Grandmaster Shan Yin's soul was directly pulled into an ancient temple.
The temple's Hall was extremely high, and a row of golden Buddhas overlooked the earth.
Hanging from their heads were numerous corpses. The shriveled corpses let out long groans of pain, strange laughter, or ethereal and elusive ravings.
The sound of chanting grew louder and louder, filling master good cause's sea of consciousness.
"Where is this place?"
This ancient temple was very strange, and its origin was unknown.
He knew that he might have been tricked this time. The secret technique of reincarnation had met its nemesis. When he looked into the little monk's eyes, not only did he not find out where the little monk came from, but he had also been pulled into his own memories.
