I Have Hair, I'm Not a Little Monk!

Just then, the Little White Fox in Wang Lang's arms seemed to have been awakened by the commotion of him receiving the inheritance.

Still dazed, Su Yao subconsciously cracked open her eyes to check her surroundings.

Yet what met her gaze was precisely the wrathful visage of the three-headed, six-armed Buddha statue!

It frightened her so badly that her four legs kicked out, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted once more.

Wang Lang: "..."

Shaking his head, he lifted the tin staff into his hand.

He had obtained the cultivation technique, taken the Magic Tool, and safely put away the Bodhi Seed token.

But...

"How do I get out of this Golden Light Temple?"

Wang Lang looked around. The great hall remained silent, and the doors were still wide open, but the mist outside had not dispersed.

The letter had not mentioned any way to leave.

Wang Lang could only head deeper into the temple.

Beyond the main hall lay a long, dim corridor.

The murals on both sides had long since blurred beyond recognition. Only warped human and beastly shapes could vaguely be made out.

Past the corridor was an even more spacious courtyard.

There were no halls here, no Buddha statues, no incense burners.

As far as the eye could see, there was a dense, boundless expanse of... graves!

Wang Lang instinctively looked back, but where was the corridor behind him?

There were only burial mounds stretching just as far as the eye could see.

He drew a deep breath and suppressed the faint chill rising in his heart.

The hidden workings within this Golden Light Temple were truly unique enough to make one's scalp crawl.

"Looks like I can only keep moving forward," he muttered, tightening his grip on the tin staff.

He stepped onto a path through the graves, his gaze sweeping across the tombstones beside him as he noticed something strange.

These tombstones, no matter their size or material, were all bare and blank, without a single inscription.

"Little monk~ Little monk~ Come here~"

The voice was soft and mellifluous, laced with a seductive charm that tugged at the soul. Amid graves covering the ground, it sounded especially eerie.

Wang Lang paused and looked toward the sound. Beside a somewhat larger burial mound in the distance—

A graceful figure leaned against an unmarked tombstone, lightly beckoning to him.

The woman had a slender, alluring figure and wore clothing from some unknown era. Though the colors had faded with age, they gave her an even hazier beauty.

"Little monk~ Come keep big sister company and chat for a while~" the voice rang out again.

After a brief hesitation, Wang Lang walked toward the woman.

Human, ghost, demon, or devil—it did not matter. As long as she could communicate, she was a breakthrough.

Once he drew near and saw her face clearly, she was indeed bewitchingly beautiful. Yet her complexion was far too pale, lacking a trace of life and carrying an extra hint of gloom.

The woman smiled sweetly as she looked Wang Lang up and down, lingering for a moment over his burly frame and the tin staff in his hand.

Wang Lang stopped several steps away and said, "This... big sister, who is this little monk you called for?"

The woman covered her lips and chuckled, her voice as pleasant as silver bells. "Naturally, it's you, little gentleman~"

Wang Lang pointed at his thick black hair and said seriously, "I have hair. I'm not a little monk."

"Oh?" the woman pouted coquettishly. "Then why are you carrying a Buddhist tin staff?"

"I picked it up on the road. It looked sturdy, so I use it for self-defense." Wang Lang lied without changing expression.

He did not want to dwell on the matter of his identity, so he immediately changed the subject and fired off questions like a string of cannonballs:

"Big sister, what exactly is this Golden Light Temple?"

"Why is there such a huge graveyard inside it?"

"Why are all these tombstones blank?"

"Have you always lived here?"

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"Is there anyone in charge here?"

"How can I get out?"

That barrage of questions smashed into her, and the smile on the seductive woman's face immediately froze. It was as though several invisible black lines had dropped across her forehead.

She waved a hand impatiently. "Oh, little gentleman, you really have no sense of romance."

"You want answers? That's easy. Come, visit big sister's humble home, have a drink with me, and chat for a while. Then big sister will tell you everything you want to know, all right?"

She pointed at the burial mound beside her. There was even an offering table in front of it.

Several indistinct objects and what appeared to be offerings had been placed atop it.

Hearing that, Wang Lang said in surprise, "There's such a good deal? Does it cost silver? Let me make this clear first—I don't have any money."

"Ohohohoho~"

The woman let out a shrill, exaggerated laugh, making Wang Lang's brow twitch almost imperceptibly.

"You really know how to joke, little gentleman. Not only do we not accept such vulgar things here."

"If we do accept something, we only take... your heart, your liver, or your limbs. Any one of them will do~"

She licked her lips, her gaze roaming over Wang Lang's solid chest and arms, and she actually swallowed uncontrollably.

The Grand Righteous Qi within Wang Lang should, by all reason, have made yin-evil creatures like her flee as far as possible.

Yet strangely, this supremely yang and unyielding aura was not poison to her at all.

Instead, it was like a candle flame guiding moths through the darkness, radiating the irresistible allure of a perfect tonic that her very soul craved to approach, then devour.

Just as she was about to say something more...

A foul wind rushed at his face!

Wang Lang moved without warning!

The muscles in his arm instantly bulged, and the extraordinary-looking Town Mountain Tin Staff became a streak of black light.

With the force of thunder and a weight of ten thousand jun, it smashed straight toward the woman's head!

"I really don't like your laugh. It's too grating!" Wang Lang's voice arrived almost at the same time as his attack.

With a dull thud, the woman's head exploded on impact.

Yet no expected red-and-white matter splattered out. Only a dense cloud of black qi mixed with bone-chilling cold blasted outward in all directions.

After hearing what the woman had said, how could Wang Lang fail to understand that this thing wanted to eat his body—literally?

He did not stop moving and did not even look at the headless corpse convulsing violently on the ground.

With a flick of his wrist, the Town Mountain Tin Staff carried the force of a thousand jun as it smashed viciously toward the offering table before the grave!

"You want to eat me? Eat shit instead!"

The offering table and all the objects on it instantly shattered into pieces beneath Wang Lang's terrifying strength.

At that very moment, the headless female corpse sprang upright. Black qi churned madly from its neck, rapidly condensing into a new head.

The instant she opened her eyes, she saw that the place where she lived and did business had been smashed to smithereens, and her eyes nearly split with rage!

"You brat! You dare smash up this old lady's place?!!"

Her voice was hoarse, filled with furious disbelief.

She had been hanging around this graveyard for so many years, yet this was the first time she had met someone so devoid of martial decorum!

They had barely exchanged a few words, and he had directly flipped the table?

"I'll kill you! I'll make your soul scatter and vanish!!"

The female ghost threw back her head and howled, her body beginning to undergo a horrifying transformation.

Her jet-black hair grew wildly, instantly falling all the way to the ground.

The nails on her ten fingers became black, sharp, and long, while the corners of her mouth split open to reveal two savage fangs.

Her once fairly smooth skin rapidly shriveled and turned bluish-green, corpse spots surfacing across it.

In the blink of an eye, a ravishingly beautiful big sister had become a horrifying female ghost with a blue-green face, protruding fangs, and waterfall-like hair!

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