Above the Dharma Master

From the shadowed corner, a second group of ambushers suddenly charged out. Led by their leader, they entered the exhibition hall without meeting the slightest obstruction. The hall was soaked in blood; the moment the door was pushed open, the stench rushed straight into their faces, choking tears from their eyes.

The polished floor was covered in crimson blood. Heads, severed limbs, broken bodies, organs, and more were steeped in it, looking exactly like a living hell.

Anyone with even slightly weaker nerves would have broken down on the spot after seeing it; being scared insane would not have been impossible.

In the center of the exhibition hall, a middle-aged man in a security uniform, holding a long, narrow Kesa Knife, narrowed his eyes and smiled at the uninvited guests who came in.

"You're a little late, but I took care of them all by myself." He casually flicked the blood from his blade, his face calm and indifferent, as though slaughtering dozens of Bhikshus and Shamis by himself was no great matter.

"As expected of Bushi Monk. In just a few short days, you infiltrated Bufa Temple's Family Branch team and then hooked up with those Daoist Priests from Funiu Mountain. In the end, you played both sides like fools."

The leader stepped forward, clapping as he praised him.

"Remember, not a single thing you promised me can be missing. If even one is short, I'll slaughter your entire temple." The middle-aged man named Bushi raised the blood-dripping Kesa Knife and pointed it at the second unknown group, his tone a grave warning.

"Don't worry. Compared to the Golden Prayer Wheel, the things you want are nothing." Hearing this, the leader waved a hand, looking utterly unconcerned.

"Good."

As soon as the words fell, Bushi flashed aside and gestured