The Cold-Faced God of War's Favored Concubine Is Not to Be Tried

As the group gradually approached the wing room, a subtle sound gradually reached their ears. At first, the sound was subtle and vague, as if it came from a faraway place, but it also seemed to be within reach. As their pace quickened, the sound became clearer and clearer, as if it was a low conversation, or some slight noise.

They hurried to the outside of the room. Zuo Xinyi frowned slightly and asked the guard beside him, "Is anyone staying here?" The guard thought for a moment, shook his head, and replied, "This room was originally prepared for visitors from other places to pray for blessings, but today all the guests are from the capital, so no one is arranged to stay here."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone felt an inexplicable tension. Who was the one who made the sound coming from the compartment? They exchanged puzzled glances with each other, and a feeling of uneasiness surged in their hearts.

At this time, the maid Ah Man led a group of female relatives to the small pond. They had wanted to see the night view of Jing'an Temple from a distance, but Ah Man pulled them here, saying that something was going on. Seeing Zuo Xinyi and others standing outside the wing room with puzzled expressions, Wen Ruyu couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong? Did something happen here?"

Zuo Xinyi turned to look at them, frowning, and whispered, "There was a sound in the wing room, but the guards said no one was arranged to stay here." Upon hearing this, the group of people also showed surprised expressions on their faces. They looked at each other and decided to go into the wing room together to find out what was going on.

When the guard carefully pushed open the door of the wing room, a strange smell suddenly hit him.

After a while, the strange smell gradually dissipated, and everyone gradually returned to calm. But there was no one in the room. However, the lingering voice in the ears could not be shaken off, with an indescribable ambiguity and embarrassment. When the unmarried women heard this voice, they blushed and lowered their heads, not daring to look at anyone.

The sound came from the inner room, and one could faintly hear the panting sound of "Ah... Ah...", which made everyone present feel their heartbeats speed up. The guards looked at each other, at a loss. In this situation, everyone knew what was happening inside, but no one had the courage to push open the door of the inner room.

At this moment, a woman could not help but speak up: "Oh my God, this, this, someone actually dares to do such an outrageous thing in Jing'an Temple! Go report it to the old abbot!" There was a hint of anger and shock in her voice, and she obviously could not accept that such an unsightly thing could happen in such a solemn temple.

Everyone agreed. They knew that this matter must be reported to the old abbot as soon as possible so that he could handle it. After all, this was Jing'an Temple, a quiet place. How could such a filthy thing be tolerated?

So the head guard immediately turned around and left, ready to report the matter to the old abbot. The others stayed where they were, guarding the wing room to prevent the people inside from escaping. Although they were full of curiosity and doubts, they could only remain silent at this moment and wait for the old abbot to arrive.

But the awkward noises from the inner room continued, making everyone feel as if the time at this moment was stretched to an unusually long length. Every second seemed to be stretched infinitely, and every breath seemed to hit everyone's heart hard. The unmarried women felt even more embarrassed. They lowered their heads, twisted their hands tightly together, and from time to time secretly looked up at the closed door, their hearts filled with curiosity and uneasiness.

The guards stood aside, looking embarrassed. They wanted to rush in to see what was going on, but they were afraid to break the awkward silence. They looked at each other, with a hint of helplessness and anxiety in their eyes.

The women frowned, their faces full of anger and dissatisfaction. They couldn't imagine that such an unbearable thing would happen in this solemn Jing'an Temple. They secretly swore in their hearts that they must let the old abbot severely punish these shameless people.

About a quarter of an hour later, an old man hurried over, pulled by the head guard. This old man was Abbot He. He was wearing a dark gray monk's robe, and the hem of the robe swayed gently with his steps, looking solemn yet elegant. He wore a yellow monk's hat on his head, and his gray hair and kind eyebrows were revealed under the brim of the hat. His face was engraved with traces of time, and his wrinkles revealed a kind of wisdom and calmness.

Abbot He was dragged to the door by the head guard, and they carefully put him down. He stared at the head guard breathlessly, with dissatisfaction and confusion flashing in his eyes. Obviously, he was a little annoyed by this sudden summons.

"Sooner or later, you guys will send my old bones to see the King of Hell! It really makes me so angry!" Abbot He complained in a slightly hoarse voice. Then he turned his eyes and swept across everyone's faces, finally fixing on the closed door. His brows were tightly knitted.