He Only Cared About the Buddhist Sect's Reputation? He Wasn't Tang Sanzang-The Sky Had Fallen

Jinchi took a closer look.

A chill ran down his spine. He instinctively staggered back several steps and pressed himself against the Buddha statue, only then finding the faintest sense of safety!

Watching this scene,

Jinchi was so shocked that he could not speak!!

What was Sun Monkey trying to do??

Why had he brought all these Lost Souls here?

Sun Wukong ignored Jinchi's panic. He laughed heartily and hopped about on the spot.

A huge mass of Lost Souls surged forward like a tide.

Guangzhi stood at the very front.

His monk's robe was the same as before his death: gray cotton, its collar somewhat loose, its hem burned away by nearly half, the edges blackened and curled.

There were no wounds on his face, but his complexion was ashen. His gaze rested on Jinchi and never shifted away.

He said nothing, but his eyes held an exceedingly complicated undercurrent, along with resentment that could not be dispelled!!!

Behind him stood the monks of Guanyin Zen Temple.

They had all become Lost Souls. Confused, resentful, and furious, they stared at the two of them. Presumably, neither of them recognized that the current Tang Sanzang was Jinchi!

Jinchi stood at the entrance of the ruined temple, staring at those Lost Souls, his entire body frozen.

His eyes widened slightly. His pupils constricted, then slowly dilated again.

His gaze swept across the faces of the Lost Souls one by one before stopping on Guangzhi's face for a long time.

Jinchi raised his head. His eyes moved from Guangzhi's face to Sun Wukong's, then back again.

His voice was low, as if it had been pushed up from the depths of his throat. It rose slowly, only to catch halfway, as though something had blocked the passage.

"...You damned monkey," he said,