"This is…Is this Buddha?"
Looking at the golden Buddha statue in the sky, filled with compassion and compassion, everyone was speechless.
Some of the old men who believed in Buddhism trembled and knelt down piously with tears in their eyes.
"Buddha, it's really Buddha.”
"Ahhhh!"
A shrill cat cry that sounded like a miserable roar exploded out, almost piercing through the clouds. The voice was filled with hatred and roars. When the originally shocked people suddenly heard such a terrifying sound, their hair stood on end. A cold intent appeared, and they could not help but panic.
But soon, Buddhist light shone down, and a warm feeling descended on their bodies, dispelling the coldness on their bodies and melting the fear in their hearts. It was as if the merciful Buddha in the sky was protecting them.
At this moment, regardless of whether they believed in Buddhism or not, young, old, or young, everyone was the same. They put their palms together and looked serene.
The entire villa area fell into silence, and only the sound of Buddha's voice echoed.
"Ah! What was this? Stop reading. It hurts."
Horrifying roars echoed around Zhang Fan, and a cold wind blew past. Some of the decorations on the second floor were blown down and shattered on the ground. The sofa and TV were all over the place, and the entire second floor was in a mess.
Zhang Fan frowned. This was his thing. He had to force these three guys out as soon as possible.
As a result, Zhang Fan's chanting speed became faster and faster, and the swastika below also spun faster and faster. Countless red lotuses bloomed on the second floor, emitting waves of light that looked very flirtatious.
"Ah!"
A mournful roar exploded behind Zhang Fan. A ferocious ghost could no longer endure it and directly attacked him. Its dry arms had sharp nails that could easily twist an ordinary person's head off.
Zhang Fan's body suddenly turned into a phantom. He turned from front to back, and back to front. He looked coldly at the ferocious ghost in front of him that wanted to ambush him.
This ghost was none other than the little boy who had been severely injured by him on the first floor.
At this moment, the little boy's face was ferocious, and the flesh on his face seemed to be falling off. It was very terrifying. Although he was not cute before, at least he looked like a human. But now, it was a monster that had been dismembered and reattached. It was very terrifying.
Zhang Fan put his hands together and muttered softly.
"Om, Bharamaradhanin, Savaha.”Note: Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Mantra of Extinguishing Karma
" Ah!!!!!!"
The little boy seemed to have suffered a huge attack in an instant. He let out a miserable cry and his entire body emitted black smoke and resentment. He was sent flying, and his soul almost dissipated. He was very miserable.
"Still alive?" Zhang Fan frowned. He had already hit this ghost twice, but it still didn't die. It was really a cockroach that couldn't be killed.
However, it did not matter. No matter how tenacious a cockroach's vitality was, it would die one day.
Since he couldn't kill this little ghost in two moves, he would use two more moves until he died.
Just as Zhang Fan was about to kill the little boy, a violent sound rang out. Zhang Fan's gaze focused and he looked over. A pale-faced man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was holding a bloody kitchen knife and slashing at him expressionlessly.
Wasn't this ghost the husband in the family portrait, the father of the little boy?
This was a husband who had killed his wife cruelly, but he was also a good father who loved his son dearly.
Zhang Fan had always been puzzled. How did the little boy die?
His father didn't kill him in a frenzy. Instead, he killed his mother and then committed suicide. Then how did this little boy die? Suicide? Murder?
He did not know!
Zhang Fan could not be bothered to know. He knew that this family had committed a heinous crime, and they were even at the level of a ferocious ghost. According to the underworld's dark arts, no matter what grievances you had, you would be reduced to ashes.
Faced with the ferocious ghost father's attack, his body flashed and he directly faced the attack.
Although the ghost was very strong, Zhang Fan was no longer a ghost soldier. He was a Wandering God General. Even a ghost spirit might not be a match for him, let alone a ghost of a lower level.
So in just two moves
"Bang!"
There was a violent sound and a terrifying shock. The power of Zhang Fan's kick was terrifying. It contained divine power and sent the father flying.
The ghost body emitted golden sparks as it was heavily injured.
Without waiting for the father to react, Zhang Fan's figure turned into a golden blur and rushed in front of him. His finger pointed directly at the father's forehead. In an instant, a swastika bloomed, and Buddhist light shone, directly hitting the father's forehead.
"Ah!"
Ghost Father's voice was extremely miserable and terrifying. The golden "" character seemed to be imprinted on his forehead, shining brightly. The aura of resentment on his body was so dense that it was unimaginable. The power of the Buddha's light was like water and fire piercing through ghosts with resentment and hostility. His body trembled, and countless black smoke, resentment, and hostility evaporated in an instant.
"I'll try harder."
Zhang Fan said coldly. A ball of spiritual fire whizzed out from his palm and danced in an astonishing manner.
Ghost Father's entire body started to catch fire. The spiritual fire ignited his soul. The 'swastika' character dissipated his resentment. His eyes widened and his mouth widened. His hands seemed to reach forward to grab something, but he could not grab anything.
A shrill scream sounded in his ears. In the end, it was so loud that Zhang Fan felt his eardrums hurt.
"This is simply intolerable."
The Dark Spear appeared in Zhang Fan's hand, and he stabbed out with it.
"Bang!"
It sounded like a balloon exploding.
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