Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department

Fu Qian’s brow slightly arched; she had heard of Mo Lin’s deeds.

Mo Lin had slain Two Buddhas, a ghost, and a spirit at Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain; who wasn’t aware of this?

Similarly, Mo Lin’s severe injuries at Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain were also well-known.

If it was during his peak, it would have been fine.

But now, Mo Lin is severely injured; can he defeat Hong Fan and the others?

"Mo Lin, take Fu Qian and leave, and I’ll let bygones be bygones for today," Hong Fan said slowly to Mo Lin.

As long as today passes, Hong Fan will seek out Yin Qi.

To unite with Yin Qi to take revenge on Mo Lin.

He was not one to suffer losses.

Fu Qian hesitated for a moment, then said to Mo Lin, "How about we leave?"

She was worried that Mo Lin couldn’t compete with Hong Fan, she said softly.

"There’s no need."

As the words fell, Mo Lin slowly raised his hand, and the Cyan Cloud Sword traced an arc in the air, landing in Mo Lin’s palm.

Mo Lin swung his sword at the crowd.

The crowd used Daoist skills to resist, but they couldn’t block Mo Lin’s slash at all.

The sword light fell, and dozens died at Mo Lin’s hands.

"Mo Lin, it’s one thing if you want to kill Hong Fan, but why trouble us?" Someone stood to question Mo Lin.

Before Mo Lin could speak, Fu Qian cut in.

"Shouldn’t you die as well?

You sided with the Evil Buddha, learned his dark Dharma, and caused mortal harm, deserving death a thousand times over."

Fu Qian pointed at everyone present and said slowly, "Which among you hasn’t taken a life?"

The hundred or so people were all speechless.

They had indeed learned the dark Dharma.

Now they were believers of Buddhism.

"I don’t believe you can kill so many of us." Someone sneered.

This group quickly changed their faces, from soft to hard.

Hundreds of people simultaneously waved, and golden Buddha’s Radiance erupted from them.

They were practicing the same form of Dharma.

Hundreds joining forces equaled the power of an Immortal Technique.

Terror struck as Buddha’s Radiance gathered in the air, forming a giant palm that descended toward Mo Lin.

Mo Lin had seen this move before.

Previously, when Mo Lin battled the Evil Buddha at Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain, the Evil Buddha had used this move.

Compared to the Evil Buddha, this group was weaker using this move.

"Jingming."

Mo Lin performed the Jingming Evil-slaying Swordsmanship.

At this moment, time itself seemed to slow.

The Cyan Cloud Sword in Mo Lin’s hand slashed forth, with a terrifying sword light sweeping away everything.

The Buddha’s radiance parted like tofu, instantly split in two, and was directly shattered.

What followed were bodies flying across the ground.

Before him, the crowd was either dead or injured.

Hong Fan’s brows furrowed tightly; he tore off the red string around his neck.

This red string held a Copper Coin.

This Copper Coin’s appearance was especially familiar to Mo Lin.

The Copper Coin of Seasonal Coins.

Each Copper Coin held extraordinary power.

After so many years, who would have thought to see someone use a Copper Coin.

Mo Lin dared not be careless.

This was still his first time witnessing the power of a Copper Coin.

"If you can break this Copper Coin, I’ll die willingly," Hong Fan snorted coldly.

This Copper Coin, he had tricked out of Wan Foli.

Playing his trump card at the outset.

Hong Fan gripped the Copper Coin tightly in his palm.

"Seize Sight,"

Hong Fan snorted coldly again, suddenly grasping toward Mo Lin’s direction with his right hand.

Without even touching Mo Lin.

With no warning, Mo Lin instantly felt pitch black in front of his eyes, unable to see anything.

Mo Lin lost his vision.

Blind Mo Lin was akin to a blind man.

"Seize Hearing."

Hong Fan once again grasped into the void.

Mo Lin felt his head suddenly shake violently, unable to hear anything.

Unable to see, unable to hear, regardless of how great his skills, he couldn’t deploy them.

Mo Lin conjured a Sword Domain, forming a Sword Qi barrier around himself for protection.

Hong Fan wasn’t in a hurry to strike; he was intent on wearing Mo Lin down.

A Mo Lin without vision and hearing was no different from a waste.

No matter how strong Mo Lin was, there would come a time when he was fully spent.

Mo Lin instantly fell into disadvantage.

Hong Fan raised his right hand and performed Buddhist Dharma.

"Suppress."

As Hong Fan performed Buddhist Dharma, Buddha’s Radiance surged from his back, as if chanting scriptures in the air.

A Buddha shadow appeared mid-air, emitting a golden light that pressed towards Mo Lin.

At this moment, Mo Lin could see nothing and had no idea from which direction Hong Fan attacked.

He could only defend passively.

If Mo Lin took this strike head-on, even if he didn’t die, he would be severely injured.

Fu Qian instinctively clenched her fists, anxiously watching the battle.

She couldn’t do anything but pray silently in her heart, hoping Mo Lin would win.

"Rumble..."

The terrifying Buddha’s Radiance struck Mo Lin, like a mountain weighing him down.

Mo Lin suddenly fell into passivity.

"Strike while he’s down; let’s kill him together," someone shouted in shock.

Thus, the crowd once again launched an attack.

This group struck, each move a killing strike, holding nothing back.

They were determined to take Mo Lin’s life.

Various powers bombarded Mo Lin’s body.

The Sword Techniques and Sword Domain Mo Lin deployed gradually couldn’t withstand and eventually shattered.

Fu Qian, seeing this, instantly collapsed on the ground, her face ashen.

At that moment, she was already prepared for suicide.

Everyone believed Mo Lin was doomed.

Hong Fan couldn’t help but laugh.

A man who had slain the Evil Buddha was about to die here; what a joke.

If he killed Mo Lin, he would surely become famous.

"Clang..."

A crisp metallic collision reverberated in the air.

Hong Fan’s pupils suddenly shrank; a golden Copper Coin landed on the ground in front of Mo Lin.

This crisp sound was like a death knell, causing Hong Fan’s hair to stand on end.

"Is this...a Money?"

Hong Fan wore a face of disbelief.

"Why do you have Money?"

"How is that possible?"

Hong Fan’s face turned deathly pale in fear.

Money was something that surpassed Copper Coins.

The two were not even on the same level.

How could anyone possess Money?

Did Mo Lin participate in the Seasonal Coins as well?

Why had no one heard of it?

Acquiring Money was such a significant event, how come no one had ever mentioned it?

"Money...why is there Money..."

Hong Fan seemed to go mad, shouting, "You have Money, why didn’t you use it at Ten Thousand Peaks Mountain?"

"Is using a Money to kill me worth it?"

At this moment, Hong Fan felt as if he were nobly sacrificing himself.

Seeing this Money, he completely gave up.

As the owner of a Copper Coin, Hong Fan knew better than anyone the horror of Copper Coins.

Let alone that Mo Lin possessed Money.

This Money was also known by another name: Destiny Coin.

Mo Lin was striving to fend off the surrounding attacks at that moment.

Mo Lin had lost his hearing and sight, unable to see or hear, having no idea what was happening.

It was strange; the attacking crowd suddenly seemed to stop for some unknown reason.

As if they had given up.

Mo Lin’s vision gradually began to return, a ray of light emerging in front of his eyes, and Mo Lin saw Fu Qian lying prone on the ground, head buried in her chest, trembling in fear.

As if she had witnessed the most terrifying thing in her life.

All around were scattered white human bones, not a living soul in sight.

Where were the people?

Mo Lin puzzledly looked around.

Except for Fu Qian, there were no living people here.

Was this some magic trick?