The moon hung high in the middle of the sky, and the autumn wind blew gently.
All of Pingtan County had fallen dark. Only the brothels on Fragrant Street and the gambling dens hidden in deep alleys lit oil lamps and lanterns through the night, never sleeping.
Between heaven and earth, there remained only the howling wind, the chirping of insects, the cries of eagles, the shrieks of apes, the howls of wolves, the roars of tigers...
Within Chicken Cry Temple, in the abbot's meditation chamber.
An oil lamp lit the meditation chamber, yet its light was dim and murky. If not for the temple's lingering sandalwood incense, the shadowy light and wavering silhouettes would have made it no less eerie than a haunted house.
"Brother, is there something wrong with that Zeng Changlong?" Guang Yue asked.
Lu Zheng did not conceal it from him. "He should be connected to a Descended Heavenly Devil."
Guang Yue: Guang Yue trusted Lu Zheng's judgment. He had guessed that Zeng Changlong had a problem, but he had never imagined the problem would be this enormous! Connected to a Descended Heavenly Devil?
Was this really something a mere Rizhao Temple disciple like me, the abbot of a county-affiliated Chicken Cry Temple, could meddle in?
"You're not going to White Cloud Mountain to deliver the news, and instead you're waiting here alone?" Guang Yue could not help asking.
"It's not as though the Yuan Ya Xu Shen Great Demon Lord is here. At most, it's just some minor Demonic Beast. What's there to fear?" Lu Zheng rolled his eyes. "Guang Yue, how has your courage grown smaller and smaller? Back then, when the three of us stormed the Demon Cave in fury, you were the first to charge ahead."
Yuan Jing nodded repeatedly. "Exactly, exactly."