"A real mummy! Does sticky rice work on this thing?" Ye Fan asked curiously.
"Sticky rice? Pure yang sticky rice grown with irrigation from gathered heavenly lightning qi?" Duan De's eyes lit up, and he hastily asked.
"No, just ordinary sticky rice." Ye Fan took out a handful of sticky rice he had bought along the way.
Ye Fan had come from an era when zombie movies were all the rage. Uncle Jiu could be called a household name, and bringing sticky rice when digging up graves was common knowledge.
Now that he was personally robbing tombs, he naturally had to make a few extra preparations.
Duan De said irritably, "That won't work."
How could something mundane suppress a yin spirit?
"Then do you have any ideas, Reverend?"
"Because I'm all out!" Ye Fan spread his little hands, his little head turning as though he were preparing to wait right there for death.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Whatsit Venerable, behold this Daoist's might!" Duan De muttered an incantation and immediately activated the Nine Divine Weapons. They blazed with thousands upon thousands of strands of dazzling dao light. Nine-Colored Divine Light interwove in radiant streams, finally becoming a beam of immortal light that cleaved downward. Celestial music of the Heavenly Dao rang out everywhere, and all manner of auspicious radiance gushed forth.
Duan De unleashed an incomparably powerful assault. The Nine Divine Weapons radiated the might of a King, and Nine-Colored Divine Light illuminated heaven and earth, turning this place into a divine sea!
Not to be outdone, the yin spirit immediately spewed netherworld radiance that devoured every source of light, turning light into darkness. Threads of the Great Dao's aura circulated, and faint sounds of passing into the next life rang out, sending people into reincarnation.
Boom!
Billowing yin qi shot skyward