"Absorb for me!" Xiao Long shouted again, and the Eight Dragon Cauldron erupted with a powerful suction force, pulling in all the monks who were not yet dead, and then the lid closed.

"Clang!"

The cauldron landed on the ground, shaking slightly, with faint roars echoing from within.

Xiao Long clasped his hands together, chanting with a semblance of piety, "Amitabha, as a monk, compassion is key. I won't kill you; instead, I'll burn you for forty-nine days and nights, refining you into Buddhist relics, and send you to the Pure Land of Bliss."