The Old Monk hesitated no longer, murmured incantations, and a deep Buddhist chant echoed. Gu Shi Yi felt a weight settle on his monk's robe. The Old Monk spun around, and the robe seemed to come alive, its large sleeves suddenly billowing, coiling around Gu Shi Yi's neck. Gu Shi Yi tried to evade but was ensnared, his hands and legs bound, unable to move.
The Old Monk was pleased, chanting faster and faster, as golden talismans faintly appeared on the robe. It tightened gradually, immense forces pressing from all sides, attempting to suffocate Gu Shi Yi with it. However, his physical body was strong, unfazed by the pressing robe, calm and composed, which surprised the Old Monk whose white eyebrows twitched in astonishment.
"You... are unaffected by my vestment robe..."
Meanwhile, Tong Ling stirred up a gust of dark wind that made the talismans outside the granary rustle noisily. Another gust came, causing the talismans to teeter and eventually fall.
