The five words "Blazing Sun and Shadow" seemed like an activation incantation. The golden Buddha opened its half-lidded eyes, revealing a pair of eyes condensed from the filthiest and most chaotic things in the world.
They were the embodiment of all "evil," like thousand-year-old ghosts from hell gazing upon the human world.
Instinctively, everyone in the hall raised their eyes and met the golden Buddha's gaze.
Boom!
Everyone's thoughts exploded. Their memories scrambled, their minds descended into chaos, and their emotions went haywire. Blood streamed from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses.
The members seated on the prayer cushions toppled over in every direction, clutching their heads and screaming in agony.
"Amitabha."
At the critical moment, Master Wuhen steadied his emotions. His Buddhist chant echoed through the hall, and the golden Buddha's eyes slowly closed, returning to their half-lidded state.
The chant contained the power to soothe chaos and trauma, immediately easing everyone's splitting headaches.
Their agonized screams turned into ragged gasps.
Master Wuhen lightly waved his hand, and the members vanished inch by inch like a painting erased by an eraser, leaving only Zhang Yuanqing behind.
In the large suite on the hotel's second floor, everyone's figures appeared at the same time, returning to their original seats.
Everyone slumped on the benches, panting heavily, pale-faced like travelers who had just escaped a tiger's jaws.
"What happened?" Head Instructor Lin Chong staggered to his feet, looking as though the world had ended. "The Buddha statue opened its eyes? The Buddha statue opened its eyes! Did the master lose control?!"
The others looked equally terrified and uneasy. Their gazes turned toward the gloomy "Auntie Pot"—no, Aunt Fang. She was a level-six Dream Master, the same class as Master Wuhen. If the master had lost control, she would have sensed it.
Aunt