Huiming's expression remained unchanged. "Jingyuan, you're still as mischievous as ever."
Master Jingyuan stuck out his tongue and made a face. "Hehehe, the money is gone, so you have to wear the silver bracelet with me."
"Naive." Huiming put his hands together. "Amitabha, Shikong is indeed my disciple. I will cooperate with the Special Administration Bureau's investigation."
Lin Xi carefully examined the old monk in front of her. His face was serene, his eyes were full of compassion, and his voice carried a magical power that seemed to soothe people's hearts.
Her impression of Huiming was based on Jiang Ji's description: a Buddhist rosary sold for fifty million; this abbot was no ordinary person.
Huiming was also looking at her, but he only glanced at her before lowering his head, seemingly afraid to meet her gaze.
Lin Xi asked, "What are you afraid of?"
Huiming smiled faintly, “Your body is extraordinary, and I have the utmost respect for you.”
Shi Kong was wrong, utterly and completely wrong.
Master Jingyuan nudged him, "Our little grandmaster is no ordinary person. She blew up the Taoist temple at four, caught zombies at five, and was climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles at six..."
Lin Xi tapped his head. "Old man, your skin is itching again!"
Master Jingyuan immediately shut up.
Coo coo coo—!
My stomach started growling uncontrollably.
Master Jingyuan gave an awkward laugh, “I haven’t eaten all day, I’m hungry. You can’t mistreat criminals.”
"Pah! I'm not a criminal, I can't mistreat the elderly."
Lin Xi rubbed her empty stomach. "I ate breakfast and rushed over, so I'm a bit hungry."
Gu Qingqing said, "Sister, we'll prepare the meal right away. You should rest for a while."
She arranged things methodically: "Feifei will make tea, Leopard will start a fire, and Xiongxiong will go hunting."
Okay.
The fairies scattered, and Gu Qingqing transformed back into human form. "Sister, please sit down."
The room was a mess; the table was overturned and the chairs were broken.
Gu Qingqing sighed, "I'll tidy up first, you can start the interrogation."
The four of them stood outside the door waiting. Lin Xi casually found a place to sit down and said, "Master Huiming, tell me about your disciple."
Judging from his appearance, Master Huiming was a highly respected monk, and his whole body radiated a faint golden light, which was enough to prove that he was a good monk.
It is truly unbelievable that such a person could produce a traitor.
Master Huiming sat down on the ground. “Benefactor, there is nothing to say. The moment Shikong injured me, he completely changed. I don’t understand his true thoughts.”
Lin Xi was silent for a moment, then asked, "Why did Shi Kong join the Chaos Society?"
Huiming said, word by word, "For world peace."
Lin Xi: ? ? ?
Master Jingyuan and Yunyan were equally puzzled.
Master Jingyuan frowned deeply. "What the hell? Joining an organization full of bloodshed and killing for the sake of world peace? Is he out of his mind?"
He had a bold guess: "Is Shi Kong an undercover agent? Was he forced to join the Chaos Society to provide intelligence to the Special Administration Bureau?"
Yun Yan spoke up, "That's not true. Even if the Special Administration Bureau were to choose an undercover agent, they wouldn't choose a monk."
Huiming shook his head. "No one forced Shikong. He joined that organization voluntarily for... world peace."
Master Kong learned about illusory phenomena and often locked himself in his meditation room, sometimes not coming out for three days and three nights.
Two months ago, Shi Kong's eyes were bloodshot and his expression was crazed. "Master, I saw it! I finally saw it!!"
Huiming: "What did you see?"
Shi Kong laughed loudly, "I'm going to find the truth! I'm going to save the world!"
Huiming thought he had gone mad. "Shikong, get some sleep."
"No, I can't sleep, I'll forget..."
Shi Kong suddenly went berserk, injured him with the Vajra Palm, and then disappeared.
Huiming started his search for Shikong from the capital city and traveled south, eventually discovering his whereabouts in southern Yunnan.
After hearing this, Master Jingyuan's face scrunched up. "Shikong is indeed sick. He has gone mad from practicing his martial arts."
“Huiming, we’re better off without such a rebellious disciple.” He introduced Yunyan, “My disciple is sensible and obedient. In the future, let him collect your body and help you book the crematorium. We’ll provide a one-stop service.”
"Disciple, is that so?"
Yun Yan glanced at his unreliable master but remained silent.
Huiming chuckled twice. "I don't know if Shikong has gone astray, but he is very clear-headed and knows what he is doing. Everything is his own choice."
Lin Xi pondered, "What a strange monk, joining a murder organization for the sake of world peace."
She looked at the old monk beside her, "You know he's stubbornly unrepentant, so why are you looking for him?"
"This matter..." Huiming became much more serious, "Shikong stole the treasure of Qingxin Temple."
Master Jingyuan blurted out: "Relic."
Huiming nodded slightly, "To be precise, it's something sealed by a relic."
When a highly accomplished monk passes away, his physical body transforms into relics.
A huge relic was placed in the main hall of Qingxin Temple. The relic disappeared on the day Shikong vanished.
Lin Xi took out a piece of sheet metal from her small bag. "Is this what the relic looks like?"
“Yes.” Huiming looked at the distant sky. “Shikong took this thing away.”
Linxi currently has three fragments: one taken from Wu Ting's body, one left behind by Qian Jin, and one from the sacred land of the Northeast Fox Clan.
The fourth piece was actually in Qingxin Temple; this fragment of the sacred artifact was stolen by Shikong.
Huiming muttered to himself, saying something that seemed plausible but ultimately unreliable: "Things are inanimate objects, people are alive. The past is set in stone, the future is unpredictable. Shikong doesn't understand; perhaps what he saw was only one possibility... Amitabha..."
He was lost in his own thoughts, closing his eyes and reciting the Great Compassion Mantra.
Master Jingyuan tugged at his beard in frustration, "Stop chanting, my head hurts."
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