"Tell me. Where is Flying Mountain Temple? How did you become its abbot, and where did this Daoist Sect cultivation of yours come from?"
As a disciple of White Cloud Temple, Lu Zheng naturally had to get to the bottom of things when faced with a Demon Creature that might have committed evil deeds yet claimed to be the abbot of a daoist temple.
It was not that Demon Creatures were forbidden from wearing daoist robes or calling themselves daoists. Lu Zheng was not that overbearing. But if one wore daoist robes while doing evil, then one could not blame Lu Zheng for targeting them specifically—just as Guang Yue had been the most proactive back when he heard that something strange had happened at Chicken Cry Temple.
"Spare my life, Senior! Flying Mountain Temple is within a branch of Ling Mountain. The abbot, my master, saw that I was born with a daoist body, so he took me in as a protector of the Daoist Sect. Later, there was no—no successor, so he passed the position of abbot to me."
The moment he finished speaking, a woman's voice rang out from the valley, coldly saying, "You're lying!"
It was Lin Wan who spoke.
As a criminal police officer who had risen from the front lines, she saw at a glance the short, fat man's outward fierceness and inner cowardice, his guilty fear.
"You killed the old abbot!" Lu Zheng's furious shout exploded beside the short, fat man's ear.
"No, no! I didn't dare kill him!" the short, fat man denied instinctively.
His voice caught, and his face instantly turned pale.
He was no fool. From the earlier exchange, he had already realized that the man speaking in Hundred Springs Valley was likely also from the Daoist Sect.
That was why,