The weather today was not good, it had been somewhat gloomy since morning, and there seemed to be a possibility of rain. On the Tai Mountain Yin-Yang Boundary, the cold wind howled, and when the wind blew into the abyss, it would make "whoosh, whoosh" and "whoo, whoo" sounds, like the wails of wronged souls crying and lamenting. When the cold wind became more biting, the sounds turned sharper, as if the wronged souls grew angry, seeking someone to avenge them, roaring in eerie fury.
On this overcast day, it would indeed be frightening for anyone to stay alone on the Yin-Yang Boundary, but the Yin-Yang Taoist was still sitting cross-legged by the large bell, eyes closed, mumbling something, appearing very mysterious.
Suddenly, a black shadow flashed by and quickly disappeared, then suddenly, the shadow descended from the sky, making quite an entrance. After the black shadow revealed itself, it could be seen to be a masked man dressed in black, like an assassin, his face not visible.
