Volume 1 Chapter 494: Farewell

Chapter 494: Farewell

The lethality of the spell to the top-level masters is almost equal to zero. Unless the master wants to die and is concentrating on practicing hugging with the spell, otherwise there is basically no problem. They have high cultivation and fast movements, and can dodge the moment the spell explodes.

Seeing that the spells are getting fewer and fewer, Zhang Pa was depressed. But the ghost disciple who was bombed by him was annoyed. How could he encounter such an opponent? Top-level talismans were thrown around like garbage. Doesn't he know that this thing is precious? Spendthrift! Absolutely spendthrift!

The sky was full of fireworks and lightning, and the sound of explosions was endless. It was invisible and inaudible. If it weren't for the ice wall blocking it, the two brothers would not be able to chat at all. Zhang Tianfang was smart for once and shouted: "That black box can collect green fire. Let's grab the box."

Just after he finished shouting, the sky suddenly became dark. It was originally dusk and the sky was a little dark. Now the night came directly, and it was pitch black all around. Zhang Tianfang muttered, "It's getting dark so fast."

Zhang Pa looked up, it wasn't the sky that was dark, it was something that covered half of the sky. Just when he wanted to take a closer look at what it was, he heard a scream in the distance, and then he saw the green fire in the sky stopped moving forward, and slowly fell down.

The green fire was out of control, and the red-clothed ghost who was chasing the crowd with a sword dared not chase them anymore, and jumped back to see what happened. Without the help of the green fire, he was helpless against the ice wall.

The people chasing him left, Zhang Pa stopped throwing spells, and stopped retreating, watching the excitement from a distance across the ice wall. After a while, the smoke dissipated, and he saw a fat monk fighting with the red-clothed ghost who was chasing them, while the other red-clothed ghost disappeared, and his black box appeared in the fat monk's hand.

Zhang Pa immediately understood what was above his head, it was the fat monk's magical bowl. He said to Zhang Tianfang: "We are lucky. Every time there is a monk to help fight."

This monk can not only fight, but also kill. He first uses the bowl to cover the sky to attract the attention of the ghost disciple, and then sneaks up on the ghost disciple holding the black box, easily injuring him and snatching the black box. The scream was made by this unlucky ghost disciple.

The ghost disciple holding the box was seriously injured and fled. The ghost disciple holding the sword came back to rescue him. His intention was to snatch the black box back, but the fat monk Miaofa was really powerful and easily suppressed him. However, after fighting for three or five moves, the red-clothed ghost disciple holding the sword had almost no power to fight back. He couldn't beat this fat man at all. He secretly observed several companions who were being bullied by the piglet and the white tiger, so he knew that the mission failed. He was unwilling to shout and took the lead to fly away.

Miaofa raised his finger and pointed at the bowl in the air, which shrank to its original size and turned to hit the ghost disciple. The speed was faster than them and he easily caught up. The ghost disciple hurriedly controlled the sword to resist, and was smashed away with a thud. The bowl continued to fly over and hit the chest. The ghost disciple spat out blood wildly, and at the same time, he flew backwards with this force and took the opportunity to escape. As for the other six black-clothed ghost disciples, they ran away without saying a word after receiving the order. Although the piglets and cats were fierce, they could not do anything to the top masters. After letting them run away, they returned to Zhang Pa to claim credit.

Miaofa put away the bowl, and the sky returned to dusk. Zhang Pa put away the ice wall and called back the piglets and cats to thank the fat monk. The fat monk Miaofa waved his hand and said, "I want to thank the donor." He was talking about the few people who helped him clean the Hefang Temple. He threw the black box over and asked, "How do you use this thing?" Zhang Pa and others didn't know, so they gathered together to think about it randomly. Zhang Tianfang said, "Talking is useless. You can only know how to use it if you try it." He snatched the black box and flew towards the nearest green fire, then opened the lid to catch it. After a moment, the green fire stopped in the black box. It was done.

Zhang Tianfang was overjoyed, holding the box and flying all over the sky. After a while, he collected the countless green flames dancing on the river one by one, covered the lid and threw it to the fat monk: "It's done." Miaofa took the box, thought about it, put it away and said: "It's not auspicious. Let me save it with Buddhist teachings."

Who cares if you want to save it or not? Zhang Tianfang asked: "Where is Bukong?" Miaofa said: "I haven't seen him." He has a high level of cultivation and a strong murderous nature. He chased two ghost disciples to the battlefield. Later, the ghost disciples escaped and he was caught up and killed one of them. After killing them, he returned to the river. It happened that Zhang Pa threw talismans randomly, and his spiritual power burst out. The explosion was also surprisingly loud. Miaofa came to check what happened and saved Zhang Pa and others.

After a few people exchanged greetings, Miaofa said goodbye and left. The injured ghost king was the source of all evil. He wanted to track down and kill him.

The Hell Lotus Fire was collected, and the biggest threat was removed. Zhang Pa said: "Stay for a few more days." Naturally, everyone had no objection and set up camp on the shore to continue waiting for Bukong. In this battle, the piglet and the kitten were in the limelight and were praised crazily by the girls. The two little guys were very proud and acted cool and proud all day long.

When they waited for the seventh day, Bukong finally came back. He appeared in front of everyone with a blank expression and silence. Zhang Tianfang asked him the first question: "Did you kill someone?" Bukong shook his head: "He was seriously injured and he ran away." Zhang Tianfang said: "Let's go."

Bukong looked at everyone and asked: "Are you waiting for me?"

Zhang Pa said yes, threw out the flying boat, called everyone to get on the boat, and then looked at Bukong: "Are you going?"

Bukong hesitated for a while and refused: "I have something to do. If the ghost disciples are not eliminated, the people will not be happy."

Zhang Tianfang immediately shouted: "Because we were waiting for you, we were almost killed." He wanted to shout again, but was held down by Zhang Pa, and said to Bukong: "We are not practicing enough, so we won't stay any longer. If you have time in the future, you can go to the East Continent to find us." Bukong nodded in agreement.

Zhang Pa took out a bunch of spiritual herbs, elixirs and wine and stuffed them into Bukong's pockets. After talking for a while, he said goodbye and left. He saw that Bukong was reluctant to leave, and everyone could see it, so even Zhang Tianfang didn't feel comfortable saying anything angry. He just patted his shoulder twice and said, "Take care."

Zhang Tianfang's auspicious words made people feel very uncomfortable. Bukong was stunned on the spot. After a while, he reacted, clasped his hands together, bowed his head and chanted Buddha: "Amitabha." He was a little moved.

Bukong came back to seek peace of mind. He wanted to see everyone off. Although he didn't know whether Zhang Pa and others had left, he had to come back. It was up to you to leave or not, and it was up to me to see them off or not.

When the flying boat was sailing fast against the wind and waves, everyone on the boat was a little silent. The four-member group was finally dispersed. After all the hard journey to the west, they experienced all kinds of crises and killings, but they only spent a short time with Bukong. Fang Jian suddenly whispered, "We still couldn't trick him away." Zhang Pa laughed and said, "The little monk has become smarter." Zhang Tianfang was furious when he heard this, "You tricked him? You dare to trick him?" Zhang Pa's smile was a little dry, and he said lightly, "You can't even understand a joke, you're dumber than a pig." This sentence angered the little pig, and it snorted a few times in protest, but Zhang Tianfang didn't move. He suddenly found that he cared about the little monk very much and wouldn't tolerate others saying anything bad about him.