"Where is there room for differentiating between you and me, Brother, when we are stuck in this Ghost Nation? If we are to chant scriptures, then we brothers shall do it together. If we must face adversity, we endure it together!"
"Amitabha, well said, well said!"
Soothed, the monks started to chant. The delicate sounds of the Buddha's scripture echoed in the monastery, causing the hundred-odd trapped ghost creatures to shriek in agony amidst the Zen Sound and Buddha's light.
Similar to being scorched by a fire, these immobilized ghost bodies made sizzling noises. Dense black smoke swirled around them, but the smoke was not smoke. It was a physical manifestation of sinister energies being forcefully expelled from them.
However, as the Buddha's light cleansed the sinister energies, the agonized roars of these ghost creatures diminished, becoming feeble. Some of the originally solid ghost bodies even began to fade, as if they were about to dissolve in the Buddha's light.
