"Haha, no one is leaving today! Once I silence all of you, I'll still be the reincarnation of Golden Cicada!" Jiangliu laughed wildly, his voice filled with sinister malice, and raised a hand in a sweep.
A thick black-red baleful beam shot from his hand and slashed across the road leading down the mountain before the temple.
With a thunderous boom, the earth shook and the mountains trembled. A massive black ravine, dozens of zhang long and seven or eight zhang wide, was cut into the ground, blocking the path down the mountain.
The worshippers who had been trying to flee down the mountain saw this and despair filled their faces. One after another, they fell to their knees.
"Jiangliu, what are you doing?!" The monks of Golden Mountain Temple were greatly alarmed. Figures flew forward to block his path, led by Chan Master Hai Shi and Elder Zheshi.
Elder Tang Shi and the droop-browed old monk, who had usually followed Jiangliu's orders, also flew over. Seeing Jiangliu's current appearance, their expressions changed drastically. They could hardly believe what they saw.
"You useless bald donkeys prattle on and chant scriptures every day, yet you don't understand a damned thing! You've given me a splitting headache. I've endured you for long enough. All of you, die!" Jiangliu snarled, flicking his monk's robe.
A fist-sized mass of purple-gold light shot out. After circling once, it revealed its true form: the Purple-Gold Alms Bowl.
As purple-gold light flickered, the alms bowl swelled in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it grew as large as a house and crashed down at the crowd with a violent, heavy howl, like Mount Tai bearing down overhead.
Before the alms bowl could fall, countless purple-gold motes suddenly appeared from nowhere in the air around the