My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 214 Disposing of the Corpse
"Silence~"

Hearing the familiar voice behind him, and thinking that the imperial court was now so coercive, the Qintian Supervisor recruited talents from all over the world, and had vast magical powers, the young novice could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he thought of something.

"Uncle Master...Uncle Master, he, the White Lotus Demon..."

His face was horrified, and his voice was deliberately lowered and trembling.

"Relax, I know-"

Zhu Houcong replied while watching the situation on the field.

At this time, the young monk no longer cared about why Zhu Houcong appeared here at this moment, violated the curfew, and wandered around the temple at night.

He tightly grasped Zhu Houcong's sleeves, as if grasping the last straw, his voice urgent.

"Quickly, find the two masters Yuanhui and Yuanshu——"

Speaking of these two names, the eyes of the little monk in front of him shone brightly again.

Yes, the two masters Yuan Hui and Yuan Shu have always had a good reputation in the temple, unlike Master Yuan Tong who is in charge of the Discipline Hall and is vicious and vicious.

Especially the great monk Yuanshu, although he looks rude, he is extremely protective of his shortcomings and is polite to even the young novice monks.

The staff at Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is very good...

Presumably, when they found out that Uncle Yuantong had an affair with the White Lotus Sect, they would definitely put aside their friendship with each other and kill their relatives for the sake of justice.

"Are they—"

But the young novice didn't pay attention. When he heard these words, the eyes of the imperial envoy who looked like a young man flashed with an indescribable and obscure light.

Those two people...

"Uncle Master and the others will definitely have someone on duty at the Main Hall tonight, and we will definitely be able to find him if we go over now—"

When the little novice monk said this, his tone was a little excited, so that he was completely immersed in the joy of surviving the disaster and ignored the abnormality of the young man in front of him.

Main Hall——

Zhu Houcong looked at the majestic and solemn building in the west, which even in the dark night sky and under the cover of the dim moonlight, squinted his eyes slightly.

Tonight, it stood there quietly, watching with cold eyes the joys and sorrows of many monks in the temple after hearing about the death of Master Fa Neng, like a giant beast that chooses people for food.

"There's no rush—"

Zhu Houcong quietly faced off against the terrifying monster hidden in the dark night in the distance.

For a long time~
It wasn't until the young novice raised his head a little uneasily that he comforted him.

"We will definitely make a trip there, but not now."

Not far away, the two people in the bamboo forest finally got everything done. They sprinkled something on the corpse, chanted a spell, and then walked out of the bamboo forest.

The little novice monk next to him looked at the shining shovel in the hand of Uncle Yuantong not far away, and was so frightened that he shrank beside Zhu Houcong and did not dare to move.

On the way, the demon girl seemed to have noticed something, and looked towards the pile of rocks where Zhu Houcong and the little novice were hiding.

But he found nothing and could only follow Monk Yuantong away with some reluctance.

"You go find Wang Zuo——"

Zhu Houcong looked at the little novice monk beside him with serious eyes.

"He will protect you. Don't make any announcement about today's matter - you know -"

Zhu Houcong warned.

The little novice monk in front of him nodded subconsciously.Zhu Houcong sighed secretly in his heart.

"When I come back, I will go with you to inform everyone in the temple——"

He looked at the direction in which the demon witch and monk Yuantong were leaving, and finally glanced at the young novice behind him, who had his head lowered. Then he raised his sword and chased in the direction of the white lotus witch and the monk.

……

"In order to cover up this secret, how many Jinyi guards did you kill who accidentally strayed into it?"

The two people in front of them had moved more than ten times, but there was still a pit that was lifelike, like the body of a Jin Yiwei who had just died.

The White Lotus Witch couldn't help but complain.

"The Holy Lady didn't ask me to come to Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple to do this with you stinky monks."

Monk Yuantong did not speak. His expression was focused, and his eyes were extremely wary of the corpses in front of him.

Before touching the body, he put on a pair of black leather gloves.

Then carefully, even gently, as if holding a child who had just fallen asleep, he dragged the body to a wooden cart commonly used by vendors down the mountain.

What is surprising is that when these corpses collide with the ground, the sound they make is not the friction sound of flesh and earth and stone that people are usually used to.

On the contrary, it was a crisp sound similar to that produced by the collision of gold and stone.

Some corpses were inevitably bumped during transportation, and some dust-like things began to rustle down on the surface of their skin. The witch choked and coughed violently.

"Cough cough..."

The white lotus witch in front of her wears a white veil all year round like their saint, but she can't hide the enchantment between her brows.

Even the sound of coughing sounded crisp and sweet, which made me feel pity for him.

It's a pity that the two people present are more hard-hearted than the other.

A woman who has cultivated a Buddha's heart long ago will be round and round, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she will look like a pink skull in front of Yuantong.

The other one thinks that your acting skills are too poor, at least much worse than those of the concubines in my harem who were trained as spies from childhood and are good at acting and conspiracy.

Zhu Houcong expressed that not only did he have no pity, but he even wanted to laugh when he saw such poor techniques.

What made Zhu Houcong thoughtful was this.

The bumps on the bodies of the Jin Yiwei wearing flying fish suits in front of them actually revealed the same flesh and blood that looked like glass under the moonlight, just like when the magic energy transformed into a Buddha at noon.

"This is the last batch. Once this batch is processed, you should leave here as soon as possible. Otherwise, don't blame the old monk for being merciless."

Perhaps because he was on the verge of success, Yuantong couldn't help but feel a little relaxed.

He turned his head and said coldly to the White Lotus Sect demon girl beside him who was not doing any work at all, but just stood quietly watching him dispose of the corpse.

The demon girl just covered her mouth and chuckled, and replied.

"Why are you doing this, Zen Master? The saint specifically told me before she came that it is not a big deal to help Wanfo Temple dispose of the corpses of these Jinyiwei. It is more important to help your Wanfo Temple re-pacify the real Buddha who is about to wake up. Although in the eyes of outsiders, we Bailian The religion is a cult, but after all, we are also human beings. Once the true Buddha wakes up, the lives of several southeastern provinces will be devastated, which we do not want to see..."

"Ha! So grand! Do you really think others don't know what your plans are?"

Yuantong struggled to move the last body onto the cart.

These corpses that had been dead for many years were much heavier than expected. Even Yuantong, who had been practicing martial arts and Buddhist secrets since childhood, and could swing his arms with a force of more than a thousand kilograms, felt a little strenuous at this moment.

The cart in front of him creaked under the weight of the five corpses, and the wheels were deeply embedded in the earth and rocks. Yuantong mustered up all his strength to pull it out of the mire.

(End of this chapter)