Ye Jin and I ran all the way out of Beigou Village before we stopped. Ye Jin didn't even have time to bandage his wounds before he asked anxiously, "Zhaozi, did you catch anything on them? How can we save the monk?"
I shook my head and said, "I didn't catch anything. I was just trying to trick them. But don't worry, I will definitely find a way to save the monk. You should take care of your wound first."
While Ye Jin was bandaging his wound, I also took out the last ghost eye coin I had. He Zhenzhen was hidden in that ghost eye coin.
I tapped the ghost eye three times lightly: "How is it, can we still contact Lao Chang and the others?"
He Zhenzhen's voice came out quickly: "No problem, whatever you want to know, Lao Chang and the others can tell you back."
Ye Jin was surprised and asked, "Did you lose the ghost eye money on purpose?"
I laughed and said, "Do you think I shook the ghost eye coins away to show off? I just wanted Zhixing to snatch a few of them, or just let the ghost eye coins fall to the ground and be picked up by the people from Prajna Temple."
“It’s just that I didn’t expect Zhixing to use the ghost eye money to disturb my mind and almost harm Lao Chang and Mrs. Dong.”
Ye Jin said: "With just two ghost eye coins, can Lao Chang and the others send you a message?"
"Of course." I nodded. "In the past, the way the Ghost Vein used to send messages was to use Ghost Eye Money. However, the people of the Ghost Vein have always regarded Ghost Eye Money as their lifeblood, so no one uses it this way."
Ye Jin asked, "Do you want to collect evidence against them and sue them at the Council of Elders?"
"I just want to know what they are up to." I said in a deep voice, "Didn't you notice that after we left the manor, the attitude of Prajna Temple has changed several times in succession, and each time it was inexplicable? I am now wondering why their attitude has changed."
As I was talking, I sent a message to Dou Ma and Sun Xiaomei, asking them to help me check the information of Zhi Hui and others. But neither of them responded, and the sky gradually darkened as I waited anxiously.
Ye Jin finally couldn't help it: "Zhao Zi, it's almost 11 o'clock now, should we go back and take a look?"
I hesitated for a long time before nodding. But before we got close to Beigou Village, the ghost eye money on my body trembled.
I quickly took out the ghost eye money, and after a while, I heard Zhixing's voice coming out from the ghost eye money: "Brother, I want to talk to you."
Zhihui's voice was filled with seven parts of anger and three parts of coldness: "What exactly do you want to do? Where did your practice go? Tell me, did Wang Fugui die in your hands? If someone hadn't hit my arm with a rosary, would I have let Wang Fugui go?"
While Zhixing was silent, Zhihui said sternly: "What do you mean by not speaking? What do you want to deny? Do you dare to let me see if there is a bead missing from your rosary? You are killing innocent people indiscriminately!"
The less Zhixing spoke, the angrier Zhihui became: "Why did you force Wu Zhao? If you hadn't forced Wu Zhao again and again, Zhikong and Zhiming wouldn't have passed away! You..."
I clearly heard the sound of teacup fragments falling to the ground from Ghost Eye Qian's side. Before the teacup fell to the ground, it must have hit Zhixing's forehead, otherwise there would not be a "crackling" sound.
With Zhixing's skill, even if he was injured, it was impossible for him to dodge a teacup thrown without using internal energy. He let the teacup smash on his head, obviously deliberately letting Zhihui vent his anger.
The two of them were silent for a long time. Zhixing probably saw that Zhihui's anger had subsided a little, so he spoke up: "Brother, haven't you been doing the same thing as me?"
"You..." Zhi Hui was so angry that he could only say one word and couldn't say any more.
Zhixing continued, "In fact, Senior Brother Zhiyuan is doing the same thing. We all know why he sent you here on purpose. Are you also suspicious about the origins of the other three magic boxes?"
Zhixing saw that Zhihui didn't say anything, so he continued, "Among us brothers, you have the best brains and are the most calm in doing things. Everyone knows this. Although Brother Zhiyuan is the leader of this team, you are still the one who advises on many things..."
Zhihui said in a deep voice: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Zhixing said: "When you saw the three magic boxes, you deliberately acted reckless and insisted on sending Wu Zhao and the others back to the Elders' Council. Aren't you suspicious of Master..."
“How dare you!” While Zhihui was roaring, a sound of wood breaking came from the direction of Guiyan Qian—Zhihui must have smashed the chair next to him with a palm in rage.
Zhihui quickly shouted, "Everyone get out of here! No one is allowed to enter the yard unless there is something special!"
Zhihui was silent for a long time before he said, "Zhixing, do you think he is really the master?"
Zhixing said: "In fact, you have long suspected that the person who created the three magic boxes was the master, right? Senior Brother also had such a suspicion, so he deliberately sent you to follow Wu Zhao. Senior Brother's intention should also be to let you cover up at the critical moment, right?"
Zhihui said: "Go on."
Zhixing said, "My mind is not as quick as yours, so I didn't think about it at first. It was not until I saw the Dragon Song Tablet that I realized your intention. The words at the top of the Dragon Song Tablet should be written by Master, right?"
Zhihui nodded and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be like this."
Zhixing said: "Wu Zhao doesn't know Sanskrit, and neither do the other disciples, but we two do. Doesn't the meaning of that Sanskrit passage mean that the disciples of Prajna Temple should not touch the secret burial?"
"Master always has the habit of adding some force to the last stroke when writing, and that's indeed the case with that Sanskrit text. That text must have been left by Master."
"Master was responsible for guarding the magic box for a long time more than 20 years ago. He had the opportunity to touch the magic box and even more to trace the source and find the secret burial. I'm afraid..."
Zhihui said in a deep voice: "What are you afraid of?"
Zhixing was silent for a long time before he made up his mind: "I'm afraid that Master has killed someone in order to study the magic box..."
Zhihui also remained silent. After a long while, he said, "Guess what the probability is that Master has killed someone?"
Zhiyuan seemed to have made a great determination before he gritted his teeth and said, "At least 70%, or even more. That magic lock has always been the master's inner demon. He shaved his head and became a monk for that lock. But even though he was in Buddhism, he still couldn't unlock the magic lock on his heart."
"When Master wanted to go to the manor to pray for the souls of the dead, the abbot refused to agree. What did Master do in the end? He survived a life-threatening situation and made great contributions to the Prajna Temple. With his merits, he was given the opportunity to guard the manor."
"What did the master do after he went to the manor? He drove away the other monks and even forbade us to enter the manor. During that time..."
Zhixing's voice was suppressed: "What happened during that time, I don't dare to think about it now! If it is really as we guessed, not only will Master be ruined, but even Prajna Temple will be implicated. Master treats us..."
Zhi Hui said angrily: "Even if it's for Master, you can't kill innocent people indiscriminately, and you shouldn't force Wu Zhao!"
Zhixing denied it and said, "I must find a way to force Wu Zhao to leave. Although Wu Zhao is not well-known in the art of magic, he is definitely not an ordinary person. You haven't investigated Wu Zhao's past, so you don't know how powerful he is."
"This time, in order to provide reference for the two brothers, I carefully studied Wu Zhao's experience in the previous two battles. I found that Wu Zhao is a person who plans before he acts."
"In the previous two competitions, Wu Zhao was at an absolute disadvantage, but he was able to tie with Duan Yunfei and Lin Jingyuan, two opponents who would give anyone a headache. Did he rely on luck every time?"
Zhixing answered himself: "No! Wu Zhao does things just like fighting with others. When he encounters a stronger opponent, he will choose to temporarily avoid it and not fight with the opponent head-on. However, he will keep looking for the opponent's flaws during the fight until he seizes the opportunity to launch a fatal attack on the opponent. I can't let Wu Zhao go deeper into the secret burial. What if..."
Zhihui said, "Zhixing, have you ever thought about what if our judgments are all wrong?"
Zhixing was stunned for a few seconds before he exclaimed: "Brother, what you mean is..."
Zhi Hui said: "I am just guessing. At first, I did think that the magic box was made by Master. But when I saw the Songlong Stele, I denied my original idea. Since Master is here, why must he leave evidence?"
"Although there are not many people in the world who know Sanskrit, it does exist. Especially now when people are constantly developing tourism projects and protecting cultural relics, as long as someone sends the inscription away, the Sanskrit on it will soon be translated. Do you think Master will do this?"
"This..." Zhixing was suddenly speechless.
Zhihui said again: "There is one more thing. The Sanskrit text is written right above the Songlong Stele, which means it has existed since the beginning. Master only guarded the magic box twenty years ago. Could he be the one who first carved the Sanskrit text?"
"This..." Zhixing hesitated for a moment before saying, "Could it be that Master didn't reinforce the Sanskrit mantra on it once twenty years ago, and left a message to warn the disciples of Prajna Temple not to touch the secret burial easily?"
Zhi Hui said: "I have also speculated this way, but I quickly rejected my idea. Why did the master only warn the disciples of the Prajna Temple, and not all the sorcerers? Could it be that other sorcerers would also be able to recognize Sanskrit? If you want to warn your fellow practitioners, wouldn't it be more appropriate to use the code words of the sorcerers?"
"This... this..." Zhixing was unable to utter a word for a long time. After a long while, he forced an explanation, "If they don't know me, they can find someone to translate. At worst..."
Zhihui interrupted him before he could finish, "Your reasons are too far-fetched. Do you believe these words?"
As the two were talking, there was a sudden knock on the door.
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