The furthest south~
Guanyin Zen Temple.
In the front yard, the crowd surged, and all the monks gathered there, their faces revealing worry.
Their gazes were fixed on the gate, as if waiting for some news.
Suddenly.
A young monk stumbled in.
"All..."
"All dead, Merit Incense Masters... all dead!" The monk's face was full of horror, panting heavily while gesturing to the other monks.
"Roasted, charred!"
With those words.
It immediately caused a huge commotion. The monks' faces turned pale, full of despair.
"What to do, the things in the dream were true, it's over!"
"Bodhisattva, please bless me. I have been offering you my sincere devotion for many years, please protect me."
"It's over. Master, should we run?"
...
At this moment.
Facing the chaos of the monks.
Elder Jinchi remained calm and composed.
Unlike these ordinary monks, he knew more about the world and even received the grace of Guanyin Bodhisattva.
He was very clear.
