Chapter 487: Bo Yanchen: Are These Her Ashes?

Bo Yanchen's eyes were sharp and his hands quick as he grabbed Little Second and ducked into hiding.

With a creak, the sanctuary's gate was pushed open.

Several monks passed through the archway and entered the courtyard.

They carried oil lamps and peered into the dry well, one of them remarked,

"Still locked as I left it, untouched by anyone."

The leader nodded, "Alright, get ready, let's begin."

Another monk, curious, asked,

"What kind of deep grudge would lead someone to want to place ashes in here?

This well suppresses countless evil ghosts who are barred from reincarnation life after life, filled with immense resentment! Even the most powerful spirits that enter would be torn to shreds."

The leading monk scolded,

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't know, be careful not to bring disaster upon yourself!"

The man hastily nodded, "Yes!"

The monks sat around the dry well, beginning to chant.

Clearly, they were not praying for blessings but carrying out suppression.