A smile appeared on the handsome monk's thin lips as he raised his voice and said, ""This poor monk is Ku Ming of the Great Light Temple. Greetings…"
He paused for a moment, then slowly said,"Greetings to this disloyal, unjust, and unfilial number one heretic.".
After saying this, he retreated a little. In the distance, a giant shadow that was like an iron tower was like a meteor. It flashed for a thousand feet. It was obvious that it had just arrived in a hurry.
It was a monk with bronze skin. Even in this cold spring night, he was still shirtless.
The monk was holding a string of black prayer beads in his left hand and was rapidly moving them. The prayer beads were very long and filled with profound intent.
The monk was very fast, but the speed at which his left hand moved the prayer beads was as slow as a needle. It did not change with the speed of movement. The body moved fast, but the heart did not move, so it was slow.
