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Lin Yiwan couldn't help but sneer, "My mother is now unconscious. Does that mean she's completely unharmed in your eyes, Abbot? Also, why were the other meditation rooms unharmed, but only we, mother and daughter, fell into the underground river?"

A sudden look of embarrassment flashed across the abbot's face, and he faltered in his explanation: "This, this must be an accident!"

Lin Yiwan interrupted without hesitation: "No, it wasn't an accident at all. Now that the Zen room has collapsed, the evidence has long been destroyed. But I remember clearly that my mother and I didn't fall down accidentally. It was the monk who was chanting who activated the mechanism!"

The abbot was stunned and argued, "How could it be? There is no such thing as a secret system in our Buddhist temple. Madam Hou, please stop slandering me!"

Lin Yiwan sarcastically said, "Buddha is watching what we do. Whether I have slandered others or not, the truth will soon be revealed!"

The abbot frowned and looked at her: "What are you going to do?"

Lin Yiwan spat out two words coldly: "Search the temple!"

When the abbot told the monks the news, they were furious.

Some people even shouted, "How can we allow them to be so lawless? The Buddhist temple is a sacred place for Buddhism. Even if they are powerful, they cannot act so recklessly. Abbot, you will be blamed by the Buddha for compromising like this!"

The abbot looked embarrassed and tried to calm the public anger.

He said in a deep voice: "The Buddhist temple is open and aboveboard, and is not afraid of searches!"

Someone else loudly reminded: "Buddhist temples are not afraid of searches, but if they are stigmatized, how can they gain the trust of pilgrims in the future?"

This remark resonated with the crowd, and many monks shouted, "Abbot, you must stop this! You can't let the reputation of our disciples be damaged!"

The abbot said helplessly, "I can't stop them. Since everyone disagrees, then let's sit quietly in front of the main hall to prevent the palace soldiers from entering the temple to search!"

The monks agreed with his decision and all followed him to the front of the hall.

Zhan Yan frowned and looked at everyone: "What are you going to do?"

The abbot spoke first, "Master Zhan Yi, may the Buddha have mercy on me. I have always felt that raiding the temple is not a wise move. Please think twice before you act!"

Another monk then interjected, "A Buddhist temple is a place of tranquility. How can you allow so many people to make such a riot? Why don't you leave immediately? Do you really want to anger the Buddha and bring disaster upon the world?"

This sentence was so harsh that the palace soldiers following Zhan Yan wanted to retreat.

After all, no one wants to be branded as someone who deliberately angered the Buddha.

Zhan Yan remained calm, and even had a sarcastic smile on his lips.

He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Would the Buddha allow someone to murder people right under his nose? If the murderer is not caught, the Buddha will still be angry!"

The abbot frowned and argued, "Master Zhan Yi, I have already said that there is no real murderer, and the secret room does not exist. Monks do not tell lies!"

Zhan Yan spoke slowly, "Perhaps someone dug a secret room without your knowledge. After all, there are thousands of monks in this Buddhist temple. Does the abbot know everything?"

The abbot was unable to answer the question, as he really did not know the temperaments of all the monks.

Just as he was silent, Zhan Yan said, "It's fine if you don't want the palace soldiers to search the temple, but you have to hand over the monk assigned to chant sutras for Princess Li!"

The abbot was surprised and asked, "Who should chant sutras and pray for Princess Li and light the eternal lamp?"

A pale-faced monk hurried out from the crowd and said, "Master, it's me. I had diarrhea last night and didn't even get up this morning. I've asked Junior Brother Mingyun to apologize to Madam Hou!"

The abbot asked again, "Where is Mingyun?"

All the monks looked at each other and shook their heads, saying, "We have never seen Mingyun before. It seems like he has never appeared!"

Zhan Yan immediately understood that Mingyun should be the chanting monk who controlled the mechanism.

He is missing now!

He looked at the abbot with sharp eyes: "Mingyun is a serious suspect, and now you still want to stop me from searching the temple?"

A guilty look flashed across the abbot's face. He lowered his eyes and chanted a Buddhist chant: "I dare not. I just hope that Zhan Yihou can restore peace to the Buddhist temple as soon as possible!"

He stepped aside and the palace soldiers rushed into the Buddhist temple.

Zhan Yan focused on checking Mingyun's yard, but found nothing.

The room was very clean and tidy, with no other items except a few monk's robes.

Lin Yiwan frowned and pondered, "This isn't right. If he were an old monk in the temple, he should have a lot of daily necessities, but he has so little!"

Zhan Yan turned to look at the abbot who was standing beside him and asked, "How long has Monk Mingyun been at the Buddhist temple?"

The abbot thought carefully for a moment before slowly answering, "It should be two months, right? He is a wandering monk who has been traveling in the south and only recently came to the Buddhist temple!"

Lin Yiwan's heart moved slightly. It turned out to be a wandering monk?

What grudge do you have against her?

Wanting her to die must mean deep hatred.

Could it be the missing Madam Ye?

Thinking of this, she asked anxiously, "Has the abbot seen Mingyun?"

The abbot nodded and said, "I have seen him. He is very dark, but his eyes are bright!"

Lin Yiwan immediately frowned. Since Madam Ye had sneaked into the Buddhist temple, she would definitely hide her original skin color.

If she was not mistaken, she should still be hiding in the Buddhist temple.

Instead of searching aimlessly, it would be better to lure her out by using myself as bait.

Thinking of this, Lin Yiwan fell headfirst to the ground.

Zhan Yan's expression suddenly changed. He immediately hugged her tightly and shouted, "Wanwan, what's wrong with you?"

The search came to a temporary halt, and all the monks knew that Lin Yiwan had fallen into a coma.

After Doctor Lin took Lin Yiwan's pulse, his expression became solemn and ugly.

He said in a deep voice, "Wanwan suffered from sequelae after being submerged in water. She seemed fine when she was rescued, but in fact, her lungs were completely filled with water!"

Zhan Yan asked worriedly, "Grandfather, what should we do?"

Doctor Lin sighed helplessly, "There's no other way. She can only rest well and not move around. I prescribed some lung-clearing medicine for her. Let her try it for two days!"

He went out to boil medicine, and Zhan Yan stayed by her side in a daze.

The Buddhist temple specially allocated a small kitchen for Dr. Lin to use. All the monks were very polite to him and did not raise any objections.

Lin Yiwan took the medicine twice, but it didn't work.

Old Doctor Lin wrote a new prescription for her and sent someone to the city to get it back.

He had just finished the first dose when someone outside asked, "Old Doctor, I had a severe cough at night. Could you please take a look at me?"

Old Doctor Lin did not refuse. He stood up and walked out.

He took the visitor's pulse and wrote a prescription for him.

He warned in a serious tone: "Don't be greedy for coldness, you must drink the medicine warm, otherwise, the lung qi will continue to accumulate and cannot dissipate!"

The visitor bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you, old doctor. You are truly a kind-hearted doctor!"