This Monk Has A Screw Loose In His Head

"Bull…" At that moment, another woman's voice sounded. Following that, a capable-looking woman walked over. She looked to be in her forties, and her face appeared to have suffered the ravages of time. However, her knitted brows showed her frustration, as though Fangzheng was no human but just trouble incarnate.

"Abbot Fangzheng, it's great that you're here too." Officers Li and Zhao ran over as well. They believed that it was thanks to Fangzheng being around last night that they were unharmed by the demonic monsters. Therefore, the two of them were extremely enthusiastic towards him. They yearned to stick close to him.

"Officers, who is this young master?" At that moment, a gentle voice sounded.

Following that, an elder with white hair walked over. He looked to be almost sixty, but he walked briskly. Clearly, the elder was surprisingly strong and healthy.