Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
As Sun Wukong finished speaking, amidst the whirling sand and stones and howling demon wind, streaks of light descended from the sky, transforming into the forms of more than a dozen men and women, young and old.
Jiang Liu didn't recognize these people. However, the elderly monk who led them made Jiang Liu freeze in place.
"You, you are, Elder Jinchi?" Jiang Liu said, looking at the elderly monk in a dark red kasaya with overwhelming demonic qi, his disbelief evident in his voice.
"Abb… Abbot…?" The fellow monks from the Guanyin Zen Temple, similarly in disbelief, began to exclaim upon seeing Jinchi's appearance.
Jinchi, now possessed by a demon, seemed to show no change in appearance, but his whole aura was completely transformed.
