We bear people have power

The bandits had indeed retreated, Baolin Temple had escaped unscathed, and the mangled body of Yongxin had been found. However, Guan Bo, the key figure in this affair, had been asleep for three days and had not yet awakened.

The abbot, who had initially dared not offend Guan Bo, began to have schemes when he saw that Guan Bo remained unconscious for a long time. The wound on his forehead and Guan Bo's ruthlessness had been tearing at his heart like venomous snakes for the past three days. Guan Bo slept soundly, but the abbot hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days.

The previous conflict showed that Guan Bo was not someone who respected himself. Even though he was stronger than Yongxin, he couldn't control him.

If such a person were to wake up, the power of Baolin Temple would likely fall into the wrong hands.

The abbot absolutely cannot allow this.

If Guan Bo had woken up earlier, the abbot would have had no choice but to accept his bad luck. Guan Bo's ability to fight against a hundred men was deeply imprinted in the abbot's mind, leaving him with no courage to resist.

But Guan Bo is currently in a deep sleep, so the abbot is considering taking a risk.

Anyway, as long as Yongxin recovers from his injuries, he can still ensure the safety of Baolin Temple. They have been living in peace for many years. On the contrary, the abbot absolutely must get rid of Guan Bo, this strange guy who came out of nowhere.

However, after Guan Bo repelled the bandits, his reputation soared. Those monk soldiers, through their propaganda, almost hailed Guan Bo as the reincarnation of a war god.

Therefore, if the abbot wanted to take action against him, he couldn't do it openly; he could only deal with him quietly.

The abbot himself was powerless, and now the monk soldiers revered Guan Bo as a god. The only person he could rely on was Yongxin, who had not yet recovered from his injuries.

That night, the abbot, under the pretext of visiting Yongxin who was recuperating from his injuries, stayed in his meditation room.

Yung-hsin was wrapped up like a mummy. Although his bones and muscles were not injured, his skin was torn and his flesh was ripped open. Even the slightest movement would cause him excruciating pain.

Even worse, one of his eyes was blown out by Guan Bo, leaving him a one-eyed man.

If we're talking about hatred, it's deeper than the abbot's, and naturally, he acts even more recklessly.

The abbot saw hatred in Yongxin's remaining single eye and felt that his plan was mostly complete.

"Yongxin, is your injury any better?" the abbot asked with a compassionate expression.

Yongxin's face was covered by gauze, so his expression was not clear, but you could feel the anger in his single eye.

"Abbot, if you just help me kill that bastard, I'll do anything for you, even go through fire and water," Yongxin said in a muffled voice.

The abbot smiled; the plan to use someone else to do the dirty work was halfway done.

"I know that man is no good, but he single-handedly fought off the bandits and is now very popular. I can't do anything to him," the abbot said, feigning pitifulness.

"Is there really no way to overcome this difficulty?" Yongxin asked indignantly.

“It’s not that there isn’t one. I have three strategies here: superior, middle, and inferior. I just don’t know which one you’d like to choose,” the abbot explained.

"Please enlighten me, Abbot."

"The best course of action is to wait until that person wakes up, then challenge him squarely and honorably in a duel on the ring. Life and death are preordained, and if you win, no one will have anything to say," the abbot said.

“Well… my injuries are quite severe, I’m afraid I’m no match for him,” Yongxin said hesitantly.

The abbot scoffed. Clearly, he was no match for the opponent; why the pretense of injury? If he could win, how did he get all these scars?

However, this so-called best strategy was just something he said offhand, and he knew it was impossible to do.

"The middle strategy is to win over a group of loyal monks and expel this person on the grounds that he is possessed by a demon," the abbot continued.

"Possessed by a demon?"

"You didn't see the scene of him killing people. It was extremely cruel. How could someone who isn't a demon fall asleep on a bloody battlefield? This person has no humanity whatsoever; he must be a demon," the abbot said decisively.

"Can inciting the monks really work? I heard he killed over a thousand bandits all by himself." Yongxin hesitated again. Guan Bo had left a deep scar on him, and he now feared him like a tiger.

The abbot sighed, realizing that Yongxin was now ruined, not just because of his injuries, but because he had developed a mental demon. As long as Guan Bo lived, he would never be able to hold his head high again.

It seems impossible to expect Yongxin to use his prestige to compete with Guan Bo now.

"This plan also has risks. After all, he just saved all the monks in the temple, and it is indeed not good to incur their wrath. In that case, we have no choice but to take the next best option."

"What plan should we come up with now?" Yongxin knew that this was his last chance.

"The worst course of action is to sneak into the demon's room while he's asleep, kill him with a single blow, and then destroy the evidence. That way, even if someone objects, there will be no way to prove it." The abbot told Yongxin this vicious plan, and the latter nodded in agreement.

This is indeed a poor strategy, as it would lose public support if discovered, but it is currently the only way with a chance of success.

"When will we make our move?" Yongxin asked.

"Of course, the sooner the better. You're currently recovering from your injuries, so no one will expect you to make a move at this time," the abbot tempted.

Yongxin was still somewhat hesitant. Although Guan Bo was asleep, the pressure he faced was immense.

"If we don't act now, everything will be over when he wakes up," the abbot advised again.

Yongxin was once a decisive and ruthless man; otherwise, he wouldn't have become the leader of the martial monks. Now that he had no way out, he naturally mustered some courage.

The two men discussed their plan in the meditation room. The abbot would lure away all the monks in the vicinity that night, and then Yongxin would secretly kill Guan Bo and throw the body into a dry well behind the courtyard. That would solve everything.

At midnight, while the monks were fast asleep, the abbot feigned concern that bandits might return and reassigned them to guard the area near the temple walls. Thus, Baolin Temple was left unguarded.

Yongxin, carrying a sharp knife, stealthily made his way to Guan Bo's meditation room. Guan Bo remained fast asleep, but had already changed his clothes, now wearing monk's robes with his hair disheveled, looking somewhat incongruous.

At this point, of the three lines, the blue and green lines, except for the red line, had doubled in size. The red line, however, remained stationary, which was why Guan Bo hadn't been able to wake up.

Yongxin's journey was quite smooth, and he quickly sneaked into Guanbo's meditation room.

A fierce glint flashed in Guan Bo's single eye; Yongxin wished he could stab Guan Bo to death with a single blow. However, Guan Bo's fearsome reputation was too great, and Yongxin himself had suffered greatly from it, so caution was the best course of action.

Yongxin cautiously walked over, waved his hand in front of Guan Bo's eyes, and only after confirming that he did not react did he raise the dagger.

But just as he was about to strike, he heard the door to the meditation room being pushed open.

A young monk walked in carrying a plate of fried noodles. One look at him and you could tell he was a lazy bum, but for some reason he chose the meditation room where Guan Bo was.

Perhaps it's because nobody comes here, so it's very safe?

The monk came face to face with Yongxin, and before he could react, Yongxin rushed at him, a sharp knife aimed at him. In a moment of panic, the monk threw down the plate of fried noodles he was holding and used his right arm to block the fatal blow. The knife pierced the monk's arm, severing his tendons.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this arm is essentially useless.

He kicked the monk to the ground, and amidst the screams, Yongxin turned around abruptly, afraid that Guan Bo would be woken up.

A moment later, a comical scene unfolded: the plate of fried noodles landed squarely on Guan Bo's face, smearing his face with noodles.

Seeing that he still wouldn't wake up, Yongxin was afraid that things might get complicated if he waited too long, so he decided to abandon the monk and kill Guan Bo first.

Anyway, the other monks have already been transferred, and no one will arrive anytime soon.

But when he raised the dagger again and stabbed it into Guan Bo's heart, he saw a scene that shocked him.

Guan Bo reached out and moved the plate off his face, blocking Yongxin's stab.

Severely injured, Yongxin couldn't muster his immense strength. A mere wooden plate blocked his dagger. The next moment, Guan Bo sat up, wiped the fried noodles off his face, and burped, exhaling a cloud of foul air.

Guan Bo turned to the injured monk and said, "Don't put so much oil next time, it's too greasy."

After eating a bowl of fried noodles, Peach's health bar subtly increased slightly, unnoticed by anyone.