章節 72: Linhe Ghost Grave

A thunder-like voice sounded.

It sounded particularly ear-piercing in the dark night.

Su Changyu and Ye Ping both opened their eyes at the same time.

Neither of them spoke and simply watched their surroundings vigilantly.

At this moment, a red shadow appeared.

Ye Ping looked over.

It was a woman in red who was flying towards them in midair.

There was a monk in a white robe behind them who looked refined and clean. He emerged from the darkness and stared at the woman in red.

"Venerable, I have no feud with you, why do you have to drive me to death? Isn't Buddhism all about kindness and compassion? Just let me go, I promise I won't dare to do it again."

The woman's voice seemed extremely pitiful.

"Demon, you're already an evil cultivator because you've harmed mortals for the sake of absorbing Yang energy and your cultivation. I may be a Buddhist, but compassion belongs to the Buddha. I'll send you to the Buddha."