Sect Master Tongtian glanced at Constable Zhang, who was standing among the crowd not far away. This was the uncle's friend who had entered Zhu Manor with the coroner when Zhu Yunluo died last time.
Several people accompanied Constable Zhang. Two were his subordinates, while the other two looked extraordinary and were certainly not his men. They seemed to be no ordinary people.
The reason Sect Master Tongtian had taken out this banknote was that he had seen Constable Zhang and the others there. Otherwise, he would have exposed the old monk directly and merely warned Second Miss Zhu to be on her guard!
But since Constable Zhang and the others were present, he could make this matter a little bigger.
The reason was that Zhang Zhen had mentioned hearing Constable Zhang speak last time that he had an extremely poor impression of Ciyun Temple. If he got the chance, he would definitely seal this place!
Constable Zhang believed Ciyun Temple was a place that harbored all kinds of filth. It was also under his jurisdiction, bringing great uncertainty to his work!
Therefore, if Sect Master Tongtian created an excellent opportunity for him, there was almost no chance Constable Zhang would fail to seize it.
He might even gain some benefits afterward.
Constable Zhang's and Sect Master Tongtian's gazes met. Constable Zhang immediately smiled and nodded, even raising a thumb.
It was praise, and even more so, encouragement.
Sect Master Tongtian smiled faintly, then shifted his gaze back to the old monk's face.
The old monk was blinded by greed and had actually overlooked the smile on Sect Master Tongtian's face, focusing entirely on pondering the matter of the banknote.
The old monk pretended to pinch his fingers while muttering for a while, then suddenly sighed.
"Ah, your father is