Long Yue's expression turned cold, staring at the Great Monk for a long time without speaking.
Did he really take her for a fool?
Evil spirits? That's ridiculous, where are the evil spirits around here?
"It seems you monks still aren't honest!"
Long Yue's gaze turned sharp as she slowly stood up, looking at him.
The Great Monk hurriedly chanted a Buddhist phrase, "Benefactor, there are indeed evil spirits in this place. I am not speaking falsehoods!"
"Ha! Really? Fine, bring out a few evil spirits. If there are any, I won't deal with you!"
Long Yue used the word "bring," which would lead the imagination to wander, but definitely in a frightening direction rather than anything else.
The Great Monk blinked and clasped his hands together, "Many people have died in this palace, and the resentment is heavy! Benefactor, I have no intention of deception."
"Evidence, I only want evidence. Without evidence, it's just a lie!"
Long Yue waved her hand, seeming very impatient.
