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As Zuo Ci gathered the soul of the Old Daoist with his banner, a thunderous chant echoed through the air. Zuo Ci's expression changed, and the black Hun Fan hovering in the sky began to sway unsteadily, its dark aura dimming significantly.
Which fool dares to scheme against me? Zuo Ci sneered coldly, his hand gestures shifting.
The Hun Fan transformed into a black hole, resembling a massive mouth that swallowed the Old Daoist's soul before flying into his palm.
"Spare those you can spare," he thought. "Daoist Zuo, what are you doing this for?"
From the shadows emerged an old monk clad in a half-draped black kasaya, holding a rosary made of human bones. His face radiated compassion, yet an eerie black mist lingered at his brow, within which countless Yuan Hun seemed to wail.
He opened his eyes, revealing a pair of grayish-white irises that coldly regarded Zuo Ci.
"In your desperation to preserve your reputation, Daoist Zuo, you have chosen to feign death and retreat from the world. If I am not mistaken, this is all for the sake of your intention to enter the mundane world and eliminate your mortal desires, isn't it?"
"You bald donkey! Were you the one who just ambushed me?" Zuo Ci retorted with a sinister grin. "Indeed, it's refreshing to finally meet someone who can see through things. But do you really think that with your newly entered and unstable Dao Realm cultivation, you can meddle in my affairs? Aren't you a bit too eager to meet the Buddha in the West?"
"Haha!" The old monk replied with a strange smile. "Daoist Zuo, your youthful arrogance has been duly noted today. However, if you continue to wantonly slaughter the elders of my Hui Xian Men without consequence, how will my sect establish itself in Tongcheng in the future?"
"I wondered where this old monk came from; turns out you're the reclusive leader of Hui Xian Men," Zuo Ci said with narrowed eyes and a smile.
The old monk's expression darkened. The insults of "bald donkey" and "old monk" from Zuo Ci truly ignited a murderous intent within him.
"Tomorrow, my Hui Xian Men will invite Guan Boss to attend the Chaoxian Conference. After seeing this today, there are indeed unexpected surprises!" the old monk sneered.
"Daoist Zuo," he continued coldly, "if you have the guts, come to the Chaoxian Conference tomorrow!"
"Do I need to wait until tomorrow to kill you?" Zuo Ci laughed icily. "Old Monk, you think too highly of yourself. Since you know my true nature, you should also understand my methods. Now that you've come here, there's no need for you to leave!"
Zuo Ci made a gesture with his fingers, and the Blood Flesh Treasure Mirror suspended in the sky turned like a crimson full moon, spewing forth blood-red light from within.
"How dare you!" the Old Monk shouted, bringing his hands together and pushing them forward.
A Black Swastika of Buddhist light shot out from his palms.
As the blood-red light made contact with the Black Swastika, it was as if the flesh was being corroded by acid, slowly dissolving into the air.
The thin stream of blood-red light slithered toward the Old Buddha's face like a serpent. His expression changed repeatedly. He truly did not expect Zuo Ci to be so unreasonable, attacking without warning and using lethal moves right away!
Om! Ma! Ni! Pad! Me! Hum!
The Old Monk manipulated the human bone prayer beads in his hands, reciting the Six-Character Great Bright Mantra. Instantly, a black Buddhist light enveloped his body like armor, resisting the corrosion of the blood-red light.
Zuo Ci narrowed his eyes slightly, fixating on the human bone prayer beads in the Old Monk's hands. What a treasure!
These were Kapala Beads specially crafted for Vajrayana practitioners. Kabala is a term that refers to human bone artifacts in Vajrayana Buddhism. Translated into Chinese, Kabala means "skull cap."
The earliest Kabala was made from the skulls of deceased high monks after their passing, strictly following the rituals and mandalas of Esoteric Buddhism. They were crafted with gems, gold, jade, agate, and other materials to assist practitioners in their empowerment and cultivation.
Only prayer beads made from finger bones and brow bones could be considered Kabala.
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