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When Zhang Hong saw Zhao Yushu for the first time, he immediately turned around subconsciously, as if he was afraid that someone would follow him.

"Tsk, Master Yanhui has passed away, and Dabei Temple still doesn't intend to let me go?"

Watching Zhang Hong's actions, Zhao Yushu suddenly realized that the handsome monk was most likely also from Dabei Temple, and came with a mission related to himself.

"Master's death is closely related to you. Uncle Shi, who is also the current abbot, would like to invite you to the Great Compassion Temple to discuss it."

"Please? What if I can't please?"

Zhang Hong lowered his head and said, "If you have time, go there. There's no need to make things awkward."

Zhao Yushu wanted to laugh: "The one who has been chasing me is Master Yanhui, and the one who killed him is the underworld. To be honest, I have nothing to do with this, right?"

Zhang Hong was silent.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. You want me to go to Dabei Temple, right? No problem. After I sort out the mess here, I will go with the teacher and have a chat."

Zhang Hong paused: "It's up to you, but why are you following me?"

Zhao Yushu stood on tiptoe to take a look: "Will your friend be worried if he can't find you for a long time?"

"He is my junior fellow apprentice, the next generation senior apprentice of the Great Compassion Temple."

"I don't trust anyone in Dabei Temple except you. Is there any way to get rid of him? I have something important to tell you. It involves the underworld. I'm afraid there's not enough time now."

Zhang Hong hesitated for a moment and said, "I believe you, Junior Brother. If you don't want to tell me, then forget it."

Why is your uncle so stubborn?

Zhao Yushu wanted to curse, but was afraid of being caught and beaten by his uncle. He could beat a useless maid, but he could never beat his uncle, an expert who chopped people every day.

"Then you have to ensure my safety."

Zhao Yushu was scared.

"Okay, let's find a place, but you may have to wait a while. My junior brother has an appointment, and I have to accompany him to the appointment first."

"Tonight at 11 pm, there is a tavern in the northeast corner of the Drum Tower. It's crowded and chaotic, so it's a good time to meet."

After Zhao Yushu finished speaking, he took off and landed a few times and disappeared into the dense forest. Zhang Hong looked at his receding back and suddenly clapped his hands. Why did he forget to ask him who had led his fellow apprentice away just now?

A ray of Buddha's light flashed in the distant mountains and forests, and Zhang Hong rushed over immediately. The Buddha's light was very plain, and it was not an enemy, but just a signal to him.

"Brother, I was clearly chasing you and you never left my sight, how come you suddenly disappeared?"

The handsome monk stood in front of a big tree, circling it three times to the left and three times to the right, and his bald head was scratched red.

For no reason, Zhang Hong recalled Zhao Yushu's amazing ability to modify spiritual power when they first met. He hadn't entered the academy at that time, so it couldn't have been taught by the old immortal. Where did he learn this earth-shaking skill?

"Forget it. I think he is only at the sixth level. He may have some treasures with him for escaping. It's getting late. Let's not break our promise."

Although the handsome monk was unwilling, he still nodded: "It's not good to keep people waiting, let's go."

King Kong sat upright on a cushion. This was a restaurant that Doji had found that specialized in vegetarian food. For today, Doji even booked the entire building.

"You are a mortal. If there is a conflict today, a surge of spiritual power can cost you your life. If you stay here, I can't protect you."

King Kong looked at Ye Rudoji who was sitting next to him with some disdain.

No matter how noble a mortal's status is, he is still a mortal after all. A single finger can kill a group of people. Little Ye Ru actually dared to waver between Buddhism and Bon. If he was not useful, I would have replaced Ye Ru Ru according to the instructions of the Lord of the Plateau.

"Haha, the master is an accomplished monk, and the two from the Great Compassion Temple have also been famous for a long time. They are all devoted to Buddhism, so how could there be a conflict?"

"If they knew you wanted to kill them, wouldn't they be angry?"

"My father once taught me how to hunt. He told me that although the bow is strong and the horse is fast, the elves on the plateau are still very difficult to capture. Master, do you know why?"

King Kong snorted, "That's still not strong enough, not fast enough."

Dorje smiled coldly: "Unlike the Master, who is a god on earth, we are all mortals, just like the Master. Mortals have their limits."

Vajra was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he had actually been looking down on his master in his previous mood. He immediately recited a few words of sin in his mind.

"Because of murderous intent."

Doji poured two cups of tea and pushed one in front of King Kong: "Murderous intent can be transmitted faster and farther than a bow and arrow. When you have murderous intent, the elves will scatter. Their hooves can easily jump between cliffs, and even the best hunters can't catch up, so..."

Doji picked up the teacup and took a sip: "When you let your opponent realize that you have the intention to kill, you have already lost."

King Kong finally looked Doji in the eye. It seemed that this mortal might actually be able to do what he himself could not do.

The waiter welcomed Zhang Hong and the handsome monk into the restaurant and knocked on the door of the private room.

"Thank you for waiting, Senior Brother."

The handsome monk clasped his hands together in greeting, and Zhang Hong nodded as well.

"My two senior brothers, you have condescended to come here despite your busy schedule. It is my fault. Please take a seat."

The monk and Zhang Hong sat down and looked at Doji beside them.

"Let me introduce you. This is the great disciple of Dabei Temple, Master Miaoming, and this is the great lay disciple of Dabei Temple, Mr. Zhang."

Doji bowed to everyone one by one with a sincere attitude.

"This is our Gaoyuan Ye Ruruben's son, Doji."

Zhang Hong didn't know much about the administrative divisions of the plateau, but looking at King Kong's expression, he roughly knew that he was a very important figure in the secular imperial power of Tubo.

"I wonder what you want me to do this time, Senior Brother?"

The handsome monk Miaoming turned to Vajra. In his eyes, the fight for his master's corpse would occur in two or three days. Now that the eldest disciple of Tubo wanted to meet him in private, it was really suspicious.

"Nothing else, I just want to discuss the matter of Master Yanhui's Buddha bones."

Zhang Hong and Miao Ming's eyes became serious at the same time.

Not to mention how important the corpse of a top-notch inner realm is, even if he was just a mortal, Yan Hui was the abbot of Dabei Temple and the master of the two. If Tubo had not announced the news that Yan Hui had promised to send the corpse to Tubo, which was not sure whether it was true or not, Dabei Temple would have attacked Tubo long ago.

"The master of your temple has already sent a letter, saying that we should sit down and discuss this matter in three days. Is there any possibility of change? I'm afraid this is inappropriate."

Miao Ming was quite confused.

Zhang Hong snorted coldly: "Master's body must be sent back to Dabei Temple for burial. There is nothing to discuss."

Miao Ming smiled and said nothing more.

The two men, one playing the red cop and the other playing the white cop, made their attitudes clear and gave King Kong no room for negotiation in advance.

The muscles on King Kong's face trembled and he looked at Doji.

Dorje kept smiling as he pushed a cup of tea to each of the two monks from Dabei Temple. "The remains of Master Yanhui should belong to Dabei Temple."