On the main street, a wedding procession with red decorations and the sound of gongs and drums appeared once again. They headed toward the city center, with thousands of ghosts cheering and inexplicably following behind, swelling the ranks of this strange procession.
On the other side.
On Withered Zen Mountain, an old monk with a face of sorrow, wearing tattered monk robes, walked out of the temple. He descended the stone steps one at a time, surrounded by a halo of Buddhist light, resembling a Buddha who had reached enlightenment for many years. This was a Ghost Buddha.
The strength of the Withered Zen old monk is definitely on par with Bao Yue.
Their encounter last night was likely a mutual test, with Bao Yue clearly acknowledging the old monk's strength. Although the monk appeared extremely eerie, and his cultivation path was quite bizarre, one could not deny the formidable power he possessed.
