Zhang Erhe was a little excited.

Master Yuankong was a close friend of his master.

Years ago, one cultivated Taoism and the other Buddhism, and they traveled the world together.

Originally, he had planned to go to Ghost Mountain to bring back Master Yuankong's remains, but to his surprise, Master Yuankong was still alive!

"You and your master are very similar, both full of righteousness."

Master Yuankong looked at Zhang Erhe with a kind smile.

"What brings you to the mountain this time?"

Zhang Erhe respectfully bowed.

"Originally, I was entrusted by my master to handle three matters, but since Master Yuankong is still alive, the other two are voided. The only remaining one is to retrieve the sect's magic tool, the Xingluo Pan (Star Compass)."

"Amitabha, your master has such an excellent successor. He should be smiling in the afterlife."

Yuankong, with long eyebrows and large ears, smiled slightly, then changed the subject.

"However, Benefactor Erhe, it is a pity that you have such wisdom and are in the Taoist sect. Why not join my Buddhist sect, seek great enlightenment as soon as possible, Amitabha!"

Zhang Erhe frowned tightly into a knot upon hearing this.

"Master Yuankong, I respect you as a senior, but the matter of converting to Buddhism is not to be mentioned again! I, Zhang Erhe, am a member of the Taoist sect in life and a ghost of the Taoist sect in death!"

"Amitabha, Benefactor Erhe, you are wrong. You are attached to appearances. Whether you join the Taoist sect or the Buddhist sect, isn't it all to save the common people of the world?"

Master Yuankong gently tapped the glazed Buddhist staff in his hand, making a soft buzzing sound. Zhang Erhe's eyes suddenly became a little dull.

"Benefactor Erhe is destined to be with my Buddha, this fate is destined by heaven..."

With a buzzing sound, at this moment, wisps of Buddha's light bloomed behind Master Yuankong, but strangely, this Buddha's light was black...

Within each strand of black Buddha's light, there was a world. Within this strand of black Buddha's light, there were magnificent mountains and rivers, and countless people.

However, these people were killing each other, and the mountains and rivers were stained red with blood.

Within these strands of black Buddha's light, the sound of uniform chanting of Buddha's name resounded, and each strand of Buddha's light seemed to be the most profound Buddhist Dharma in the world.

Countless black Buddha's lights enveloped Zhang Erhe, whose eyes were dull, seeming to forcibly convert this disciple of the Taoist sect.

A black Buddha wheel rose behind Master Yuankong's head, and a black lotus emerged beneath him, slowly lifting his entire person up...

The Yuankong in front of him was no longer the amiable monk, he was an evil Buddha, an evil Buddha who could convert all living beings with a single word!

If an observer looked closely, they would find that Master Yuankong and the large Buddha statue carved in the temple were nine-tenths similar in appearance.

"Come, take refuge in my Buddha."

Master Yuankong formed a Buddhist mudra with his hands and uttered true words. Zhang Erhe had an urge to worship, an urge to prostrate himself before Yuankong and listen to the scriptures.

Zhang Erhe put his hands together, and his knees slowly knelt towards the ground.

Master Yuankong revealed a kind and strange smile. As long as Zhang Erhe knelt down, he would never be able to escape from his Buddhist Dharma again.

Just as Zhang Erhe's knees were about to touch the ground, a pair of strong hands held him up.

"The Buddha does not convert those below a bachelor's degree. Zhang Daozhang (Taoist Master) , you are so young and have such profound Taoist skills, you must have never read a book in your life. How can you enter Buddhism?"

A chuckle sounded in Zhang Erhe's ear, and Zhang Erhe, whose eyes were originally dull, instantly regained clarity.

Zhang Erhe looked back and saw Qiao Yu's smiling face.

"Brother Qiao Yu!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Erhe's entire back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and his heart was filled with fear.

It was just a little bit. If Qiao Yu hadn't appeared suddenly, he would have really been converted by the Yuankong in front of him.

Has Master Yuankong's Buddhist Dharma really reached such a profound state?

Seeing that the conversion of Zhang Erhe had failed, Yuankong was not annoyed, and still maintained that old, unhurried appearance.

"This Benefactor Qiao, do you also want to take refuge in my Buddha?" As Yuankong's lips opened and closed, the Buddha's sound was released, as if it could convert all things in the world. Even Zhang Erhe's eyes couldn't help but flicker.

However, Qiao Yu was not affected at all, but grinned.

"No, I don't have any money. I can't afford VIP and I can't afford to listen to the Great Compassion Mantra. I won't embarrass my Buddha."

Master Yuankong's face was a little gloomy. In theory, everyone should have wisdom roots, and those with wisdom roots would naturally be affected by his Buddhist Dharma.

Why did this man named Qiao Yu show no reaction at all?

"Amitabha, my Buddha has the virtue of loving life and is willing to save all those in the world who have obsessions."

Master Yuankong did not believe in evil. The black lotus beneath him bloomed. When the petals of the lotus fell one by one, it was as if worlds were heading towards destruction.

However, when the black petals fell and disappeared, new petals bloomed on the black lotus, and as they bloomed, one new world after another was born.

Between the blooming and withering of flowers, people saw the truth of the world's destruction and rebirth. It seemed that this process was a permanent cycle, endless and never-ending.

Zhang Erhe only glanced at it, and his entire person was deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate himself, standing blankly in place, fascinated by the changes of the black lotus.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Master Yuankong's mouth, but when his gaze fell on Qiao Yu, his entire person was stunned.

Not only was that kid not infected by his Buddhist Dharma... but he was also picking his nose?

"Ah? Master Yuankong, don't look at me, you continue to perform magic tricks, it's so beautiful, hee hee." Qiao Yu scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

Master Yuankong almost twisted his nose in anger. What was going on? He had clearly used all of his Buddhist Dharma, so why didn't this kid have any reaction at all?

What Master Yuankong didn't know was that the person in front of him really had no wisdom roots. A person with 0 intelligence and mental strength, where would he get the wisdom roots to let him convert?

At this moment, Zhang Erhe suddenly woke up. He bit the tip of his tongue and retreated rapidly.

"This is not Buddhist Dharma at all!" Zhang Erhe shouted, "This is clearly a bewitching evil art!"

"You are not Master Yuankong, you just have a face that looks like Master Yuankong. Who exactly are you?" Zhang Erhe's face was filled with shock and anger.

"Benefactor Erhe, you are wrong. The Buddha is without form. Appearance is just a shell, Amitabha."

Master Yuankong still wanted to use his evil art to bewitch Zhang Erhe, but Zhang Erhe was prepared. He placed a yellow talisman on his forehead.

When the Buddha's sound spread over, the yellow talisman also began to burn fiercely, and Zhang Erhe's eyes still maintained clarity.

"To be precise, he is Master Yuankong, but now, it would be more appropriate to call him a ghost monk."

As soon as Qiao Yu finished speaking, the atmosphere in the temple suddenly became silent, and a chilling aura permeated the temple.

"After all, there shouldn't be a second Buddha-believing ghost on Ghost Mountain, right? What do you say, Master Yuankong? Oh no, Ghost Monk?"