Just then, a colossal bell sound suddenly sliced through the entire Wild Goose Mountain, piercing the heavens, and all eight monks abruptly opened their eyes, glancing at one another. They saw that Wei Yushuang's ghost had not disappeared, still lingering on the spot. With the monks having ceased their chanting, Wei Yushuang's torment also came to an abrupt halt. She trembled and curled up into a ball, resembling a helpless child.
The bell did indeed ring, but... it was not the sound of it being struck. Rather, it was the Lingyin Bell, hanging outside the Lingyin Temple, that had been severed in two, and the sound was that of the bell's body hitting the ground!
Following that was an incredibly cold, eerie voice that seemed to echo all around, floating above the entire Lingyin Temple like thunder from the heavens.
"You old bald donkeys of Lingyin Temple, how dare you capture my woman? Today, I shall reduce your Lingyin Temple to dust!"
