefully pushed the Netherfire toward the Buddha's light.
The ghostly blue flames and the wraiths quickly intertwined, transforming into countless wailing fire butterflies, each butterfly's wings reflecting a blurry, pained human face.
This is the image of each wrongfully killed person that he inscribed when he collected the soul lamps.
Phosphorus Lamp suppressed his emotions, looked directly at Monk Jingshi, and spoke with an unexpected calmness, as if recounting a past experience that was unrelated to himself but which he had personally experienced:
"In this world, it is easier for a person to die than for a fish to die."
"Many more silent deaths have long been swallowed up in the darkness where no one has witnessed them."
The phosphorescent lamp's sound suddenly rose in pitch, like a collective accusation from countless wronged souls, piercingly sharp:
"And I am the witness!"
"My soul lamp burns evil spirits and also harbors wronged souls! You say I'm a heretic, but you don't know that this is also a form of salvation!"
"Can you save their souls, can you alleviate the suffering they endured in their lives?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a massive number of fire butterflies around him flashed simultaneously.
Even the previously dormant ghosts responded at this moment, actively drifting towards the Netherfire and transforming into ghostly fire butterflies that flickered around the phosphorescent lamp.
Seeing the increasing number of fire butterflies, the monk Jingshi frowned slightly, his prayer beads swirling faster as he silently recited scriptures before continuing his persuasion:
“Your obsession is too deep. Let it go. This humble monk can help you escape from the sea of suffering and also help these souls be reborn in the Pure Land.”
After exhausting all its resources and forcibly blasting the soul lamp to awaken a large number of ghosts, the phosphorescent lamp's body has begun to suffer a backlash and is rapidly weakening.
He coughed up blood, but laughed even harder:
"I've let it go, but who will remember them? Who will seek 'justice' for those who have died!"
"No matter how great your Buddha-light is, can you bring the dead back to life? Can you stop them from suffering?"
After saying that, Phosphorus Lamp slowly raised his hand and pressed it firmly against his chest.
There, the eerie blue light, mixed with life energy, grew stronger and stronger, even staining the entire phosphorescent lamp with burning ghostly flames, attracting countless fire butterflies to swarm around it.
"In my entire life, I, Phosphorus Lamp, have never believed in compassion; I only believe in myself and in the light in my hand!"
Fire can burn away all evil in the world! It can also consume myself!
"Monk, take my final blow! Use your own eyes to see for yourself, use your own Buddhist heart to feel for yourself! See if your Buddha-light can truly save me from all my sins, and from the endless suffering of this world!!!"
The phosphorescent lamp's heart pounded wildly, like a resounding war drum, rapidly depleting its last remaining life force.
Clearly, from the moment Monk Jingshi chose this path of light, he had no intention of leaving this deep sea alive!
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