Chapter 365: The Calamity of the City God

At the break of dawn, Li Yan and his companions galloped along.

As they crossed the river, he turned back to glance once more, the dilapidated Zhaode Temple had completely vanished from sight.

"Young Hero Li, can we trust the words of that old demon?"

Wu Dehai, looking hesitant, couldn't help but inquire.

"It wouldn't dare to lie."

Li Yan said coldly, "The Ghost Monk in the temple recited the 'Infinite Life Sutra.' If I'm not mistaken, that creature's Dao is terrifying; it has become its own Pure Land, both inside and out."

"However, although the monk can flee, the temple cannot. Its 'Pure Land' is trapped here, unable to leave, so it would rather be suppressed for a hundred years in hope of rebuilding the temple."

"This old thing is cunning; even if we set it on fire, it likely won't damage its foundation, so it feigns misery to gain our aid in escaping its calamity."

"So that's how it is..."