Chapter 94 Who do you think you are, Elder Jinchi?
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I always hear someone calling me in my sleep.
After waking up, Li Chengqian still had beads of sweat on his forehead, and he wiped it away.
"It turned out to be a dream." Li Chengqian said speechlessly, "I am already a practitioner. Even if ordinary souls come to haunt me, it will be difficult to hurt me. I am still frightened by the dream and feel ashamed."
"His Royal Highness, save me..." A faint voice automatically penetrated into Li Chengqian's ears.
"Who? Who is where?" Li Chengqian looked around. The darkness around him was like a thick fog that could not be dissolved. Even the stars and moon outside the window did not know where they were.
"Your Highness, the poor monk is the elder Jinchi of Guanyin Temple. He died in a fire. He has resentment in his heart and cannot enter the underworld. Please save me, Prince." The voice was trembling, with resentment and longing in it. p>
"Are you Elder Jinchi of Guanyin Temple? But there seems to be no such blessed place in our country of the Tang Dynasty..." The fear in Li Chengqian's heart emerged unconsciously, even though he told himself that he was no longer a mortal, but a practitioner.
But I still have a deep-rooted fear of the dead.
"Your Highness, I don't know. Although the Zen Temple of Poor Monk is thousands of miles away to the west of Chang'an, it seems irrelevant.
But we are both in the Nanzhan continent, only five or six thousand miles away from the two boundary mountains of the Tang Dynasty. Now I am unjustly dead because of someone from the Tang Dynasty. I hope His Highness the Crown Prince can save me." Elder Jinchi begged.
The old monk's figure was insubstantial, but his voice was sad and sad.
"If I can save him, I will do my best to help. What happened?" Li Chengqian was surprised that a distant monk who was complaining about injustice actually came to his Miaoyou Immortal Hall to complain about him.