C71 Nine dead and one alive

I looked at the yellow-faced arhat. This name sounded quite domineering, but was this yellow-faced arhat really a jinx? Just by shouting three times, he would be able to kill him?

I looked at the fat, lazy cat and couldn't believe it.

Don't believe it. The old woman with a half-moon smile looked at me: It's not that my cat is called the yellow-faced arhat