Chapter 87: Mount Wuliang No More_3

"Quick, quick, take off your kasaya."

Many of the young monks who had just joined Mount Wuliang hastily removed their kasayas and scurried down the mountain.

Some of the older monks, with their deep faith in the Buddha, sat in the square, hands pressed together, chanting the Buddhist Scriptures, seemingly confronting this demonic calamity.

Under the guidance of some of these older monks, more and more disciples sat in the square, their chants of the scriptures humming like a hymn, as if to resist this demonic force with the truth of Buddha's path.

The circulating Sword Qi grew in scale, spreading from the peak of Spirit Mountain, spreading over the tops of a dozen peaks.

There was a chilling, deadly cold between heaven and earth.

The multitude of monks heading to Spirit Mountain, under the shock and fear, some stood in the distance, hands pressed together, displaying an expression of resigned determination.

Others, in panic, tore off their kasayas and turned to run.