Chapter 147: The Wandering Monk’s True Identity.

By the time the Wandering Monk arrived at the village, the sun had already disappeared below the horizon. The gentle breeze from the mountains caused the villagers to take deep breaths on their strolls.

As an esteemed and powerful guest, the Wandering Monk was invited into the village head's home.

Upon his arrival, an old man standing in front of a little manor walked up and came to greet him with an amiable smile, saying: "Wise Monk, I'd like to thank you on behalf of everyone in the village for agreeing to help us."

The village head was an old man in his late sixties. He looked very amiable and dependable. Despite his old age, he was still physically fit. From this, one could tell that he's used to doing hard manual labor.