Chapter 403. Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes (3)
"So you don't plan on listening, then!"
Ximen Erjin threw Hong Jin to the ground.
"T-That man dares!"
"Senior Brother Abbot!"
Cries of outrage erupted from the Shaolin Temple monks.
"Listen carefully, Shaolin Temple!"
Ximen Erjin shouted at the crowd of Shaolin Temple monks.
"If you don’t want to die, leave behind these stubborn fools who refuse to see reality and follow me."
"Thunder Inheriting Saber! Watch your mouth!" An old monk, his expression anything but compassionate, raised his voice.
"Head Monk of Religious Precepts, Hui Zheng." Ximen Erjin said, calling his name like it was a welcome interruption.
"Yes, if you’re in charge of Shaolin’s precepts, you should be more clear-headed than the rest. Judge the situation rationally."
The Religious Precepts Office was the only truly emotionless branch of the Shaolin Temple, which typically upheld compassion. As its role was to maintain the temple’s laws, it was known for cold and objective judgment.