"Bang bang bang!"
The monk's bullets seemed specially made. They struck the door, and instantly those dozens of pale ghost hands all shrank back in unison. At the same time, the numerous ghost faces on the door, with expressions of laughter and tears, all vanished, revealing a hint of panic as they suddenly disappeared from the door.
"Huff huff..."
After firing a few shots and seeing the ghost faces disperse, the monk stopped wasting bullets and began to pant heavily.
"Wow, master, you're so impressive. But why does this whole scene seem a bit odd?"
Mu Jinyu, although happy to see the ghost-faced demons retreating, also found it quite strange.
After all, it just didn't seem right that a monk dealing with demons wasn't chanting scriptures, holding a Zen staff, a Buddhist monk's knife, or twisting Buddha beads, but instead was using a gun. It didn't fit the image of a high monk!
"What's so strange about this?" After catching his breath, the monk spun his handgun and then slid it back into his pocket, laughing at the same time, "My lord, times have changed."
"That makes sense." Mu Jinyu thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, feeling it was reasonable.
After all, if you were to attack demons with a Buddhist monk's knife, Zen Staff, or other sacred weapons, who knows if the demons might follow the weapon and latch onto your arm?
But with firearms, when you let bullets pour out, it seems this concern no longer exists.
"However..."
Mu Jinyu thought this way and looked at the small holes made by the bullets in the door, hesitatingly said, "Master, you've damaged the door. Won't the ghost-faced demons take this chance to slip in through those holes?"
"Isn't it obvious?" The monk, hearing this, looked up at Mu Jinyu with disdain and declared righteously, "Of course they will!"
Mu Jinyu: "..."
The crowd: "..."
Mu Jinyu was at a loss for words. He saw a layer of golden light starting to glow on the door. Threads of purplish-red mist seemed to be seeping into the room, prompting him to ask anxiously, "So what should we do now? Wait for the ghost-faced demons to come in and fight them to the death?!"
He felt quite distressed!
Not so long ago, the monk had said that ghost-faced demons, while reassembling their ghost faces, couldn't be forcefully subdued. Their only chance of survival was to hide in this rear hall for safety.
But now that the door had been penetrated by his bullets, with strands of demon aura seeping in, and the ghost-faced demon seeming not yet done with its reassembly, wouldn't they all be doomed if it came in?
Mu Jinyu wasn't too scared; he believed he had ways to protect himself.
But he was worried about his remaining nine Star Lords of Xingxiu. If anything happened to them, he couldn't forgive himself.
"What is there to fear?"
The monk walked toward the Ji Hall at the back, picked up a coarse cloth bag, opened it, and said, "I have a way to deal with this. Besides, those ghost-faced demons were hit by my special bullets, which sped up their reassembling. Soon when they come in, that will be our last chance to subdue them."
Saying so, he paused for a moment, then continued, "If we can't succeed, then we will all perish here, unable to leave alive. And that ghost-faced demon will grow to a terribly fearsome extent, probably causing untold catastrophe!"
Hearing this, Mu Jinyu also shuddered. He realized that if the ghost faces continuously robbed them of their faces, they could easily leave this small village. Then heading to the Capital City, and even spreading chaos across all of Huaxia, that would be terrifying indeed.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
Mu Jinyu was contemplating that if the familiar demons also found it difficult to withstand, he would have to fight to the death to subdue the ghost-faced demon, to prevent another disaster from afflicting the world.
Then he heard the monk messing with something, making quite a loud noise.
He looked up and was momentarily taken aback, then his face showed a mix of amusement and admiration.
This monk is too badass.
He's actually piecing together a big gun, and although it's not fully assembled yet, Mu Jinyu still recognizes it—it's a Gatling gun!
And those bullets, all made of gold, upon closer inspection, you can see they're densely engraved with scriptures and the "Swastika" symbol.
"Master, aren't you a little too well-prepared?"
Mu Jinyu didn't know what else to say.
At the same time, he was somewhat puzzled. It had been just over a day since the outbreak of darkness and chaos and the world overrun by demons. Knowing the deterrent effect of gold on demons had only been half a day, how could the monk be so well-prepared?!
As the monk was assembling the gun, he said, "I wouldn't say I'm fully prepared. I just brought this gun along with the mentality of 'better safe than sorry'. I originally thought a mere Ghost-Faced Demon would be nothing much, but it turned out to be a lot more troublesome than I'd anticipated. I have no choice but to use this gun now!"
With that, he gave a wry smile and added, "Otherwise, I'm really afraid I might die here!"
Mu Jinyu didn't say anything more, not wanting to distract him.
As time passed, finally, the monk finished assembling the Gatling gun.
He hoisted it with one hand, then tried to aim the deep and deathly silent barrel of the gun toward the door.
Seeing this, Mu Jinyu, who had been standing at the door on guard against any momentary invasion by the Ghost-Faced Demon, hastily dodged to the side.
Now in the Realm of God, ordinary firearms bombarding him with bullets couldn't break through his Protective Gang Qi. At a distance, even a rocket launcher could be blocked, but at this close range, being bombarded with the Gatling and the specially made bullets, Mu Jinyu didn't know if he could withstand it.
But he didn't want to try.
If he failed, that would be the end of him.
"Hmm, I finally got the gun assembled at the last minute," the monk said, weighing the Gatling gun in his hands with a smile.
Mu Jinyu glanced at the door and asked, "Master, may I know how to address you?"
He realized that, even though they had known each other for a while, he still didn't know how to address the monk.
The monk replied, "My name is Buzha. My master thought I was too violent, so he gave me this Dharma name. But I don't really like it, and my philosophy differs from my master's. They say, 'When Vajra's angry eyes are shown, even the Buddha has his fire.' In the face of a world overrun by demons, one should uphold a merciful heart while practicing thunderous methods! So..."
He paused, then gave Mu Jinyu a grin, showing a row of neat teeth, and continued, "I call myself, 'Buke'."
Mu Jinyu was startled, mumbling, "Buke... Buzha?!"
"Amitabha, this humble monk offers his greetings," Buke Buzha said with his hands together in prayer, exuding compassion as he chanted a Buddhist invocation toward Mu Jinyu.
"Buke Buzha?!"
The remaining nine Star Lords of Xingxiu, upon hearing Buke Buzha's words, looked quite perplexed.
There was such a cleric?
"Crackle and pop!!"
Just then, the door, which had been shimmering with a faint golden light, suddenly burst into intense brightness, then disappeared in an instant, blowing the door apart with a bang.
Splinters flew through the air as an enormous, grotesquely twisted face that seemed to be compiled from hundreds of human features appeared at the doorway.
The Ghost-Faced Demon had finally broken through the defenses!