Chapter 1271 - 564: Dissipation
Monk Quan Heng sighed.
It’s not that he misses anyone.
He just hopes to see more people from Tianyuan Town, to confirm that more have survived that nightmare night, only then can his guilt be slightly alleviated.
Amitabha, demon chaos, turmoil in the world.
What is bitter, is the suffering of the people.
In this world, when will there be a time of peace...
Monk Quan Heng really hopes that someday, someone will bring eternal peace to the world, where everyone lives happily and safely without being threatened by demons.
If given the chance, he would spare no cost to realize such a grand vision.
Though he is weak and powerless, he has always harbored the heart of saving all beings.
As Monk Quan Heng thought of this, the grand mansion of An Mansion was faintly visible ahead.
But he did not know that his arrival just made the high-ranking members of An Mansion pleased to complete another piece of the Soothing Spirit Pillar puzzle.
"Welcome, Master Quan Heng of Zhongfu Temple, to An Mansion!"
The enthusiastic welcome and smiling crowd seemed to open the gates of Hell for these two people.
...
Jiuyang Temple.
"Not nearby, but cannot rule out the possibility of someone else responding."
Ding Hui’s voice appeared directly in Fang Yu’s mind.
Fang Yu remained expressionless, continuing to move forward along with the crowd, like a tourist offering incense and praying to Buddha, but his perception had already spread outward.
"Sirs..."
After waiting in the crowded queue, the three of them were already in a relatively forward position, soon their turn to offer incense and pray to Buddha, at that time, Qin Er would place the intelligence in the Merit Box, completing the mission of the Rebel Army.
But whether to do so, she needs to ask these two lords, even if the report letter contains her secret code, which might be her survival hope, she must do the surface work flawlessly.
Otherwise, she would be killed by these two before the rescue arrives.
The situation at Jiuyang Temple was different from what she expected. Indeed, many people came to offer incense and pray, the crowd was simply packed, but since there were too many people, the three of them were almost sticking together the whole time, with little space to move.
Qin Er wanted to seize the chance to escape, but no suitable opportunity arose.
Fumbling until now, it was almost their turn to go up to pray.
With Fang Yu slightly nodding as a signal, Qin Er quietly let out a sigh of relief, subconsciously tightening the report letter in her hand.
Qin Er’s little actions made Fang Yu feel somewhat amused.
The enormous gap in power between them made any scheme seem laughably ridiculous.
Not to mention Fang Yu, even Ding Hui easily saw through her little whims, and perhaps Ding Hui didn’t even rely on the power gap, just a little thought and guessed Qin Er’s little whim.
"Do we not need to care about her?" Fang Yu slightly asked.
Ding Hui’s voice also appeared in his mind.
"To catch a fish, you must first put the bait. Don’t rush, I’m watching."
Fang Yu shrugged, he didn’t care.
With his power, he could respond instantly to any situation that arose.
Moreover, he had just broadly scanned those who came to offer incense and pray, although many came, most were ordinary people, only a few had a bit of power, and even those were just at the level of ordinary Martial Artists, not worth Fang Yu’s attention.
At this time, the queue had reached their turn to offer incense.
The three each held their incense, stepped forward to pray.
Fang Yu originally had no belief, offering incense, bowing, inserting incense, following the actions of those before him, quickly completed the series of procedures. When Fang Yu straightened his back, he suddenly froze.
That smiling Buddha statue, like the Leshan Giant Buddha, inexplicably gave off an uncomfortable feeling.
This feeling came suddenly and went suddenly.
Looking again at the statue, there was no feeling anymore.
Fang Yu slightly frowned.
Though harboring some doubts in his heart, the statue showed no health bar, so it was just that the statue seemed slightly odd.
"What’s wrong?"
Ding Hui’s voice appeared in his mind.
Fang Yu slightly shook his head.
"Nothing."
After praying to the statue, Qin Er walked towards the Merit Box, completing her task.
Afterwards, the three left the temple.
Jiuyang Temple’s Merit Box, accessible to tourists, accessible to monks, but extracting anything from it requires certain identity, or special techniques.
Gradually, tourists continued to put incense money into the Merit Box, but no one took anything from it for a while.
Until...
A monk with a smile, wearing a robe slightly darker in color than the regular monks, walked to the Merit Box with the support of a group of monks, hands together.
Under the cover of other monks, he took out a key, opened the Merit Box, and took something from inside.
"Is it him?"
Having circled back and hidden in the shadows, Fang Yu pointed at the man, asking softly.
Qin Er shook her head nervously.
The shake signified not knowing, not denial.
She was really a newcomer to the Rebel Army, knowing little about the people within, let alone recognizing anyone.
But Fang Yu obviously did not fully trust her, his gaze involuntarily turned to Ding Hui, clearly seeking Ding Hui’s opinion.
"Don’t rush."
Ding Hui slightly shook his head.
"He didn’t touch that letter, only took some incense money, it should be someone from the temple, although it cannot be ruled out that he was dispatched by the Rebel Army as a distraction or to lure someone out."