"Amitabha~"
A familiar voice rang out beside him.
Qin Zheng immediately turned his head, delighted. "Master Chongming?"
The man before his eyes wore a simple monk's robe and was lean from head to toe. It was none other than the old monk Chongming.
"Master Qin, we meet again."
The old monk Chongming smiled faintly as he spoke.
Qin Zheng nodded as well, then said, "I saw that old man carrying prayer beads with your aura on them. I thought something had happened to you."
The old monk Chongming still wore a smile, as though no matter how great the matter, it could not affect him.
Yet his next words froze the smile on Qin Zheng's face at once.
"This poor monk is ashamed. I... indeed no longer belong to this world."
No longer belonged to this world.
That meant he was dead?!
Then why was he still able to stand before him now?
For a moment, Qin Zheng was at a loss.
He knew this world had demons and monsters, but he had never expected ghosts and specters as well.
The old monk Chongming pressed his palms together once more and softly recited a Buddhist invocation before saying, "After this poor monk left Black Goose City that day..."
He slowly recounted his experiences from this period to Qin Zheng.
It turned out that after leaving Black Goose City, before he could even reach Tongguan Town, he had sensed a powerful demonic aura in the mountains.
After weighing matters from every angle, the old monk had decided to deal with that demon first.
There had been a thick stench of blood upon the demon, and it was highly likely that it had been eating people.
Following its trail all the way, he had finally caught up with it when he arrived