Guanyin Bodhisattva's Underwear Laid Completely Bare

Before Little White Dragon could answer, Guanyin Bodhisattva had already stopped and turned around, a faint sneer at the corner of her lips. She looked at Lin Zhu, her tone carrying a trace of probing defiance. "Since the Hell God knows everything, why ask?"

Lin Zhu's heart skipped a beat.

Here we go again.

He quickly gave an awkward laugh and waved his hand, trying to keep his expression natural. "Haha, just asking. Just asking."

Guanyin Bodhisattva stared at him for two seconds. A complicated emotion flashed through her eyes before finally turning into a low snort. She turned and continued toward Lishe Shrine.

Lin Zhu breathed a sigh of relief and followed.

Guanyin Bodhisattva stood before the courtyard gate and raised her hand to knock three times on the door. Knock, knock, knock. The sound echoed through the mountains and carried far into the distance.

After a while, the courtyard gate creaked open from within.

An old man stood behind it, dressed in a long robe of blue cloth. His beard and hair were streaked with gray, his face lean and gaunt. A gray cloth sash was tied around his waist, and he wore a pair of cloth shoes.

His expression had initially been composed, with the faintest hint of a smile at his lips. It was the certainty of someone thinking, They're finally here, as though he had been waiting for an already-appointed guest.

But when he saw who stood outside, that composure shattered in an instant.

The old man's gaze first fell on Guanyin Bodhisattva. He nodded, about to offer some polite greeting.

Then his gaze shifted behind her. He saw Lin Zhu, the pitch-black Prison God Robe on him, and his expressionless face.

In the span of a breath, the old man's complexion changed from ruddy