Nothing happened that night.
Early the next morning, Chijingzi left Xiqi City and went straight to the gates of the Shang army camp, where he shouted in a ringing voice, "Soldiers at the gate—report at once to Prince Yin Hong and tell him to come out and see me!"
Though Yin Hong held powerful treasures in his hands, Deng Chanyu's Five-Light Stone had struck him squarely in the face the day before, leaving his eyes blackened and his nose swollen. He was lying in his tent, regulating his breath and nursing his wounds, grinding his teeth and swearing to wash away the humiliation of that single stone. Suddenly, a sentry came racing in to report, "A daoist stands outside the camp, demanding that Your Highness come out and speak with him!"
Not knowing that his esteemed teacher had come in person, Yin Hong immediately donned his armor and mounted his horse, summoning Liu Fu and Gou Zhang to accompany him. At the blast of a signal cannon that shook the heavens, the three rode out through the camp gates together. When Yin Hong looked up and saw Chijingzi standing before the formation, he felt as though thorns were pricking his back. Hastily bowing and clasping his hands, he said urgently, "This disciple, Yin Hong, has not yet removed his armor and cannot fully observe the rites. I beg Teacher to forgive my offense."
Chijingzi's face darkened like iron as he forcibly suppressed the flames of rage in his chest. "How did you swear to me in Purple Cloud Cave? And now you have turned your spear against Xiqi—what exactly do you intend? Since you once burned incense and made that oath, remember it well—if you remain stubbornly deluded, your limbs will turn to flying ash in an instant! Dismount at