Next to the incense burner, there was a vase with a bunch of pure white flowers in it.

  When Jing Wan'er turned around, that person was no longer in the main hall. She stared at the flower again, took a few more glances, and slowly stood up.

  Jing Wan'er left the Mahavira Hall along the original path before the monks who were sweeping finished their work. The monks who were looking for her didn't know where she went, but once she left the Qinglong Temple, they had nothing to do with her anymore.

  Jing Wan'er hastily returned to Pei Tan's courtyard, those yamen runners who went to burn incense had already all come back. They looked at Jing Wan'er separately, and Jing Wan'er smiled openly.

  She just took a little longer to go, who let there be so many people in need of her blessings? The Jin family has more than 30 mouths to feed after being exiled, and each person needs to be blessed, she's actually quite fast.

  Jing's daughter walked to Pei Tan's side with a carefree attitude.

  It's less than half a watch until they leave at noon. "Sir, when can we return to the Dali Temple?"

  The other officials did not know that such a thing as a secret edict existed. As for the fact that he was still staying at Qinglong Temple, some people were already puzzled in their hearts.

  Pei Tan could only look at the monk by the door and said, "It's already past noon, please hurry up and take us to pick him up."

  It's better to finish this imperial decree as soon as possible.

  Two grey-robed monks appeared at the door, bowed their heads and exchanged a few words. They turned around, clasped their hands together in greeting to Pei Tan, and said: "Benefactor, please do not be anxious. It's not that we are unwilling to bring people, but...the key to that attic is only in the possession of Master Hui Gen. We too are waiting for Master to arrive."

  Bai Tan's eyebrows slightly furrowed, why would the person they were going to pick up need a key.

  The two words "attic" made Jing Wanyan's heart beat unconsciously, and she immediately looked at the monk who spoke.

  Pei Tan knew that some things were better left unasked. After a moment's thought, he asked the monk, "May I ask when did your esteemed brother arrive?"

  The monk slightly lowered his head: "We are also looking for Brother Hui Gen."

  Jing Wan'er slightly turned her head, this Qinglong Temple was indeed no less impressive than the palace she used to live in. Without mentioning the thousands of monks inside, just finding one with a wise root would likely take walking around the temple for an hour.

  "Huigen Shixiong is the abbot's only legitimate disciple, so in the temple, important large and small scripture halls, key-keeping are all taken care of by Huigen Shixiong." a little monk said.

  But Jing Wanyu remembered that Hui Gen, including the appearance he met yesterday, was a monk who had a heavier aura than ordinary people. Why did the highly respected Master Xuanlian have a special affection for this disciple?

  "Who lives in your attic?" Jing Yuanyu suddenly spoke up, her eyes fixed on the little monk who was speaking.

  The little monk's eyes dodged for a moment, "This... we are not very clear."

  Jing Wan'er looked at him and suddenly had a hint of melancholy in her eyes. A monk doesn't speak falsely, this little monk was clearly not used to telling lies.

  Just as Jing Wanyu was about to ask again, suddenly a series of footsteps sounded, and several monks rushed to the front door of the courtyard, saying seriously to the little monk: "Master Hui Gen has gone missing, and Master has been alarmed!"

  Just then, the group of monks suddenly looked up and gazed at the people in the courtyard of the Great Temple. Jing Yu'er was wondering what these monks were doing when she discovered that their eyes were all fixed on her.

  An older monk lowered his face and walked into the courtyard first, followed by other monks.

  The monk's eyes stared at Jing Yuane'er: "Miss, dare to ask you what kind of grievance do you have with our temple?"

  Pei Tan's goal was Jing Wanyu as soon as he saw the monk, and his face changed instantly.

  Jing Wan'er's expression also changed from being carefree to becoming calm, she said lightly: "I've come to this temple for the first time, I don't understand what Little Master means."

  The monk took a step forward, his face somewhat unfriendly: "In the Buddhist temple, Master Hui Gen clearly said that you came to this temple many years ago, why did the female donor want to lie?"

  In Buddhist terms, telling lies is a way of creating karma. Hui Gen calling Jing Yuanyuan "a seductress" seems to be not wrong.

  Jing Wan'er looked at this group of monks and from their distrustful expressions, she already understood that Hui Gen's words had made them deeply suspicious.

  She suddenly sneered, "What's the fuss about the Buddhist sanctum? Your so-called senior brother used false words to hurt me, a young woman. Haven't you committed an offense against your Buddha's teachings?"

  Several monks changed color, Jing Yuanyu swept each of them with a glance. Unless their master, Master Xuanlian, came in person, no one could confirm that she had ever appeared at the Qinglong Temple. A mere little clever root, she wasn't afraid.

  Pei's eyes gazed at the girl with a hint of melancholy: "You really haven't been here before?"

  Jing Wan'er subconsciously smiled lightly: "Does Milord think that five years ago, Wan'er's identity would have been able to enter the Qinglong Temple?"

  Pei Tan stared at her for a long time, but Jing Wanyan remained calm from start to finish. As long as it wasn't proven by evidence, it didn't count as true.

  Pei Tan looked at the monks in the courtyard after a long while: "This woman is a maid of my Dali Temple, five years ago she was still young, women's appearance changes easily, perhaps that little master remembered wrongly."

  These monks were still a bit intimidated by Pei Tan, the man in official uniform, but they didn't want to let Jin Yuanyu go either. After a while, they said: "Hui Gen Shixiong is not an ordinary monk, he is the most talented cultivator in our temple, five years is a long time for ordinary people, but Shixiong's memory is naturally different from that of ordinary people."

  Implicitly and explicitly, they trusted and revered Huiyuan's wisdom, second only to their abbot Master Xuanyan.

  What's so special about Ke Hui Gen that makes these monks listen to him?

  Jing Wan'er's eyes had a chill, did these monks still suspect that her master brother's disappearance was done by her? Moreover, Hui Gen...

  "Last night, Master's last words to us were to beware of this woman." The monk still stared at Jing Yuanyu, "How do you explain?"

  Jing Wan'er's eyes rolled over, and she sneered coldly: "That means your senior brother, the last person to see him last night, wasn't me."

  Pei Tiantian's eyes moved slightly. The Temple of Great Wisdom had made judging cases a habit, and usually when investigating something, the last person seen was crucial.

  That monk was choked by Jing Yuanyuan, but his eyes still showed unwillingness.

  Jing Wan'er raised an eyebrow: "So the high-ranking monks of Qinglong Temple are so garrulous. If your senior brother's cultivation is high, how can he be easily controlled by others."

  Although she had something to hide about coming to the Qinglong Temple, she had nothing to do with this Hui Gen and Shang, and was justified.

  The monks obviously had no experience with real eloquence and were now speechless in refutation.

  "We will stay in the temple for a while and help you find that young master with a small root of wisdom as soon as possible."

  It's hard to hit a smiling face, and since Pei Tan was so willing to yield, the monks of Qinglong Temple couldn't press on either.

  As long as the people from Dali Temple don't leave Qinglong Temple, they can still come back to find Jing Wanyu at any time.

  They left two monks guarding outside the yard, with an unspoken intention.

  Pei Tan looked at Jing Wanyu only then, he didn't speak up first, but sometimes the meaning of silence was already very obvious.

  Although Jing Wanyi was eloquent in front of the monk, she couldn't avoid a single point. Why did Hui Gen of Qinglong Temple recognize her and insist that Jing Wanyi had been to Qinglong Temple before?

  Pai Dian's personal guard, Pai Shi Wei, coldly spoke up: "Why did these monks call you a witch?"

  Jing Wan'er looked at him slowly, with a faint curve on her lips: "How do I know, perhaps in the eyes of these monks who follow the rules and regulations, every woman is called a seductress."

  Buddhists view wine, meat and women as fierce beasts like a flood. It was precisely because of this that Jing Yu'er recalled what she saw in the carriage yesterday, with an even more sarcastic smile on her lips.

  Pei Shuaiwei glanced at Pei Tan, and even a blind person could see that Jing Yuane was being dishonest. This girl indeed had many secrets.

  No matter how Pei Tan looked at these things, in the eyes of Pei Shiwei, these secrets were equivalent to a source of trouble, and perhaps one day they would drag the entire Dali Temple into the water.

  "Send the yamen runners out to search together." ordered Pei Tan. Yesterday, they had all seen Hui Gen and were deeply impressed by this disciple of the abbot.

  The monks in the temple did not stop the yamen runners from leaving, and they only brought a total of ten people, excluding the three of them.

  Jing Wan'er fell silent for a moment, then turned around under Pei Tan's gaze and pushed open the door to the room beside her, walking in.

  The attic, Hui Gen, the people in the carriage, Jing Wan'er wanted to link all these together, but it didn't seem very successful.