369: My Buddha's light is specially used to defeat evil spirits

Everyone's gaze turned toward the Bull Demon King, and Tang Ku frowned slightly, waiting quietly for the group to approach.

"Erlang Shen, please show mercy!"

The Bull Demon King and Rakshasi arrived in a panic. Given their usual temperaments, they would never have been so polite, even to Erlang Shen. Yet today, they rushed over in a flurry, dropped to their knees, and said sincerely to Erlang Shen, "We, husband and wife, thank you here and now!"

Erlang Shen looked astonished, and everyone else wore expressions of shock; only Tang Ku watched the two of them, deep in thought.

"Why are you two acting like this?"

Yang Jian hurriedly went to help them up. Although the Bull Demon King was of the Yao Race, his strength had been on par with Yang Jian's in the past, so Yang Jian had always regarded him as an equal. Seeing them so respectful today left him feeling somewhat bewildered.

The old bull stood up with Yang Jian's help, but Rakshasi remained kneeling, tears streaming down her face as she said, "Erlang Shen, you don't know... this... this is my son's Physical Body!"

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Question marks appeared clearly on everyone's faces, but Tang Ku realized the truth: "So that's it. Is it Red Boy? Where did you find him? Also, whose soul is currently inhabiting his body?"

Beside them, Pigsy smacked his lips and said, "You know again? Tell me, did you already know who this Ghost King was?"

"I didn't know; I just had a hunch!"

Tang Ku smiled bitterly and said, "Think about it. Given the Ghost King's temperament, isn't it strange that he captured the Bull Demon King and his wife but didn't kill them, instead keeping them locked up and well-fed?"

"This... sigh... it is truly a long story!"

The Bull Demon King, feeling both helpless and embarrassed, let out a long sigh and said, "The Holy Monk is right... This body is my son Red Boy's Physical Body, and that Ghost King took shape by borrowing his body... But... there are many strange things about this that cannot be explained in a few words!"

The Ghost King was currently almost limp on the ground, his magical power nearly exhausted, so he couldn't run even if he wanted to and had to stay put.

"Actually, it's quite simple, isn't it? Did Red Boy reach some kind of agreement with this Ghost King? Something like, if he agreed to let him occupy his body, he wouldn't harm you?"

Tang Ku smiled and said, "If I'm not mistaken, besides this Ghost King, Red Boy should also be inside this body!"

The Bull Demon King was stunned, and Princess Iron Fan suddenly jumped up and said earnestly, "The Holy Monk is right. My son's soul is also within this body... You... your Buddha Dharma is vast... is there any way to save him?"

"Sigh, wife, although the Holy Monk has great Divine Ability, he may not necessarily be able to resolve matters of the soul. You... sigh, let's just leave it to fate!"

The Bull Demon King shook his head helplessly.

Tang Ku curled his lip and laughed, "Old Bull, don't try to play the 'bitter flesh' trick or use reverse psychology on me. It won't work!"

The Bull Demon King smiled awkwardly: "Holy Monk, although there might be a bit of that element, this is also my honest feeling. We... we don't want to force it!"

"Bullshit!"

Rakshasi jumped up, grabbed his ear, and said through tears, "You're so smart, aren't you? The Holy Monk hasn't even said anything yet, why are you acting all high and mighty? If you're begging for help, you need the right attitude. What are you playing games for? Hurry up and kowtow to the Holy Monk to apologize!"

The Bull Demon King grimaced in pain: "Let go, let go, let's talk this out, let's talk properly..."

"Alright, alright, stop this farce... Whether I can save him or not, I don't know yet... Hmm, here's what we'll do: everyone help me keep watch, I have a few questions to ask him..."

Tang Ku said to the group.

They looked at each other, then nodded, circling around Tang Ku and facing outward to keep watch. Tang Ku crouched in front of the Bei Mang Mountain Ghost King and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Now, I, the Poor Monk, have a few questions. Listen, if your answers don't satisfy me, you're going to suffer..."

"Hmph, monk, if you want to kill, then kill. Why talk so much!" The Bei Mang Mountain Ghost King sneered. "You know now that this body doesn't belong to me, and if you want to use torture, you'll only be harming the original owner of this body!"

"Is that so? You, a lowly undead, dare to talk to the Buddha like that? Do you think I'm made of dough?"

The monk sneered, and the Buddha Light on his body suddenly flared up, the golden radiance instantly enveloping the Bei Mang Mountain Ghost King.

Upon touching even half of his body, the guy shuddered violently, followed by heart-wrenching screams and howls. Black smoke poured out from his body, and he looked to be in extreme pain.

Hearing these screams, the Bull Demon King and Princess Iron Fan couldn't bear it. Princess Iron Fan was about to turn back, but the Bull Demon King stopped her, shaking his head solemnly: "We must trust the Holy Monk..."

Swish!

Before Princess Iron Fan could answer, the screaming stopped abruptly. The Bei Mang Mountain Ghost King was now drenched in sweat, finding it difficult to even move a finger.

"You... you are... you are... the True Buddha?"

The Bei Mang Mountain Ghost King said, still shaken, gasping for air.

"Heh, it doesn't feel good to be illuminated by the Buddha Light, does it?"

Tang Ku narrowed his eyes and said, "The golden light of the Buddha has a natural suppressing effect on evil things like you. Actually, I could just keep shining this Buddha Light on you until you perish completely..."

"Then... then I will... I will drag him... down with me... to the grave!"

The Bei Mang Mountain Ghost King gasped.

"Is that so..." Tang Ku curled his lip. "Then I'll just have to shine the Buddha Light on you once every tea-break... Hmm, I imagine you'll quite enjoy the process, right?"

The Bei Mang Mountain Ghost King couldn't help but tremble. He never wanted to experience that pain again—the terrifying feeling as if his soul were burning. So, without any hesitation, he said, "Don't... don't do that... I... I'll talk, just ask!"

"Hmm, very good! This is a very good start!"

Tang Ku nodded and smiled, "The first question is simple... Is Red Boy's soul also in this body?"

The Bei Mang Mountain Ghost King nodded and said, "That's right, it's still here, and he's not dead yet!"

"Hmm, the second question!"

Tang Ku held up a finger and narrowed his eyes, "Are you... a remnant of the previous dynasty?"

The Bei Mang Mountain Ghost King was startled by what seemed like a completely irrelevant question. He took two breaths before saying, "No... not exactly!"

"Not exactly... Hmm, I understand. Perhaps I should rephrase the question!"

Tang Ku thought for a moment, then asked, "Still on this second question, are you the emperor of the previous dynasty?"

The Bei Mang Mountain Ghost King's pupils instantly contracted. After a long while, he finally recovered his senses and shrieked, "You... how do you know? You... who exactly are you?"