Ding Feixiong surrendered without resistance, just as he had said he would.
His hands, which had been joined in a Buddhist salutation, were pulled behind his back and secured with an Iron Shackle Lock specially designed to restrain martial artists. His feet were shackled as well, and he was put into a prison wagon with iron bars.
Only then did the officers and soldiers finally breathe a sigh of relief.
A soldier carried the Iron Buddha Beads over to the commanding officer with a firm grip. When the officer took them, he immediately felt their considerable weight drag at his arm.
Even a rough assessment told him that the beads weighed several dozen pounds. They clearly were not made of ordinary black iron.
The officer glanced at the wandering monk, who seemed to be quietly reciting a Buddhist Sutra, then gave orders to the men beside him.
"Detain all monks and worshippers in the Xiangshan Zen Monastery. Unless someone resists, exercise restraint!"
"Yes, sir!"
Some of the soldiers outside entered the monastery. The constables of Three Signs County also appeared to assist, mainly reassuring the monks and civilians inside and urging them not to resist.
As the soldiers rushed into the monastery, the monk Zhaoli looked toward Yi Shuyuan. Seeing that Mr. Yi showed no reaction, he let his form dissipate and did not appear again.
Everyone inside was terrified, and few dared resist. From the abbot down to the youngest novice, along with the many worshippers staying overnight, all were detained by the soldiers.
With the constables of Three Signs County mediating, no further trouble arose. The soldiers did not make things difficult for those who were plainly ordinary civilians.
The local worshippers whose identities could be quickly confirmed, and whose luggage and belongings showed nothing suspicious, were released