The Stone Man Leg

"King Dizang, come out!" He Heng stood before the Ancient Temple, clasped his hands behind his back, and shouted. A vast pressure surged forward, shaking heaven and earth. Winds howled in every direction, countless ghosts trembled, and boundless baleful energy sent shivers through all who felt it.

"Amitabha!" Just as He Heng's pressure struck the Ancient Temple and the monks inside trembled in terror, a booming Buddhist invocation rang out in every direction. Countless golden rays of auspicious light illuminated the darkness as endless swastika seals flew forth, dispelling He Heng's pressure and baleful energy.

A moment later, an old monk in a black kasaya, his face filled with compassion, slowly emerged from the Ancient Temple. Looking at He Heng, he pressed his palms together and said, "Fellow Daoist Black Mountain, may I ask what you want with this poor monk?"

"Are you King Dizang?" He Heng asked.

"This monk is." He nodded, silently reciting scripture as a peaceful aura spread outward from him.

"Then you know who I am?"

"Fellow Daoist Black Mountain has just slain King Hui Xie and become the number one person in the Underworld. However ignorant this poor monk may be, I have heard of you."

"Good." He Heng nodded. "I came here today for one thing: hand King Qin Guang over to me."

King Dizang asked, "Why?"

"No reason. I want him, so give him to me!"

King Dizang sighed. "It isn't that this poor monk is unwilling to do you a favor, fellow Daoist. King Qin Guang's spirit has been gravely wounded, and I have spent these years using my power to keep him alive. If you take him away, he will surely die. Besides, your intentions in seeking him are certainly not pure. Forgive me, but I cannot comply."

He Heng's expression