C148 Lin Xiaoxian Was the Scapegoat

The night was chilling, and a biting wind howled through the dilapidated temple ruins.

Though the rain had ceased, a remnant of murderous intent lingered, sketching an invisible prison on the ground that confined the Divine Monk within the temple's walls.

The Divine Monk was beset by a headache, yet he found himself without a solution.

"Amitabha. You've bested me