"It's not the wind that moves, nor the flag, it's the human heart that moves..."
The mad monk mumbled these words, his figure swaying slightly, as his brows knitted together.
Then, he stopped, holding his meditation staff, and raised one hand in front of him, reciting the Rebirth Mantra.
"Namo Amituofo, Tathagata, he who comes and goes..."
The indifferent sound of Sanskrit chanting began, adding a heavy atmosphere to the eerie inn.
The innkeeper couldn't comprehend at first, then awkwardly turned his neck and said:
"Old monk, why are you reciting the Rebirth Mantra?"
"To transcend you, of course."
Saying that, in front of everyone, the mad monk struck the innkeeper's crown with his palm!
Bang!
The sound of cracking made fractures appear where the palm struck, and the innkeeper's body deflated like a punctured shell.
The two Taoists watching from not far away were filled with dread, chanting in unison, "Blessings of Infinite Heavenly Venerable."
