At this time, silence reigned within and without the charity graveyard, broken only by a few pained groans and the harsh cawing of birds.
Zhang Lingfeng entered the charity graveyard, supported Zhang Guinian, and placed a medicinal pill into his mouth.
Yet Mother Luo was not dead yet. She slumped on the ground, every bone and muscle in her body shattered, blood pouring from her seven orifices, yet a hoarse laugh still crept from her throat.
This was the sign of one attaining final nirvana at death. Mother Luo gave a strange laugh as she began reciting a gatha: "Ascend unto enlighten—"
Before she could finish even a single line, the Daoist atop the roof leaped down and kicked Mother Luo in the face.
"Will you shut up? You have to chant a couple of gathas even when taking a shit? Chant, chant, chant—what final-nirvana gatha are you chanting? You think you deserve it?"
The Daoist clearly looked breezy and unrestrained, yet the moment he opened his mouth, he looked every inch like a Daoist master not to be trifled with. "You have the appearance of an eminent monk, but none of the substance. Clinging to appearances in pursuit of truth, though inches apart, you are miles away. You are truly painting a tiger and ending up with a dog!"
Mother Luo made choking sounds in her throat, but could not utter a single word. The Buddha's light around her faded. Bathed in blood, her eyes had already gone hollow, though her face still bore a fierce, venomous hatred.
After several choking gasps, the blood over her body slowly began to burn.
"You have the Thought-Planting Technique; I have the power to move heaven!" The Daoist reached out and pressed a hand to Mother Luo's brow, then withdrew it. The