Chapter 67: Secrets of the Temple (2)
The pagoda was filled with dust and rusted mottles while the floor was covered with debris.
Even though there was a fight outside that turned the heavens upside down, the pagoda maintained its tranquility. The buddhist candle at the top of the pagoda was still radiating a faint and gentle light.
Feng Feiyun traveled along the wooden stairs and finally made it to the top. There were no creatures nor formations along the way. This was entirely outside of his expectations.
However, once he made it to the top, everything then betrayed his expectations even more.
“Crackling!”
On the wooden floor was a burning bonfire. On top of the fire was an iron staff with a giant scorpion, it was around the size of a human head. The scorpion was already burnt brown with white smoke and issued a meaty scent.
Roasting the scorpion was a monk around eight feet tall with a muscular body and huge chains over his body.
His chest was half revealed and there was a tattoo on it. It had the shape of a black dragon raising its claws to the left and a ferocious white tiger to the right.
With the tattoos on his body, it seemed like this was not a nice person. He was more like the boss of a certain gang.
Plus, this monk was also using his buddhist staff as a tool to roast meat, and it was a scorpion of all things. His arm, the size of a water bucket, continued to rotate while roasting and drinking wine at the same time.
The monk was seated on a wooden board. His chubby head glanced at Feng Feiyun and gave a very friendly smile, but in Feng Feiyun’s eyes, this smile was no different than a ferocious sneer of a butcher.
“Big Brother Feiyun, this monk won’t let me go. Big Brother, hurry and save me.”