The sky was faintly bright, a ray of sunlight just emerging on the horizon.
Immortal Overlapping Rock, Guanyin's Footprint.
"Uh... huh... uh... huh..."
The old monk was lying in a pool of blood beside the footprint of Bodhisattva Guanyin, the blood flowing from his wounds completely filled the footprint, making it look particularly tragic.
His face was bruised and battered, covered in blood, one of his eyes was swollen shut, and even a few of his teeth had been knocked out.
The pattering rain fell on the old monk's face, yet it still couldn't wash the bloodstains clean.
"Killing me won't help, the Buddha statue, the Buddha statue is not with me, it was lost long ago..." Clutching his chest, struggling to sit up, the old monk weakly said to a middle-aged man a few steps away.
