C28 Scrub Monk

It was already deep into the night, and the bright moon hung high in the sky!

An old monk with a broom was walking slowly on the wide official road.

"Amitabha, Buddha is merciful!"

The old monk looked in the direction of Wei Yuanmao and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

The voice wasn't loud, but it landed clearly in the ears of Wei Yuanmao and the others.

"Who is it?"

Qiao Feng bellowed