"Mr. Qin..."
He stared at the huge tiger head that had rolled in front of him.
The old monk Chongming was slightly startled.
Then, a smile of relief and consolation appeared on his face.
"Amitabha!"
He chanted the Buddha's name loudly, his body gradually becoming transparent.
The tiger demon was dead, and naturally, he was freed from the ghostly shackles, about to disappear between heaven and earth.
Qin Zheng, holding the Ghost Head Greatsword, watched this scene, feeling slightly moved.
Just then, the Merit Scroll within his Heart Sea trembled slightly.
Suddenly, it could be seen that above the old monk's head, golden light fell like rain, eventually enveloping the monk completely.
The originally dim and transparent soul began to emit golden light.
Noticing this change, the old monk was startled again, then he looked at Qin Zheng, gratitude filling his eyes.
He pressed his palms together and bowed to Qin Zheng. Afterward...he slowly disappeared between heaven and earth.