Ringing the bell.
Cracking the whip.
Beating the drum.
Uncanny sounds enveloped all of Jin Family Town.
Three kinds of Dharma Sound descended on Jin Family Town at once. A strange phantom appeared within the town. He had a human head but four arms, and wore rotten, tattered clothes. His face changed constantly, as though countless masks had been fitted over it.
He walked stiffly along a street corner strewn with severed bodies.
His face.
When it turned benevolent, he waved the wheat sprout.
When it turned tearful, he swung the Whip.
When it turned angry, he began ringing the bell.
When it turned sorrowful, he began beating the drum.
One arm was a Bronze Bell. He shook it, swung the Whip with a sonic crack, and beat the ritual drum, while another hand sprinkled Medicinal Decoction with the Wheat Sprout.
Every move he made had a different effect.
The Yin Objects and living people sliced apart by "No-Gap" began sprouting buds of flesh under Lin Feng's Medicinal Decoction, only to be cut by the Whip, blasted by the bell, and trampled by the drumbeats.
It was utter chaos.
Dead or alive, buds of flesh grew from their severed edges.
They intertwined, stitching themselves together.
Whether Yin Objects, shattered ghosts, or living people, they all acquired the concept of a "physical body."
Once stitched together, they stood up.
Like marionettes.
Yet the nauseating stench of corpses on them told everyone plainly that this resurrection was worlds apart from the resurrection ordinary people imagined.
With the appearance of this "person," the scent of incense ash swirled out from the street corner.
An ancient Curse emerged from the Underworld once more, upsetting the balance—someone had pried loose the power of the Lord of Mount Tai's Divine Husk and even dug out the