A burly man strode resolutely toward the blue-horned demon that had crawled out of a deep well, muttering under his breath.
“Prajna Buddhas, World-Honored Ksitigarbha, paramita, paramita!”
The Ksitigarbha Demon-Subduing Dharmic Form came from behind him amid the sound of Buddhist chants. The spirit beast beneath its golden lotus opened its eyes and transformed back into a bloodthirsty demon, charging at the fiend.
“Pah! You little punk. I’ll beat you to death with one swing!”
A long, gleaming weapon appeared from the Buddha-light behind him. The Buddha raised his right hand and gripped the handle tightly. It was unmistakably a sharp, cold-glinting flat crowbar?!
He plunged it into the demon’s face. The blue-horned fiend, already beaten half to death by the group, finally stopped moving. As the spirit beast chanted, a true spirit drifted out of the blue-horned demon’s body and slowly flowed beneath the golden lotus. Feeling another true spirit of faith added to his collection, Wang Jing let out a satisfied breath.
As a kid from the countryside who had made his way into the cultivation world, he still held to the old generation’s belief: little by little adds up, little by little adds up.
Pretty good, pretty good, come on✊