Before the Yin family members could speak, they were interrupted by a voice that seemed to come out of nowhere.
"impossible!"
Lightning illuminated Yin Huaizhu's face; his expression was solemn, and his eyes were as black as ink.
Then came another clap of thunder, as if a spring rain was about to fall.
When Yin Huaifu and the others saw Yin Huaizhu walking out from the shadows, they all stepped forward.
"Fifth Brother!"
Yin Huaijin spoke first, asking, "Fifth brother, is what those masters said true? Is the little girl living in your garden a demoness in disguise?"
Yin Huairong frowned and asked, "What did that monk mean by 'the Zhenling Division registering'? Does he mean he's going to take her in?"
Yin Huaicheng stepped forward and grabbed Yin Huaizhu's arm, then said, "Those masters said that the demon will affect your lifespan?"
Yin Huaizhu's gaze swept over them one by one, finally landing on the old monk in front of them.
He withdrew his gaze heavily and patted Yin Huaicheng's hand that was holding his arm: "I'll handle this, you guys go back first."
Yin Huaizhu stopped looking at them and stepped forward to confront the monks.
When Old Master Yin was about to speak, Yin Huaizhu gestured for a few people to come forward and pull Old Master Yin inside the gate.
Yin Huaizhu instructed the bodyguards behind her to close the door.
Then he said, "Since you're looking for me, you shouldn't involve my family."
The monk bowed with one hand and said, "Amitabha."
"You are always impartial and incorruptible, so why did you make an exception for this demon? Do you still remember your duty? Don't let your mind cloud your judgment!"
The other monks also advised, "It would be best for you to understand the greater good."
..............
"Are you done talking?"
Yin Huaizhu's gaze was deep: "I have never been a good person. Your so-called impartiality and righteousness have nothing to do with me."
When it comes to matters related to him, he certainly doesn't possess that so-called impartiality and profound sense of justice.
He has always been ruthless.
Upon hearing this, the people in front exchanged bewildered glances.
The thunder was approaching.
Yin Huaizhu smiled and said, "It's going to rain, so please go back. And please don't make the vegetarian meals so salty in the future."
The rain began to fall in a light drizzle, wetting the ground.
Yin Huaizhu looked at the sky, turned around to go back, but was stopped by the monk behind her.
"donor!"
Seeing this, the old monks stepped forward and blocked Yin Huaizhu's path in a semi-encircling formation.
"If you cannot bring yourself to do it, then leave it to us monks to handle!"
One of the monks took off his robe and threw it into the air, where it spread out to shield the dripping rainwater.
Looking at this determined group, they were determined not to give up until they achieved their goal.
Yin Huaizhu slowly raised her eyes, her gaze dark and unfathomable, and the curve of her lips turned unusually cold.
Several golden rays shot out from his palm, tearing the rain-shielding cassock in mid-air to shreds.
The monks looked up and saw the pieces of cloth falling from the sky with the rain, covering them completely. They all frowned.
Another monk tossed out his robe and placed it on his head.
They clasped their hands together, their gazes resolute: "Amitabha."
Yin Huaizhu glanced at the red cassock in mid-air, looked at the Yin family gate, and then several golden lights appeared on his body before he disappeared from the spot.
In the quiet bedroom, a flash of golden light disappeared.
"Master!"
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