Chapter 7

This Chiyang Fire Dragon Talisman requires extremely profound magical power to draw. William Carter himself does not possess such power; this Chiyang Fire Dragon Talisman was left to him by his master for protection. If it weren’t absolutely necessary this time, William Carter would have been reluctant to use it. At this critical moment, the Chiyang Fire Dragon Talisman was forcibly activated, and indeed possessed the power to make a thousand ghosts flee in terror.

Although this fire dragon was merely formed from the true qi of Southern Brightness Li Fire, and was vastly different from a real divine dragon, it was still extremely powerful against these ghostly spirits and ghost soldiers.

A crimson fire dragon roared and soared, sweeping across the field. The ghost general that William Carter had been unable to deal with just moments ago, along with the surrounding ghost soldiers and wandering spirits, were scattered in all directions by the fire dragon’s charge. The ghost general at the front was reduced to wisps of black smoke, losing all form. Seizing the opportunity, William Carter strode away in great bounds, running off at lightning speed, not caring about the monk left behind.

William Carter ran for more than half a li, and, sensing that no ghosts were pursuing him, finally looked back. Unexpectedly, as he turned his head, all he saw was an incredibly powerful golden light shooting up into the sky.

The previously ragged and deranged monk was now shrouded in golden light. All the ghosts that approached him screamed miserably and exploded into streams of black smoke, vanishing without a trace. The wailing of ghosts and the howling of spirits made even William Carter’s heart tremble involuntarily.

William Carter thought to himself, “This monk’s magical power is so strong, he must have already reached the Arhat realm!”

Pressed down by this golden Buddhist power, the countless ghosts turned into wisps of black smoke and all retreated back underground. The monk looked at William Carter with a grin, making him feel quite embarrassed. Awkwardly, he walked back.

“Just now, this old monk used my own power to forcibly drive out the ghosts hidden underground, just to let the little Daoist see how formidable this evil magic is. If left unchecked, once these ghost soldiers gain strength, it will be much harder to stop them.”

Hearing that it was this wretched monk who had caused all the trouble just now, William Carter’s face turned extremely ugly. But thinking of the monk’s magical power, he realized he was no match, so William Carter said in a deep voice, “I already have a hard enough time dealing with these ghost soldiers. How could I possibly help you, Master? Besides, the world is in chaos now, demons run rampant everywhere. How can I possibly take care of so many things?”

William Carter had suffered a lot recently, and couldn’t help but feel a bit extreme in his heart. He had no interest at all in the ragged monk’s proposal.

Rejected by William Carter, the monk was not angry at all. Grinning, he said to William Carter, “Little Daoist, since you’re unwilling, I won’t force you. It’s just a pity that the people within several hundred li around here are bound to suffer.”

“The life and death of others—what does that have to do with me?”

That’s what William Carter thought, but he just couldn’t bring himself to take another step. Although the world was in chaos and the people were destitute, and William Carter was deeply dissatisfied with the state of things, when he thought of Old Mr. Bolton, who had hosted him last night, William Carter just couldn’t harden his heart.

“The world is so harsh—who can really look out only for themselves? Life and death are fated; I’ll just do this good deed with you, Master!”

With a long sigh, William Carter plopped down on the ground, sat cross-legged, and meditated, unwilling to say another word.

“In this world, living one more day is not necessarily a blessing.”

Although he knew his magical power was far from enough to suppress the ghosts just now, the little Daoist, who had long since lost hope for his own situation, abandoned all fear of life and death in an instant, casting his own life to the back of his mind.

“Little Daoist, what is your Dharma name?”

“William Carter!”

“Then which Daoist temple did you train and become a priest at?”

“Wuji Palace on Qingping Mountain!”

“Then…”

“Master, what about your background? How did you know someone was practicing evil magic here? And why did you come to this place to exorcise demons? Shouldn’t you have a talk with me, the little Daoist, as well?”

At first, when the monk asked, William Carter answered honestly. But soon, the young Daoist grew impatient and threw the questions back.

The monk burst out laughing and said to William Carter, “This old monk’s Dharma name is Brian Cooper. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”

When William Carter heard the name Brian Cooper, he couldn’t help but gasp. Not only had he heard this name, it was practically thunderous in his ears, a figure he looked up to with awe.

Brian Cooper in Tibetan means “termination.” In the world today, only one monk uses this Dharma name: the former Imperial Preceptor of the Mongol Yuan, the Great Sun Dharma King. Not only is this man’s divine power extraordinary, earning him the title of the number one in Esoteric Buddhism, but he was also born with auspicious signs, rumored to be the reincarnation of the Great Sun Tathagata. From birth, he was exceptionally intelligent, mastering all the great teachings of Esoteric Buddhism at a rapid pace. Even as a child, he stood out from his peers, his cultivation far surpassing others.

After the age of twenty, Brian Cooper was already the top figure in Tibetan Esoteric Buddhism, never having met an equal in his life. He is known as one of the four greatest masters in the world today, alongside the number one Daoist, titled “Immortal” and “Grandmaster,” the supreme leader of Daoism David Bolton, the Demon Sect’s Heavenly Emperor Henry Clark, and the “Demoness” Mary Foster.

Although William Carter had just seen this ragged monk, whose face was covered in mud and could not have guessed such a background, he quickly came to terms with it: “The world’s extraordinary people must have their peculiarities.”