Chapter 20: American GIs

“Amitabha.” Diru clasped his hands together and sighed softly.
“Since you insist, benefactor, I, a humble monk, must intervene. Please be cautious.”

A brilliant Buddha light radiated from Diru’s entire body, shining in all directions.

With a thunderous roar, the last remaining apartment building shattered completely, revealing a golden Buddha figure within.

The figure gleamed with resplendent gold light, radiating countless Buddhist rays across the world. Its hair flowed down over its shoulders. Its brows were furrowed in anger, eyes glaring fiercely, teeth clenched tightly with sharp fangs exposed, manifesting the fierce wrathful expression of a great wrathful deity. It had one face and two arms, each holding a golden wheel, seated cross-legged upon a stone pedestal.

It was unmistakably the majestic form of the Immovable Wisdom King!

The statue rose steadily, soon matching the height of the tall, slender ghostly figure.

Light and shadow, Buddha and spirit, as if a mythic Vajra had descended to vanquish demons.

On the rooftop, a sniper instinctively lowered his rifle, cupping the Buddha amulet hanging from his neck with both hands, carefully chanting, “Please forgive me, Buddha, forgive me.”

Though his rifle was aimed at the master to assess the situation, who could say how the Buddha would perceive this?

Indeed, he was an elite marksman of the Metropolitan Police Department and a devout Buddhist—at least at this moment.

While devotion was offered here, the bugle had already sounded elsewhere.

The tall, slender ghostly figure swung both arms, unleashing countless black threads from either side. The overwhelming force tore through the air, severing all obstacles in its path.

The wrathful Buddha form swung its golden wheels, Buddhist light flashing forth. When these rays met the black threads, they melted away as if a hot knife slicing through butter.

Seeing this strike fail, the elongated ghostly figure crossed its two arms, transforming them into sharp blades, thrusting directly toward Diru, who sat meditating at the center of the Buddha statue.

Diru merely remained cross-legged, reciting sutras.

The immense golden figure smashed its right palm forward with overwhelming force, crashing into the blades.

“Peng!”

The powerful blow sent the slender ghost flying, crashing into nearby residential buildings with a deafening roar.

But in the next moment, the ghost tore through dust and sand, revealing a large gaping hole in its chest, where countless ghostly shadows clung, roaring as they charged forward.

This incomprehensible scene stunned everyone from the Metropolitan Police Department, leaving their minds in a muddled daze.

Is this still within our own country?

They had been warned that this mission would involve phenomena beyond ordinary understanding, but not to this extent.

Toshirou Otogiri instinctively spoke into his phone, “Chief, please dispatch reinforcements immediately to sealI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.