Hui Gen was lying on the bed, his monk's robe scattered all over him. His face didn't look peaceful, with a slight frown between his eyebrows.

  It seems he was facing a kind of suffering that even Buddha couldn't penetrate.

  …

  After searching for three periods of time, all the monks in Qinglong Temple still couldn't find Huigen.

  "Even the scripture repository has been turned upside down, but Brother Shixiong is nowhere to be found." A young monk said somewhat perplexedly.

  Even places like the Lianzeng Pavilion and other important temples were searched, it can be imagined that they did not hide anywhere in order to find Huigen.

  It seems that Jing Wan'er is about to be pushed out as the sole scapegoat.

  She narrowed her eyes, just about to speak.

  Suddenly a little monk who had just swept the courtyard hesitated and said, "It seems... only... only that attic hasn't been searched yet."

  The monks who were originally going to interrogate him looked over and saw that the little monk was somewhat flustered and lowered his head.

  "Since there are still places we haven't been to, we can't conclude that the person is missing."

  A monk with a pale face shook his head and said: "That is the forbidden place in our temple, even we are not allowed to enter. Why did Master go there?"

  Jing Wan'er wouldn't be polite with these monks. She narrowed her eyes and said, "However, the key is in Hui Gen's hands, only he can enter."

  This really hit the vital point, and the other monks' faces turned pale. They had been proven wrong by their own previous words. What others couldn't do, Huiruo could.

  "That attic is a chamber prepared for noble guests in the temple, which is why it's being taken care of by Brother Hui Gen."

  All the monks immediately looked over, their expressions were something Pei Tan had seen too many times. At this time, they still wanted to save face.

  Pei Tan hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly: "The Dali Temple has received the imperial edict to receive people, since your senior brother can't be found, we should also set off back to the city."

  Let them stay here, even a temple that has always been strict with its rules and regulations will feel uncomfortable.

  Several monks lowered their heads, unaware of what they were discussing.

  The little monk who spoke first, on the contrary, lowered his head. He was the one who was ordered by Hui Gen to sweep the stairs of that yard with a strange smell two days ago, which still lingered in the little monk's mind.

  Jing Wanner's gaze swept over this temple, which didn't seem like a place of quiet contemplation. Not one of the monks seemed honest either.

  "There's no need to argue anymore." A monk wearing a kasaya appeared at the gate with a frown.

  The monks were shocked and bowed their heads: "Master Xuantai."

  The monk was indeed polite and first rushed towards Pei Tan with his hands together in a greeting, and Pei Tan also returned the courtesy.

  Xuan Tai and the monks immediately looked at those bowing monks: "Just now Fangzhang has already said that Hui Gen's affairs are our own temple's internal affairs, and should not trouble outsiders."

  Xuan Tai and the others looked at Pei Tan: "The abbot has already handed over the backup keys stored in his place to me, now let's take all of you masters there."

  "Alright."

  Unexpectedly, there is such a change. Looking at Xuántài and the monk's Buddhist robe, it really looks like a high-ranking monk who has attained enlightenment.

  And those little monks finally stopped talking with their master uncle around.

  Jing Wanyi knew that Xuantai must have had something else to say, and indeed he did: "Please forgive this poor monk for speaking bluntly. After all, this is a forbidden area within our temple. I think it would be better for the several donors to stay here, as their bodies are surrounded by evil spirits."

  The temple of Da Li is different, having seen many wronged spirits and blood debts, it's naturally filled with a heavy and ominous energy.

  Pei Tan looked at Xuan Tai and said after a moment, "The three of us will go with the master." Leaving behind the ten bailiffs with the heaviest evil energy should be quite safe.

  Xuan Tai said: "Please follow me, Master."

  Jing Wan'er finally had the good fortune to witness the mystery of this attic.

  But it was a large courtyard, with several monks who had been lowering their heads since they entered, looking at the monk's robes on their bodies were the most ordinary sweepers. Led by this Xuantai, walked into the courtyard.

  There is a monk's quarters in the backyard, but it looks like no one lives there.

  Jing Wan'er suddenly saw those white flowers in the courtyard.

  The flower she saw with her by the incense burner in front of Buddha is the same as this one. It's almost impossible for this flower to appear here.

  At this time, Xuan Tai suddenly said: "The upper floor is just a loft."

  Xuan Tai pushed open the door, and saw that the room was spotless, too clean, not even a speck of dust. Xuan Tai clasped his hands together and muttered something before walking in.

  Jing Wantong knew where the anomaly was. From the outside, it looked like there were at least three layers of monk rooms, but inside, it was completely hollow.

  There was only one long wooden staircase, with steps leading all the way up to a room at the top. A large copper lock could be seen hanging on the door.

  "The door is locked, Master Hui Gen has never been here..." a little monk said subconsciously.

  Xuan Tai was more composed than these little monks, "Please, benefactor." He stepped up onto the steps. Pei Tan followed afterwards.

  The stairs, long in disrepair, creaked and groaned underfoot, a discordant symphony played by the few people climbing them. At this hour, if anyone was indeed sleeping in the room at the top, they should have been startled awake by now.

  Arriving at the gate, the steps were narrow and steep. Xuántài stood in front. He took out a copper key from his monk's robe and lifted the lock on the door.

  Jing Wan'er stood beside Pei Tan and heard the sound of a key clanking in the lock, but the lock did not open.

  Xuan Tai was seen frowning and hesitating as he turned the key a few times.

  "What's wrong?" Pei Tan asked at this time.

  Since the key can be inserted, it's natural to say that the key is not wrong. Xuan Tai turned the key again and heard a "click" sound. Xuan Tai stared at the broken key in his hand in shock.

  Pei Tan's eyebrows moved, and Jing Wanyu was originally still coldly observing from the side. It wasn't until Xuan Tai held the broken key in his hand that he couldn't help but mutter: "How could this be?"

  Pei Tan immediately went forward and lifted up the lock on the door. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the keyhole was blocked by a broken key.

  Xuan Tai's face didn't look good either.

  "This humble monk is also unclear how such a thing could happen."

  Pei Tan stood in front of the door and suddenly raised one hand, gently knocking on it. "May I ask if there is anyone inside?"

  Xuan Tai slowly said: "Maybe the person inside has already come out, I'll still go ask the abbot..."

  "Pei County." Pei said this as he looked back, his eyes deep and mysterious, "Open the door."

  Just then, the eunuch Pei lifted his head, his expression cold and detached, and walked up the steps. "Yes."

  Xuan Tai's face changed: "Donor, what are you going to do?"

  "Pei Tan looked at him: 'If there's really someone inside, and they're not making a sound now, it means something has happened.'"

  Every second counts in case of emergency.

  Pei Shuaiwei had already arrived at the gate, and with a stretch of his hand in his sleeve, he pulled out a cold and shiny dagger in front of all the monks. With a swift motion, the lock on the door fell to the ground.

  Several monks' lips turned white: "When did you bring a sharp object into the temple, it's really very disrespectful..."

  Pei Shuaiwei gave them a cold glance, and before the monks could even finish saying "disrespect", Pei Shuaiwei had already kicked open the attic door with one foot, stunning all the monks into silence.

  Previously, Qinglong Temple forcibly confiscated weapons, but how would others know that the Ba family's secret guards had hidden weapons on them to protect their master?

  A faintly indescribable sweet and greasy smell wafted out.

  "Everyone retreat for now!" Xuan Tai waved his sleeve and blocked the monk behind him at the door.

  The smell was so strong that it drew everyone's attention to this room. Right opposite the door was a bed, and on it lay a monk, his face downwards, so that his features could not be seen; but even his shoes showed what he was.

  "A monk trembled and shouted: 'Is it Wisdom, Brother Huiyuan?'"

  The figure on the bed didn't move at all when it heard the call, and it was unknown whether it had fallen asleep or something else. Jing Wanyu's heart skipped a beat as her eyes stared fixedly at the bed.

  Pei Tan's expression didn't change as he swept a glance around the circle.

  This doesn't look like the meditation room of Qinglong Temple. The whole place is filled with bright red and luxurious brocade, and in the corner there's a discarded monk's robe. The robe has some specks on it, an eye-catching color that seems to be blood.

  Xuan Tai stood at the door for a moment before walking over to the bed and quickly checking on Hui Gen's condition, "Hui Gen!?"

  He approached him and Xuan Tai retreated two steps back.

  There was a bowl-sized wound on the back of Hui Gen's head, and bloodstains were seeping out from it.

  The smell they had smelled before was this bloody smell, mixed with the sweet and greasy smell in the house.

  Xuan Tai's hand trembled as he reached out, his fingertips barely touching the nape of Hui Gen's neck, which was also wet. The sticky blood made Xuan Tai withdraw his hand.

  There is no breathing or heartbeat, and most importantly, the body has already turned cold.

  Xuan Tai hugged Hui Gen's shoulders and turned him over from behind.

  That pale monk's face is really a wise root.

  The whole house and Shang immediately knelt down: "Hui Gen Master!" with a sorrowful and panicked voice.

  Jing Wan'er felt something was off the moment the door opened, but she didn't dare to believe it. Not until the monk's face really appeared.

  It is wisdom.

  Xuan Tai's hand was stained with blood as he stared at Hui Gen's face, his eyes reddening.

  Pei Tan walked over to the corner, picked up the monk's robe, took a look at it and then said to Xuan Tai: "Master Xuan Tai, please go out first."

  Xuan Tai was visibly immersed in sudden sorrow, he looked at Pei Tan and his throat moved as he said: "Forgive this poor monk for not understanding the master's meaning."

  Bai Tan slowly stood up and stared at Xuan Tai, saying: "Although I'm very sorry, but since a murder case has occurred, from this moment on, it's a matter of the Dalisi Temple."

  This room is so eerie, it should be sealed off immediately and prevent more people from entering.

  The two words "murder case" obviously stimulated these quiet and peaceful "monks", Xuanti's face changed, "Donor, you're not saying that someone in Qinglong Temple has committed murder..."

  "Excuse me," Pei Tan interrupted, "May I ask if this is Hui Gen's meditation room?"

  Xuan Tai's voice trembled: "It is not natural."

  Pei Tan said: "How can we explain the appearance of Hui Gen here?" The layout of this room is also unlikely to belong to any monk in Qinglong Temple.

  Could it be that after Huier came in, he had the ability to lock the door from the outside and create this sealed room? "The back of his head was hit, Huier couldn't have done it alone. After knocking him down, both the person who left and locked the door were the second person."

  Bai Tan no longer paid attention to the monks, turned around and ordered the only Bai guard who followed him: "Immediately seal off the scene. It's best if everyone doesn't touch the body again."