When Fourth Master summoned Qin Gang and asked him how his confession was going, Qin Gang looked ashamed and explained that even though he tried to force the men with the same ruthlessness as Fourth Master, they either remained unmoved or couldn't give a clear answer. This was because the remaining two men were so inconspicuous; they looked like anyone else in a crowd, with nothing special about them. There was no modern sketching available, and no suitable artist to create a portrait. The two portraits of Fourteenth were drawn by the artist himself after meeting the men in person!

Fourth Master had anticipated this situation, so he had already come up with a solution.

So, Fourth Master told Qin Gang his plan and then asked him to cooperate in putting on a big show!

"Then this humble servant must inform the master?" Qin Gang was now completely convinced of Fourth Master's abilities.

"Okay, you go and make the arrangements. I'll discuss it with Xiniu and Fourteenth Master, and we'll try our best to put on a good show!" Fourth Master said.

Qin Gang nodded and left to carry out the order. Fourth Master, Fourteenth Master, and Xiniu discussed the matter further before splitting up to prepare to lure out the two fish that had been caught.

Outside, the abbot and the monk dressed as Emperor Kangxi still sat on the altar in front of the main hall, telling stories of the Buddha to the worshippers who came to pay their respects. At this time, ordinary people had virtually no entertainment activities; at most, they would watch plays, and secondly, they would go to temples to worship and offer incense—that was their entire spiritual life.

One of the last two assassins that the Fourth Prince and his men were looking for was sitting among this group of people. He had wanted to take the opportunity to get close to "Kangxi" by asking the host questions, but he never had the chance, so he could only sit in the crowd and wait for an opportunity.

Amidst the rising incense smoke, people listened to the abbot recount the story of Buddha Shakyamuni.

"Master, please summon my husband's spirit back!" A woman's delicate voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.

The abbot, facing the light from outside, saw a woman dressed in mourning clothes appear at the door. The worshippers also turned to look. A young woman, about fourteen years old, dressed in white mourning clothes, her face staggering with tears, stumbled in. The worshippers automatically made way for her. She ran to the abbot, knelt down with a thud, and cried, "Master, please summon my husband's soul! I'm afraid he'll go to the eighteenth level of hell!"

The pilgrims, seeing the young woman who had suddenly appeared, began to whisper among themselves. They had been somewhat drowsy and tired from listening to the Buddhist teachings, some even nearly falling asleep. But then this young woman arrived, weeping so bitterly, and their spirits were instantly lifted.

"Who are you sitting here? What brings you here? Why are you weeping and wailing before my Buddha?" the abbot asked, frowning.

"Master, I didn't mean it. I've come to beg Buddha to help me send my husband's soul to heaven. Otherwise, he'll surely go to the eighteenth level of hell!" After saying this, the woman started crying again.

At this moment, Fourth Master, Fourteenth Master, and Qin Gang had also quietly entered from outside. They stood at the back of the crowd, observing everyone present. Indeed, the one who had just entered in mourning clothes and was crying was Xiniu in disguise. Her purpose was to attract everyone's attention. Fourth Master, Fourteenth Master, and Qin Gang, meanwhile, began scanning everyone in the crowd from behind.

"What are you talking about? Tell me quickly and clearly!" the host said. The Fourth Master hadn't informed him beforehand about cooperating with Xiniu, so the host was unaware that the woman before him was sent by the Fourth Master.

“Master. My husband started believing in the White Lotus Sect last year. He kept taking some kind of elixir, saying it could grant immortality, but he still died. I went to the White Lotus Sect to reason with them, but they told me that my husband had gone to the immortal realm,” Xiniu said, crying.

Upon hearing this, the worshippers began whispering and discussing among themselves.

"What White Lotus Sect are you talking about? This humble monk has never heard of it. Please tell me in detail," said the abbot.

“Yes, I don’t know what this White Lotus Sect is either. They say that following the sect leader can ward off evil and bring good fortune, and that eating their elixir can grant immortality. Many people in our village have already started to believe in this White Lotus Sect. They often ask us believers to give them money, saying that the sect leader needs money to refine the elixir. My husband’s family used to have twenty acres of fertile land, a comfortable life, and a harmonious relationship between my mother-in-law and me. But ever since my husband believed in this White Lotus Sect last year, he has often come back to ask my father-in-law for money. Gradually, our land has been pawned and sold off, and now we can barely afford a hot meal. But as if things weren’t going to be bad, my husband suddenly died last month. We called a doctor, who said he was poisoned.” Xiniu became more and more emotional as she spoke.

The Fourth Master, who was always out in the shadows, secretly admired Xi Niu's acting skills. He glanced at the Fourteenth Master, who returned a helpless look to him.

After hearing Xi Niu's words, the worshippers began to whisper amongst themselves again. Some of them had even been in contact with the White Lotus Sect, and some had even consumed the White Lotus Sect leader's elixir.

"Your husband died of poisoning. What kind of poison?" Upon hearing this, the abbot frowned even more deeply.

"The doctor said my husband died of mercury poisoning. Master, how could my husband die from such a thing? Later, two people came, claiming to be the left and right protectors of the White Lotus Sect. They said that we had to give them another fifty taels of silver so that my husband could enter the celestial realm and become an immortal, otherwise he would go to hell. Master, my husband died inexplicably, or was he poisoned by some kind of poison? I suspect that my husband gradually became mercury poisoned because he ate that White Lotus Sect's elixir." Xi Niu said, following the script that Fourth Master had given her.

The crowd began to stir, but one person remained silent. He kept quiet, staring at Xi Niu, seemingly disgusted that she spoke ill of the White Lotus Sect.

"Fourth Brother, have you figured out who the assassin is?" Fourteenth Brother whispered to Fourth Master.

"Not yet, but soon!" Fourth Master said. His eyes quickly swept over everyone in the hall. When his eyes landed on the assassin, he noticed that he remained completely unmoved by Xiniu's words, unlike the others whose expressions changed drastically. His expression was constant, as if he hadn't heard a word Xiniu said. In fact, his gaze towards Xiniu was filled with disgust.

"Qin Gang, what do you think? Where exactly is he hiding?" Fourth Master asked Qin Gang, who was standing next to him.