"Immortal master, if you have nothing to do at the moment, you should leave as soon as possible. Strange incidents have been happening here one after another lately. People disappear at night from time to time, and when they are found again in the daytime, they have become lost souls like this."
After hearing this, Ye Tian could not help looking at the middle-aged man beside him, whose gaze was dull and vacant. He went forward and examined him carefully, immediately discovering something strange.
A person had three ethereal souls and seven corporeal souls, yet this middle-aged man before him only had one ethereal soul and one corporeal soul remaining. He was like a walking corpse. Though he could still linger in the world of the living, to put it bluntly, he was no different from the dead.
"Village Chief, the eminent monk from Lanshe Temple has arrived!"
Just then, some movement came from behind Ye Tian. A villager hurried over and reported to the old man.
Lanshe Temple?
Hearing the name, Ye Tian's heart stirred. Why would monks from Lanshe Temple be here? This was not their jurisdiction.
"Amitabha. Fellow villagers, rest assured. I am Shangwen, a monk of Lanshe Temple. I carry the relic of an eminent monk. Any ordinary demon that sees me will surely flee in disarray."
A fat monk stood there, holding a string of sandalwood prayer beads in his left hand and tightly gripping a relic in his right.
Ye Tian took one look and sneered inwardly. He could tell at a glance that this monk was a fraud who strutted about swindling people. The so-called relic in his hand did contain some spiritual power, but to Ye Tian, it was merely an ordinary object.
Clearly, the monk's identity had also been fabricated out