After the secret transaction that night, Elder Jinchi immediately felt much more energized and summoned several disciples from the Zen Temple whom he usually valued to discuss the matter.
When they heard that their Old Ancestor wanted to spend so much money on a single cassock, they immediately objected.
Even if it truly was a treasure, and even if it had been bestowed by Guanyin Bodhisattva.
Once all that money was spent, what would everyone in the Zen Temple eat?
Besides, the so-called gift from the Bodhisattva was merely the Great Qin Monk's own claim. Its authenticity remained to be confirmed. For all they knew, he could have been bragging.
A tall, skinny monk flashed a fierce look in his eyes. He glanced out the window, then quietly said to the others:
"After all, this is our territory. Since Old Ancestor wants that cassock, why don't we..."
As he spoke, the tall, skinny monk made a throat-slitting gesture. His meaning was obvious.
Elder Jinchi hesitated. After all, the other party had already intended to sell it to him. If they still killed them...
But then again, taking out twenty thousand taels of gold at once would indeed severely drain the Zen Temple's resources.
"Fine, we'll do as you say. But keep it as discreet as possible."
After saying that, Elder Jinchi sat cross-legged on his bed and closed his eyes to rest.
He had no desire to do such dirty work that would damage his merits. Fortunately, this disciple of his had once engaged in robbery and burglary, so he had plenty of relevant experience.
The monks of Guanyin Zen Temple quickly gathered. When they heard they were going to slaughter the two visiting monks, not a single one objected.
They moved with practiced ease. Who knew whether some unlucky