Wang Chongxian waved a hand, and the man flew back like a kite, crashing into the main gate with a thud and tumbling all the way into the corridor of the central hall.
The people sitting on the benches on either side of the corridor, who had been praying devoutly, were startled by the sudden commotion and jumped to their feet. They saw a Daoist walk in slowly, clutching a sheathed sword in his hand. The people grew tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The priest at the lectern placed one hand on the scriptures and gripped the cross on his chest with the other. "Who are you?" he asked. "Why have you broken in here?"
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