Chapter 268 Retribution

An old monk with a compassionate face walked slowly in from outside the door. His kasaya was tattered and torn, contrasting sharply with the abbot's luxurious garment. Barefooted, his grizzly eyebrows hung down to his shoulders.

"It's you again, you bald donkey!" the abbot on the ground suddenly let out a strange noise.

The voice seemed both male and female, yet carried a despairing, eerie power that echoed throughout the temple.

At that moment, Shanxing seemed to witness the most terrifying thing in the world, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Amitabha Buddha, last time I let you, this fiend, escape, but this time, I won't make the same mistake again," the old monk muttered to himself.

He looked around and saw corpses everywhere; the bright red blood made the entire hall stink and hard to stand.

The sacred hall of the Buddhist Sect was thus desecrated by this Demon Head.

"Quite the big talk. Let's see if you can live up to it," the abbot had gotten up from the ground.