I Have Hair, I'm Not a Monk!

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

Su Yao, groggy, subconsciously opened her eyes slightly, wanting to see her surroundings.

However, what greeted her eyes was precisely the furious gaze of the three-headed, six-armed Buddha statue!

This directly scared her so much that she kicked her legs, rolled her eyes, and fainted once more.

Wang Lang: "..."

He shook his head and held the tin staff in his hand.

He had obtained the cultivation technique, taken the magic artifact, and secured the token, the Bodhi Seed.

But...

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

Wang Lang looked around. The main hall was still silent, the main door was still open, but the mist outside had not dispersed.

The letter did not mention a way to leave.

Wang Lang had no choice but to walk towards the deeper parts of the temple.

After the main hall was a long, dimly lit corridor.

The murals on both sides of the corridor were already blurry, and only some distorted human and beast shapes could be vaguely seen.

Passing through the corridor, he entered a more open courtyard.

Here, there were no halls, no Buddha statues, and no incense burners.

Looking out, it was a dense, boundless expanse of... graves!

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

There were only endless tombs.

He took a deep breath, suppressing a hint of chill that rose in his heart.

This Golden Light Temple's inner dimension was truly peculiar enough to make one's scalp tingle.

"It seems I can only go forward," he muttered to himself, tightening his grip on the tin staff.

He walked onto a path between the graves, his gaze sweeping over the tombstones beside him, noticing a strange phenomenon.

Regardless of their size or material, these tombstones were all bare, with no inscriptions.

"Little monk~ Little monk~ Come here~"

A soft, melodious voice, carrying a captivating charm, sounded particularly eerie in this place filled with graves.

Wang Lang's footsteps paused. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw, beside a slightly larger tombstone in the distance, A graceful figure was leaning against a blank tombstone, beckoning him gently.

The woman had a slender figure and wore clothing from an unknown era. Although the colors were old, they added a touch of hazy beauty.

"Little monk~ Come keep sister company for a chat~" the voice sounded again.

Wang Lang pondered for a moment, then walked towards the woman.

Whether she was human, ghost, Yao, or Mo, if she could communicate, she was a breakthrough.

As he approached and saw the woman's face clearly, she was indeed captivatingly beautiful, but her complexion was too pale, lacking vitality and possessing a touch of the sinister.

The woman smiled charmingly, looking Wang Lang up and down, her gaze lingering on his sturdy physique and the tin staff.

Wang Lang stopped a few steps away and said, "This... sister, who is the little monk you're calling?"

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, her voice as pleasant as tinkling bells, "Naturally, it's you, young sir~"

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

"Oh?" the woman pouted playfully, "Then why are you holding this Buddhist tin staff?"

"Found it on the road. It looked sturdy, so I'm using it for self-defense," Wang Lang lied with a straight face.

He didn't want to get bogged down in the issue of identity and immediately changed the subject, bombarding her with questions:

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

"Why is there such a large graveyard inside?"

"Why are all these tombstones blank?"

"Have you been living here all along?"

"Is there anyone in charge here?"

"How can I get out?"

As this string of questions hit her, the smile on the charming woman's face froze, and several invisible dark lines seemed to descend upon her forehead.

She waved her hand impatiently, "Oh dear, you're such a dull young man."

"Want to know the answer? It's simple, come, visit my humble abode, have a drink with me, and chat. Then, I'll tell you everything you want to know, alright?"

She pointed to the tomb beside them. In front of the tomb, there was even an offering table, upon which were placed several items whose appearances were unclear, and what seemed to be offerings.

Wang Lang heard this and exclaimed in surprise, "There's such a good thing? Does it cost money? Let me tell you beforehand, I'm broke."

"Ohohoho~"

The woman let out a sharp and exaggerated laugh, causing Wang Lang's brow to twitch almost imperceptibly.

"Young master, you're so funny. Let's not even talk about how we don't accept such worldly things."

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

She licked her lips, her gaze drifting over Wang Lang's well-built chest and arms, and she involuntarily swallowed.

According to common sense, the Grand Righteous Qi within Wang Lang should have made this kind of evil entity avoid him like the plague.

But strangely, this supremely yang and firm aura was not poison to her.

On the contrary, it was like a candle flame guiding a moth in the darkness, emitting a ten-full tonic that made her soul yearn to approach, and then devour.

Just as she was about to say something else…

A gust of foul wind swept towards him!

Wang Lang moved without any warning!

The muscles in his arm instantly bulged. The seemingly extraordinary Town Mountain Tin Staff transformed into a dark, shadowy streak of light, and with the force of thunder, it smashed directly towards the woman's head!

"I really don't like your laugh, it's too lewd!" Wang Lang's voice arrived almost simultaneously with the attack.

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

But instead of the expected splatter of red and white matter, only a dense black mist mixed with a chilling aura erupted and scattered.

Hearing the woman's words, Wang Lang understood that this thing was lusting after his body, literally.

He didn't stop his movements, not even glancing at the headless corpse writhing violently on the ground.

With a flip of his wrist, the Town Mountain Tin Staff, carrying immense force, smashed down fiercely onto the offering table in front of the tomb!

"You still want to eat me? Dream on!"

The offering table, along with the items on it, instantly shattered into pieces under Wang Lang's terrifying strength, turning into a pile of debris.

It was at this moment that the headless female corpse suddenly sprang up. Black mist surged wildly from her neck, rapidly condensing into a new head.

As soon as her eyes opened, she saw her place of business, the foundation of her existence, smashed to smithereens. Her eyes immediately widened in rage!

"You brat! How dare you smash my place?!!"

Her voice was hoarse, filled with unbelievable fury.

She had been haunting this graveyard for so many years, and this was the first time she had encountered someone so dishonorable!

She hadn't even said a few words, and he just flipped the table?

"I'll make you die! I'll make your soul scatter!"

The female ghost roared to the sky, and her body began to undergo a terrifying transformation.

Her long, dark hair grew wildly, instantly reaching the ground.

Her fingernails turned black and sharp, her lips split open, revealing two ferocious fangs.

Her originally smooth skin quickly shriveled and turned green, revealing corpse spots.

In the blink of an eye, a charming and beautiful older sister had transformed into a terrifying female ghost with a green face, fangs, and flowing hair!