Tonight You'll Sleep Outside and Guard the Door-Perfect for When Demons Come! Blazing Inferno!

"Yes!"

The monk acknowledged and walked over to Tang Sanzang, gesturing for him to follow.

Tang Sanzang rose to his feet, pressed his palms together in a respectful bow toward Elder Jinchi, then followed the monk out of the main hall.

Sun Wukong straightened from the pillar and followed behind him. As he left, he glanced back at Elder Jinchi.

He felt that there was something off about this monk.

But he did not like Tang Sanzang either.

He could not be bothered with it!

Elder Jinchi was lowering his head, cradling the cassock in both hands as though examining the patterns on it.

Candlelight shone across him from the side. His aged fingers gently stroked the golden thread along the cassock's edge, his movements unusually tender, as if confirming that something belonging to him had finally returned to its rightful owner.

"This is mine..."

"Everything was mine, yet that damned thief stole it all from me!!!"

The hall doors closed behind Tang Sanzang.

Elder Jinchi raised his head.

The tear tracks remained on his face, but his tears had stopped. He stared at the tightly shut doors in silence for several breaths, then set the cassock and monk's staff on the meditation cushion beside him. Turning around, he quietly addressed the monks in the hall who still had their heads lowered.

"Proceed according to plan."

As he spoke those words,

Jinchi's voice was cold and indifferent, without a trace of weeping or choking emotion, as though nothing had happened moments ago.

The candle flames in the hall flickered, then steadied once more.

Only his shadow seemed to have been stretched unnaturally long by something, carrying an eerie chill that made one's skin crawl!

The eastern courtyard lay at the deepest part of Guanyin Zen Temple, separated from the main