All the black blood coalesced, forming a giant sphere in mid-air.
But surrounded by countless Scripture Mantras, it was continually compressed, ultimately shrinking into a black bead the size of a thumb.
Enveloped by the Scripture Mantras, the black bead finally flew toward the many Golden Buddha Statues.
TAP.
It landed in the hand of one of the Golden Buddha Statues.
"Qing Kong, when you have come to understand your own sins and have atoned for this transgression, you may return to the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall to reclaim your Sacrificial Meat Zen."
Hai Shu Bodhisattva's cool, clear voice drifted through the Ten Thousand Buddha Hall, echoing endlessly.
But Qing Kong, lying on the ground with his body as shriveled as deadwood, could not respond.
A string of Prayer Beads slowly rose from within his Monk's Robe. One by one, black pieces that looked like charred firewood flew out from it.
All four pieces landed neatly in front of Yang An.
Fox Wolf Wood Heart!
