This is a small temple with only two front and back halls. The front hall enshrines the River God, and the back hall enshrines Guanyin.
Zhang Cheng carried the old woman into the back hall and then placed her on the ground.
The two of them were dressed entirely in black, with black cloths covering their faces, leaving only their eyes exposed.
Fu Zhen crouched down and pinched two acupuncture points on the old woman's neck, rubbing them a few times, and the old woman slowly woke up.
His skill was so adept and practiced that Zhang Cheng couldn't help but show a look of admiration.
However, his master had more than a few astounding skills. After having charged up the mountain last time alone, anything he showed after that was no big deal.
The old woman opened her eyes, her vision gradually focusing. Seeing Fu Zhen with a cold glare squatting in front of her, she trembled and immediately sat up.
"...Who, who are you?!"
