After a brief moment of panic, Jiang Cheng quickly calmed down. Ever since they had entered this building, the Fatty had never left his side. He had kept hold of the Fatty's arm the whole time. Under those circumstances, the Fatty couldn't have been replaced. So the abbot was lying!
The abbot was a ghost! All those words were just meant to confuse him and make him stay there forever!
Once he realized this, Jiang Cheng stopped answering the abbot and pulled the Fatty into a run. To his slight surprise, the door flew open when they rammed into it, and they escaped with ease.
"Benefactor, do not let delusions cloud your eyes. Return at once. When truth and falsehood meet, you will know that this humble monk speaks the truth!"
Jiang Cheng paid no attention to the voice behind them and pulled the Fatty along at a full sprint. The Fatty's lips were trembling, and his face had turned purple with fear. "A ghost! The abbot was a ghost! You didn't see it? It... it was clinging to the ceiling above us, using your voice, Doctor, to figure out where we were!"
"What did it look like?" Jiang Cheng still couldn't open his eyes fully. Everything before him seemed veiled in mist.
"The ghost's face was completely rotten, just like... like that Lord Guan ghost." The Fatty ran as he recalled what he had seen. "Its whole body was in tatters. Oh, right, I didn't get a good look, but it seemed to be wearing a kasaya."
"A kasaya..."
Jiang Cheng was even less certain about who—or what—they were dealing with. The temple before them was still shrouded in gray, as if bathed in cold light. They only slowed down when they reached a fork in the path.
"Where