Chapter 502: The Obsessed Buddha

“Are your words sincere?”

The middle-aged male ghost, who appeared to be the leader, seemed to believe Shui Miao.

To them, a young kid couldn’t possibly make up such convincing lies.

Shui Miao scoffed and retorted, “Why would I lie? As you can see, I’m a straightforward person. I dislike people sneaking around behind my back, doing things to me—even if your intentions are good, I still dislike such secrecy. If you’re honest with me, I’ll appreciate your kindness. But if anyone presumes to manipulate me like a pawn, I’ll never forgive them.”

In his heart, Shui Miao knew he was just a pawn, but weren’t these ghosts pawns as well?

That’s just how the world was—some people always thought themselves clever, using others as chess pieces, masking their selfishness and darkness with the false guise of goodwill, too cowardly to live honorably.

“Your temper is just like your father’s!”

The ghost of the middle-aged man suddenly turned serious.

The other ghosts also furrowed their brows.

Seeing their reactions, Shui Miao’s heart jolted—could it be that his father had been killed by the thousand-year-old female ghost?

“What happened to my father?” Shui Miao’s voice trembled with emotion.

The middle-aged ghost nodded at Shui Miao solemnly, “Rest assured, your father has truly ascended to the Immortal Realm and joined the Yuxu Sect. He’s now a genuine ghost immortal. Your father was loyal to the Lady, so she favored him greatly. She even specially sent us to help you grow, so you could truly understand the mysteries of the Dao of Heaven and Earth. However, you were too suspicious, destroying the treasure the Lady gave you—the Wheel Mirror. It could not only reveal past lives but also subdue demons and ghosts…”

The ghost spoke at length about the mirror’s many benefits, expressing deep regret over its destruction.

Shui Miao remained silent, unrepentant. Smashing the mirror to reveal the truth had been worth it.

Deep down, Shui Miao deeply doubted the thousand-year-old female ghost’s special care for his father. His earlier “dream” conflict with the Yuxu Sect had left him suspicious—whether or not any of it was real, her motives were questionable. He naturally couldn’t trust the words of someone who had never treated him honestly.

“Senior, there’s something I don’t quite understand. I beg you, tell me the truth,” Shui Miao moved his brows, clasped his hands solemnly, and gazed at the ghosts. “I’d like to ask—did the Wheel Mirror have special abilities to monitor my thoughts and suppress my thinking? And is the world I’m facing now real?”

Shui Miao’s nature was direct. Although he couldn’t yet overpower these ghosts, he couldn’t help but ask his doubts outright.

“This…”

“…”

The four ghosts were momentarily speechless.

The leader hesitated, then said, “Shui Miao, your father is our fellow disciple. Some things are better left unexplored—for our sake, and for your loved ones. Even if you knew everything, what could you do? Besides, the Lady has truly treated us well. Don’t overthink it.”

By not denying it, they had essentially admitted the truth.

Shui Miao’s heart shook.

Yet the ghost’s words made sense—this thousand-year-old female ghost could threaten his loved ones at any moment. He had to be cautious.

This matter couldn’t be rushed. He needed to handle it carefully.

Still, Shui Miao wanted to know—was he still dreaming?

After a moment’s thought, he nodded heavily, “Alright, seniors, I won’t pressure you. I promise I won’t act recklessly. But please tell me honestly—what state am I in now? Am I dreaming, or trapped in some special formation?”

“…”

The four ghosts fell silent again.

They exchanged glances. After a long pause, the middle-aged ghost finally sighed, “Fine, I’ll risk it and tell you…”

“Daring evil ghost! Daring to reveal heavenly secrets! Unpardonable crime!”

Suddenly, a thunderous shout shattered the silence.

A muscular monk, bare-chested, wearing golden robes and holding a golden bowl, suddenly descended from the sky. The bowl radiated golden light as the monk chanted powerfully, “Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Prajna Buddhas, World-Honored Earth Store, Great Luo Spell, Infinite Golden Bowl—Seal them!”

“Ahh!”

“It’s Chi Buddha!”

The four ghosts turned pale with terror at the sight of the descending monk.

“Help…!”

“Don’t seal us!”

In an instant, the golden bowl had sucked in three ghosts.

As the monk turned the bowl toward the leading middle-aged ghost, Shui Miao suddenly darted forward, blocking the bowl and throwing a fierce punch at the monk’s chest. But the punch felt like hitting a stone wall—the monk didn’t flinch, while Shui Miao’s fist ached terribly.

“Mere mortal! I’m helping you exorcise evil spirits, yet you strike me?”

The monk was brutal—he grabbed Shui Miao by the collar, nearly choking him.

Shui Miao fiercely gripped the monk’s neck, snarling, “What kind of fake monk are you? Attacking innocents without question, laying hands on me! You’re no monk—you’re a demon!”

“Dare you call me a demon!”

The monk suddenly headbutted Shui Miao, slamming his forehead so hard that stars exploded in Shui Miao’s vision, leaving him dazed and spinning.

“You’re not a demon? Then what are you?”

Shui Miao suddenly aimed a vicious kick at the monk’s lower body, only to feel like he’d kicked stone—the pain nearly broke his leg.

At that moment, the middle-aged ghost knelt before the monk, pleading desperately, “Chi Buddha, spare us! We’ve always been loyal to the Lady! We haven’t said anything wrong! He is the one she specially cultivates—harm him, and she won’t spare you either!”

“Foolish wretch! Do you think your heavenly secrets weren’t enough? Watch me seal you!”

The monk glared furiously, shoved Shui Miao aside, and raised the golden bowl to capture the ghost.

Shui Miao quickly stood, shielding the ghost again, “Mad monk! They didn’t do anything—they were provoked by me! If you’ve got guts, fight only me! What kind of hero bullies weak ghosts?”

“Hmph!”

The monk snorted coldly, “Ignorant mortal! To me, right is right, wrong is wrong. They committed sins—they must die. Were it not for… Hmph! I’d have destroyed you already!”

“Fine, Chi Buddha! You want to wipe them out? Fine, fine! Then don’t blame me for revealing the truth—it’s all because of you, you mad monk!” The middle-aged ghost, cornered, shouted, “Shui Miao! Actually, the Lady possesses your placenta and baby hair. She can summon your soul anytime. The world you’re in is real, but many people you see are illusions created by the Phantom Demon Mirror. You can see them, but ordinary people cannot. Your physical body remains in the Rakshasa Realm. To return, you must kill this Chi Buddha and reclaim your placenta and baby hair!”

“Hahahaha!”

Upon hearing this, Chi Buddha burst into wild laughter, “You think you can kill me? I was born with the Buddha’s Body, protected by Vajra upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra, upon Vajra.”