Twilight bled like blood across the glazed tiles. As Su Yao stepped over the mottled threshold of Qinyin Temple, the copper bells on the eaves suddenly let out a piercing shriek. Three rusted bells shattered simultaneously, their fragments hissing past her ears and leaving dense cracks in the blue bricks. Lin Yu flashed in front of her like lightning, thunder crackling in his palms, only to be instantly swallowed by a swirling mist of sandalwood incense.
"This incense is wrong!" Zhao Ya held her jade flute across her chest, the instrument glowing with a defensive blue light. Before she could finish, a heavy, rhythmic tolling of a wooden fish drum echoed from deep within the temple. *Dong—dong—* Each strike hammered at the heart. Su Yao felt her Spiritual Power spiraling out of control within her dantian.
A gray film suddenly clouded Lin Yu's eyes. Like a marionette on strings, he raised his fist and swung it toward Su Yao. Zhao Ya was quick-witted; she unleashed a sonic wave that struck his neck. Lin Yu staggered, then bit the tip of his tongue hard. "It's a Sanskrit Soul-Seizing Array! This temple is no holy Buddhist ground!"
Chapter 211