The monk was acting more and more strangely.
In fact, ever since the dream began and the monk started speaking, he had seemed abnormal.
The way he spoke with the Buddha statue, and the things he said, were not things a normal person would do or say. Even if he had some purpose and possessed some kind of ability, his behavior still revealed something abnormal about his character.
So far, I had never seen anyone react to supernatural events this way.
There was no need to mention the people from Greenleaf. Though they were somewhat accustomed to supernatural events and took them in stride, deep down they still detested them. Even Wu Ling, who studied all kinds of magic, wanted to eliminate supernatural events.
Others might take pride in their abilities and enjoy creating chaos and terror, or be ambitious, but they were all players in the game. Everything they did was driven by some intense desire.
Only this monk seemed like an outsider watching some kind of performance, thoroughly enjoying it and immersing himself in it.
I stared at the monk's face for a long while.
I didn't know this man. I had known that from the moment I first saw him.
It was strange that someone I didn't know, someone I had never met, had become the person I inhabited in my dream.
But the dream had begun in the stone cave where the Buddha statues stood. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw the Buddha's head... I didn't know whether those statues had somehow influenced me.
The monk no longer cared what I thought. He walked slowly onward, his lips moving as he chanted some kind of scripture.
He was probably speaking Sanskrit. I didn't know whether Sanskrit itself sounded like that or whether his rhythmic