Yang Guang's Death (End)

"Abbess." Seeing Fan Qinghui cough up blood, the female disciples of Cihang Monastery immediately called out in concern. In all these years, she had never seen Fan Qinghui look so terrible.

"I'm fine. Yang Guang, Yang Guang..." Fan Qinghui raised a hand to stop the disciple from approaching, her face twisted as she repeatedly muttered Yang Guang's name. Her distorted expression frightened the disciple beside her so badly that she involuntarily took a step back.

"Notify Feixuan at once. Tell her to return to the mountain immediately. Also, contact Daoist Ning, Master Liaokong, and the Four Holy Monks as quickly as possible."

Fan Qinghui was worthy of being Fan Qinghui. After her chest heaved deeply several times, she finally suppressed her emotions and promptly issued several orders.

Yang Guang's move of pulling the rug out from under them was far too significant. It was so serious that Fan Qinghui could no longer make the decision alone. Although Cihang Monastery led the plan to choose an emperor on Heaven's behalf, anyone could see that such a major matter implicated the entire Buddhist sect.

If the matter had not been so grave, Cihang Monastery could have handled it as circumstances required. But now, it concerned the very survival of Buddhism. If they mishandled it, whether Buddhism would be destroyed was uncertain, but its losses would definitely surpass those suffered during Emperor Wu of Liang's time.

"Master..." Shi Feixuan stared blankly at the latest intelligence in her hand. Before this, she had naturally placed absolute faith in her sect, but those bloody figures left her utterly at a loss over what to do.

Compared with old foxes like Fan Qinghui and Liao Kong, Shi Feixuan was still far too young. Cihang Monastery had taught her to take responsibility for the world, and she