Xie Jiu was leading a horse, which was pulling a cart.
On the cart lay a sealed Destiny Coffin, covered with thick black cloth.
Therefore, outsiders couldn't tell what was inside.
"Amitabha! Daoist Priest Fan really has a heart of chivalry," Monk Zhi Kong spoke, "Counting along the way, Daoist Fan has saved countless common people and has slain many malevolent beings and strange creatures that endanger all directions."
"..."
These few people had been singing Fan Wu's praises throughout the journey.
And not a single one repeated themselves.
Fan Wu felt as if he had grown calluses on his ears from listening.
At this moment, Monk Zhi Kong finally changed the topic, and he addressed Xie Jiu, asking, "Amitabha, Little Banner Master, do you know why The Great Revered One is so fixated on the Destiny Coffin? Even after repeated failures, the party is persistently unyielding. Could this be... an excessive obsession?"
