Huang Wu suddenly turned her head, only to see an old monk, skinny to the extreme like a dead person, silently standing behind her.
Hiss—!
His body was so withered that only a yellowish human skin remained, tightly stretched over a rough skeleton, as frail as a straw pole that could collapse with a mere puff of wind.
His eye sockets were deeply recessed, his chest showed no rise and fall, and there was no heartbeat whatsoever.
He looked even more like a ghost than the little female ghost herself!
She was caught off guard and frightened by the ghostly figure, stepping back involuntarily.
Seeing Huang Wu turn around, the old monk standing under a Bodhi tree emanated a solemn aura and slowly chanted a Buddhist name again:
"Namo Corpse Forest Master, fortunate for us, our Buddha Master bestows flesh and blood to nurture all beings, allowing the Mortal World to witness the grandeur of myriad prosperities.
