The summer sun in Lingnan was particularly fierce, and at this moment, it was high noon, as if the land was being scorched.
In such scorching weather, unless necessary, no one was willing to go out.
Yet, at this hour, on a small road in the countryside of Lingnan, a shirtless monk was slowly walking with his head lowered.
Although the sunlight was severe, there wasn't a single bead of sweat on the monk's body, only the muscles rippling like a giant dragon as he moved.
And on his back, was a huge stone inscribed with scriptures.
This giant stone was a meter square and extremely heavy, and it was firmly bound to the monk's back with iron chains.
A stone like this, an ordinary person couldn't even push it, let alone carry it, but the monk bore it as if it weighed nothing.
After turning a corner, there was a small inn by the roadside providing food and lodging for passing vehicles.
