Compassion Temple, Is There Any Compassion?

The wandering souls whose eyes had returned to their normal color all stood there in a daze, looking somewhat confused.

After quite a while, they exchanged glances with one another.

"Eh! How did I drift here?"

"Strange, me too. I was clearly down at the foot of the mountain watching people argue."

"I remember hearing the sound of Buddhist scriptures just now."

"Yeah, yeah, me too. But I remember the chanting came from where those living people were..."

"..."

The ghosts chattered among themselves, none of them knowing why they had appeared here.

We did not speak to them or pay them much attention. As the effects of the two Black Scripture Talismans faded,

those of us without the Heavenly Eye gradually stopped seeing those wandering ghosts.

For now, it seemed that the Black Scripture Talismans could not only make people lose their senses, but also summon ghosts and open people's eyes.

If this happened while someone was driving on the highway, the consequences would be obvious.

I rubbed my eyes and heard Pan Ling say that after speaking for a while, the ordinary wandering ghosts had all drifted away.

Once they had left, Master spoke to me.

"Xiao Jiang, drive. Let's go back and take out those Black Monks. Damn it!"

"Yes, Master!"

I did not waste words. I pulled open the car door and got into the driver's seat.

Master, Mao Jing, and the others all squeezed into the car as well.

Since Zhang Yuchen was tall and powerfully built, he took the front passenger seat.

Daoist Qingshan and the others squeezed into the back.

There was a trace of coldness on every face.

We were no pushovers. If they dared harm us, we absolutely could not let them off.

This grudge could not wait until tomorrow...

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