Chapter 512

To be honest, the Seat Master had held many selection ceremonies before, but he had never seen such a "brutal" scene. The child had rudely snatched things from the other outstanding disciples, leaving the old monk, whose white brows hung down to his shoulders, with extremely complicated feelings. He truly did not know what to do.

"Seat Master, this..." a robust, elderly monk said with some hesitation. His exposed skin was all knotted muscle.

"Dharma King Cidan, this old monk does not know what should be done either."

The old monk, whose position was equivalent to an abbot in the temples of the Central Plains, could not help giving a wry smile when he heard that. After hesitating for a moment, he turned to Doji, who had brought back one of the outstanding disciples, and asked, "Let me ask you. Do you know what this outstanding disciple's personality was like at home?"

"Reporting to the Seat Master, according to his mother, this child had a gentle nature and never caused trouble. In fact, he usually neither cried nor made a fuss, and was very easy to look after."

What else could Monk Doji do? He could only answer truthfully. He did not embellish anything, nor did he cover for the other party. In truth, he had not only questioned the child's parents and relatives, but also asked the neighbors around them. The answers had been completely consistent, with no contradictions.

"Seat Master, if you do not believe me, you may examine the monks' Qi Xing Zhu and see whether they match what this young monk has said." He was open and aboveboard. Maybe I could lie alone, but surely not everyone would lie along with me, right?

The so-called Qi Xing Zhu referred to every word and action of everyone