"Brother Chu, what are you looking for?" Guo Ming watched Chu Danqing roam all over South Mountain Temple with Han Quan's Shadow sniper rifle in hand, and asked in puzzlement.
"Root out evil completely. I'm still short one tiger's ghost." Chu Danqing did not hide it. The natives could not see treasure chests anyway, so there was no harm in telling him.
Guo Ming pondered briefly, then said, "Could the one you're missing be Zen Master Yinke, hanging from your waist?"
He truly did not know why Chu Danqing thought one was missing, but they had already searched twice without finding anything. Zen Master Yinke fit the description perfectly.
Chu Danqing froze when he heard that, then an awkward smile appeared on his face. "Da Bao, come back. I found it."
This was what they called riding a donkey while looking for a donkey.
Da Bao hurried back, swept his gaze around, and asked doubtfully, "Where?"
"Here." Chu Danqing untied the Human Skin from his waist, gave it a shake, and spread it open. "This is it."
Chu Danqing lifted Zen Master Yinke's Human Skin, then took candles, lard, and clean water from his Storage Space.
As he smeared lard over Zen Master Yinke, he asked, "The Zhanji Tiger is dead, and the Three Corpses are dead too. It's time you told us what lies at the bottom of that well."
How could he possibly have forgotten the promise the other party had made earlier?
"This is a long story, alas." Zen Master Yinke sighed and continued, "Benefactor, please do not act rashly. I will tell you."
"We have all the time in the world. We could listen until tomorrow." Chu Danqing did not believe a single word.
"You two must have heard of how effective South Mountain Temple is