Chapter 56 The Visit of Jikong

The whole temple was shrouded in night, extremely quiet, and the chanting of monks could be vaguely heard.

A little monk who was on watch walked on the empty gravel road with a pale face and trembling body. He had just arrived and was assigned to work on duty. He could hear chanting every night. Everyone was asleep at this time, so he knew it was the voice of the undead. As soon as he came in, someone told him the legend of the undead. .

Holding the beads in his hand tightly, the young monk silently chanted, "Don't come to me, don't come to me..."

When he walked to the south wing, the wind blew and the young monk felt extremely cold. He took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to move forward.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the corner in front, and the little monk's face turned even paler. He was so frightened that he choked his breathing and did not dare to move. His legs were as heavy as lead. Then I saw a black shadow jumping up from the