All he had done was process Lord Shi's soul, blood, bones, and skin.
Indeed, he had ground Lord Shi's bones to dust, but Yu Qingqing was undoubtedly the murderess, he couldn't bear this blame.
Luo Qingling didn't necessarily believe this, but she thought it wasn't the time to explore the truth now. Gripping Ji Changsheng's sleeve, she urgently said, "Let's get out of Guanyin Hall first."
"Afraid of what? If one practices righteousness in his dealings, he won't be terrified in the middle of the night," Ji Changsheng replied.
Not only was Ji Changsheng not guilty, he even walked over and rebuked the wailing disciples of Guanyin Hall, "What are you crying for? I'm not dead yet."
"Ah... Hall Master? Ghost!"
One of the teary-eyed female disciples rolled her eyes and immediately passed out.
The other disciples of Guanyin Temple who were startled by her screams didn't react too much upon seeing Ji Changsheng.
"Hall Master, are you unharmed?"
"Nonsense."