Compared to Jianxing, who lowered his head and spoke stutteringly, the young monk Jianwu was much more cheerful. His eyes were rolling around all the way. He wanted to ask questions but was afraid of offending the distinguished guest, so he could only scratch his ears and cheeks.

Mingzhi saw his anxious look and laughed in his heart.

Of course, he had no interest in answering questions for a curious little monk, but since Jianxing, the traitor, was not around, and he did have some questions to ask, Mingzhi spoke as if he was just chatting casually:

"Jianwu, I have a question: Why is this Jinchan Temple called Jinchan Temple?"

Jian Wu was slightly startled, and then replied:

"In reply to Master, I really don't know..."

"Oh?" Akechi smiled. "How long have you been here?"

"I have been practicing in this temple for about five or six years." Jianwu said embarrassedly, "Since I started practicing, this temple has always been called Jinchan Temple, so I really don't know why it is called this."

"That's fine." Mingzhi waved his hand gently. "The Sutra Library is in the front hall, right?"

"The Sutra Repository, the Hall of Enlightenment, and the Hall of Proclaiming the Dharma are all in the front hall." Jianwu replied quickly.

"So that's how it is." Mingzhi chanted a Buddhist name. "The abbot just said that there are dirty places in the back hall, so you are not allowed to enter without permission. Does this dirty place refer to the toilet?"

Here he played a little trick. He did not ask directly "What is it?", but knowing that the answer was definitely wrong, he deliberately asked "Is it this?" to arouse the other party's desire to refute.

“Of course not!” Jian Wu was fooled. He subconsciously denied it at first, then said, “In there…”

He suddenly shuddered, and quickly bowed his head and said "Amitabha", and said carefully:

"Master, please don't ask. I don't know anything..."

No, you know. Mingzhi looked at Jianwu coldly, knowing that the other party was not on guard, but knew that there was something terrible hidden in the back hall, so he subconsciously did not want to get too involved in this topic.

This made Mingzhi even more interested in what was hidden in the back hall.

I must find Jianxing to ask him later.

When Jianwu led him to the east wing and found his residence, he saw the little monk running away without looking back, completely lacking the agility and curiosity he had before.

Mingzhi didn't care about it at all and just sat in meditation.

At three o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on the door.

"Master, I'll get the Buddhist scripture you requested for you."

Hearing the stuttering voice, Mingzhi laughed secretly and said:

"Come in."

The young monk Jianxing walked in stumblingly, holding a stack of Buddhist scriptures with difficulty.

Mingzhi saw that he was struggling and was about to speak, but he heard Jianxing suddenly whisper to him:

"Don't talk too much. The host already knows what you asked Jianwu earlier."

"Oh?" Mingzhi thought for a moment and asked, "Did Jianwu tell on you?"

"No." Jianxing did not continue to explain, but just said, "In Jinchan Temple, you must be careful with your words and actions, in case there are ears behind the walls."

"Why don't you stutter anymore?" Mingzhi asked in surprise.

"It's not important!" Jian Xing said angrily, "I can't stay here for too long. I'm leaving now."

"Wait, I have some questions..." Mingzhi asked quickly, "How can we contact you?"

The other party obviously hesitated, and finally said:

"I will contact you, just wait and don't cause me any trouble!"

After saying this, the young monk lowered his head and chanted "Amitabha", then quietly stepped back and left.

"Interesting, really interesting." Mingzhi smiled in his heart and said, "What kind of dangerous place is this Jinchan Temple? The young monk Jianwu didn't tell me what I said, so how did the abbot know about it? Did he plant a bug on the roadside?"

"What is a bug?" Kunlun Jing asked curiously.

"It's a spell that can record all sounds within a specified range..." Mingzhi suddenly had an idea, "Wait, do you think it could be the formation that covers the entire temple?"

Thinking of this, Mingzhi began to scan the surroundings again, carefully observing and studying the formation under his feet.

"Sure enough, I knew it!" He sneered again, "This formation is not mainly for external use, but for internal use."

"Not only can it monitor all sounds within the cave, but even the actions of the monks in the temple cannot be hidden from the other party's eyes and ears... This is a large internal surveillance camera!"

"Then why did the abbot do this?" Su Mingjian asked curiously, "Surveilling the entire temple... because you're worried about a spy?"

"In other words, everyone could be a traitor," Mingzhi said confidently. "Only when the abbot believes that all monks are untrustworthy will he resort to such an exaggerated method of monitoring the entire temple."

"And this method must be related to the back hall that no one is allowed to enter."

"So are you planning to explore the back hall?" Kunlun Jing asked.

"No," Mingzhi said, "Although the old monk must be waiting for me to explore the back hall, if I run over there on the first day I come in, doesn't it mean that I came here for this purpose and am a spy with bad intentions?"

"Let's rest here for a while first, and then, because we have nothing to do and are 'curious', we'll go for a walk around the back hall... When we're acting, we have to perform the whole show."

Seeing that he was fully prepared, Yijing and Yijian did not ask any more questions. Mingzhi casually took the Buddhist scriptures that the little monk had brought, spread them out on his legs and read them. Suddenly, Kunlun Mirror asked:

"Then you will stay here for a while. What will happen to your wife?"

Witch Jiang... Mingzhi was stunned for a moment. This was a bit of a headache.

"How about, Ajing, you pretend to be Wei Dongliu and teleport out to hold her back for me?" he asked suddenly with an idea.

"I don't want to!" Kunlun Jing blushed and spat at him.

What do you and that witch Jiang do most on a daily basis? Have you forgotten?

Now you want me to pretend to be you to deal with her, aren't you afraid that I will cheat on you... No, I don't have that kind of fetish, and I will never do that kind of thing with that witch!

"Why not?" Mingzhi showed a surprised look, "A Jing, I'm here to help you get the fragments of the Bu Tian Stone! You don't want me to be unable to devote all my energy because I'm worried about a fire in the backyard, right?"

"Don't say any more." Kunlun Jing interrupted him and said, "It's impossible anyway. Impossible is impossible."

The mirror began to speak incoherently, and Mingzhi was slightly startled, but then he quickly reacted.

Fortunately, A Jing is not a fierce spirit who can eat both men and women, otherwise, if he met Madam Jiang who is unaware of the truth, wouldn’t he be like a sheep walking into a tiger’s mouth... No, I always feel that Madam Jiang may not be fooled by A Jing, and it’s not certain who will eat whom at that time!

Thinking of this, Mingzhi did not mention the matter of asking Ajing to impersonate him. He just read books silently at night, looking immersed in Buddhism.