Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 46 The Soul-Nourishing Shrine Displays its Power

The sounds were layered upon each other, filled with despair and madness, sending chills down one's spine.

Fatty Li was terrified, clutching his mouth tightly to stifle a scream, his whole body trembling like a leaf. Lin Xiaoman was also deathly pale. As a ghost raiser, she could sense the resentment emanating from these spirits far more clearly than any other ghost she had ever encountered.

Wei Qingyi gripped the peach wood sword in her hand tightly. The sword trembled slightly and emitted a low hum, instinctively repelling the evil aura around her.

"Are these... the souls of the original crew members?"

Wei Qingyi and the others didn't know about the "ghost flight," but Chen Anran did, so he was very puzzled at the moment.

Was it that Master Shi Haisheng couldn't solve it? Or...?

Before Chen Anran could think further, it seemed that the presence of living people had aroused these vengeful spirits. The flight attendant's ghost closest to them suddenly turned its head, its originally beautiful face instantly twisted, its eyes turned into black vacancies, and it let out a shrill shriek, rushing towards the four of them with thick black energy!

"Watch out!" Wei Qingyi shouted softly, and stepped forward without hesitation. Driven by spiritual energy, the peach wood sword in her hand shone brightly with golden light, and she accurately pointed at the vengeful spirit that was rushing towards her.

The golden light collided with the resentment, producing a hissing sound. The vengeful spirit screamed and vanished into thin air. But more vengeful spirits were startled and turned their heads at the same time. Their empty or bloodshot eyes stared at them, and the dense resentment surged in like a tide!

"Senior sister, cover me!" Chen Anran knew he couldn't hold back at this moment. He quickly placed the Soul Nourishing Shrine in front of him, activated his spiritual power, and then saw a female soul appear on the shrine.

A white figure emerged, her face obscured, but she emanated not a sinister, ghostly aura, but a profound, timeless presence, like an ancient well under the moon, its depths unfathomable. The moment she appeared, the suffocating tide of resentment in the cabin momentarily halted!

Without a deafening roar, the white figure simply raised its blurry arm slightly, its five fingers slightly spread, facing the surging tide of vengeful spirits.

An invisible force field spread out from her. The vengeful spirits of the crew members at the forefront seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, letting out even more mournful howls. Their forms twisted violently, and then, under the astonished gazes of everyone, they vanished inch by inch, like stains being purified, turning into wisps of green smoke, and were finally absorbed into the Soul-Nourishing Shrine.

The remaining vengeful spirits seemed to have encountered their natural enemy. Their forward momentum suddenly stopped, they let out fearful whimpers, instinctively retreated, huddled together, and dared not move forward again.

Li Pangzi, who had already slumped down in the aisle, clutching his head and trembling, muttering "Amitabha, may Buddha protect us," was completely dumbfounded.

"My God..." Fatty Li peeked through his fingers and saw the white figure that made all ghosts flee. Then he looked at Wei Qingyi, who was holding a peach wood sword and looked heroic. Then he looked at Chen Anran, who was holding a jar but seemed to be holding some kind of great weapon. Finally, his gaze fell on Lin Xiaoman, who was also nervous but holding a talisman. He was a little confused.

"Are there really gods? And right here beside me?"

Chen Anran had no time to pay attention to Fatty Li's shock. He stared intently at the vengeful spirits that had retreated but not yet dissipated, his brows furrowed.

The guardian spirits of the spirit shrine could temporarily subdue them, but judging from the current situation, it didn't fundamentally solve the problem. These vengeful spirits seemed to be completely bound to the plane and this eerie realm.

"They're not ordinary ghosts," Lin Xiaoman said softly, with a professional analysis. "Their resentment is too heavy and too immense, and... it seems they're bound here by something, forming a complete 'cycle of resentment.' Without breaking this cycle, simply dispelling or purifying one or two probably won't be enough."

Wei Qingyi also sensed this: "If the source isn't eliminated, the resentment will keep regenerating. We must find the core issue."

Chen Anran nodded, his gaze drifting further ahead in the business class cabin towards the cockpit. "Let's go check the cockpit. If there's anything crucial, it's most likely there."

He gestured for the guardian spirit to advance slowly ahead, with the four of them following closely behind. Wherever they passed, the vengeful spirits scattered, letting out unwilling and fearful howls, but none dared to go forward again.

Passing through business class, I arrived at the cockpit door. The door was tightly closed, but a thick, black aura of resentment was seeping out from the cracks.

Chen Anran tried pushing the door, but it wouldn't budge. "Locked. Or... sealed off from the inside by resentment."

"Let me do it!" Li the Fatty, emboldened by some unknown source—perhaps feeling safer by the side of the three "masters," or perhaps wanting to show off—volunteered, "I used to work in mechanics, I know a thing or two!"

He leaned closer, using Chen Anran's flashlight to carefully examine the door lock's structure. He then touched the thick, black resentment emanating from the door seam, shuddered, but gritted his teeth and said, "The lock itself is fine, the problem is this... this black stuff is like glue sealing the door! We have to get this thing out!"

Chen Anran looked at the guardian spirit. The white figure understood and extended a blurry palm, gently pressing it against the hatch. Soft and pure white light spread from her palm, making a "sizzling" sound upon contact with the black resentment. The black energy quickly melted and dissipated as if it had encountered its nemesis.

Soon, the seal at the door crack was removed.

"It's ready!" Fatty Li quickly tried to turn the doorknob, and with a "click," the hatch opened!

The moment the hatch opened, a surge of resentment, ten times stronger and chillingly cold than before, burst forth like a flood bursting its banks! Accompanied by countless wails filled with extreme pain, hatred, and despair, it assaulted the minds of everyone present!

"Guard your mind!"

Wei Qingyi circulated her meager spiritual energy, holding her peach wood sword horizontally in front of her, its golden light shimmering, barely managing to withstand the mental impact. Lin Xiaoman also hurriedly activated her talisman to protect herself. Fatty Li, on the other hand, nearly fainted, but Chen Anran pulled him back.

Chen Anran used his flashlight to illuminate the way ahead and saw that the top of the cockpit was covered with black Buddhist amulets, each depicting a ferocious demon Buddha, a stark contrast to the solemn Buddhist teachings of the Vajra Temple.

Chen Anran walked forward, pushed aside the dense array of Buddhist amulets in front of him, and saw a Buddha statue about a foot tall placed prominently on the ceremonial plate!

The Buddha statue, though simple in style, now appeared incredibly eerie. Thick, sticky blood was constantly flowing from its seven orifices: eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth!

The Buddha's face was faintly visible in the bloodstains, its original compassionate countenance twisted and venomous, as if silently cursing everything.

"A Buddha statue bleeding from all seven orifices..."