Zen Master Jinhong's voice entered their ears. Then he swept his broad sleeve, and a golden alms bowl flew out from within, its spiritual light dazzling to the eye. One glance was enough to tell it was no ordinary object.
"Go."
The Zen master held the ritual bowl in his hand and tossed it forward.
After the treasure left his hand, golden light flashed, and it immediately swelled at great speed. Then a cloud of black mist shot out from inside.
Yin energy surged forth, mingled with shrill howls, as though ten thousand ghosts were weeping at once, shaking the mind and stirring the soul.
"This..."
Lin Xuan was somewhat surprised. Zen Master Jinhong was a mighty figure of the Buddhist Sect, and Lin Xuan had seen his divine abilities before. Since when had he switched to cultivating Ghost Path techniques?
Before the thought had even finished turning through his mind, a deep, resonant voice entered his ears:
"Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, mou."
Lin Xuan did not know the precise meaning, but he had studied Buddhist Sect divine abilities before, after all, and had some idea. Was this not the famed Six-Word Demon-Subduing Curse?
Could it be...
As the Zen master's final "mou" fell, the radiance of the golden bowl grew even more dazzling. Then the yin mist drew in, but fierce winds began howling all around. An extraordinarily long arm reached out from within that dark fog.
No, how was this any human hand? It was jet-black in color, its surface covered in gleaming scales, its five fingers sharp and pointed. It was more than a hundred zhang long, and was simply a terrifying Ghost Claw.
Carrying supreme malevolent ferocity, it clawed viciously toward the sky above.
A ripping sound entered their ears. The might of this Ghost