"You three should watch yourselves more carefully."
"Shaolin Temple's good name must not be ruined by the likes of you."
Xuan Xin, fat-faced and big-eared, gnawed on a chicken leg as he summoned Xu Yue and the other two over, speaking with earnest gravity.
"Of course, I know you're at that age when your blood runs hot. There are no women in the temple, and you two are both quite handsome, but..."
"Martial Uncle Xuan Xin, you haven't been listening to some rumor, have you?" Meng Qi said darkly.
"What rumors? My Servants' Courtyard is no place that hides filth and corruption. I'm merely giving you a reminder."
Xuan Xin spoke with a crafty grin.
Never mind that it was only Catching Wind and Shadow—even if he caught them in the act, he would choose to suppress the matter.
In the original story, Meng Qi's former roommate, a servant monk burdened by a blood feud as deep as the sea, had gone mad with despair at being unable to take revenge and attacked Meng Qi after he had been permitted to enter the Martial Monk Academy. Xuan Xin had intended to cover that up as well.
After all, Xuan Xin himself was an undercover Great Demon. All he wanted was stability in the Servants' Courtyard and to avoid attracting attention whenever possible. He had no interest in truly concerning himself with such matters.
Otherwise, not a single servant monk would have been promoted in nearly ten years.
"Enough. What I said today was only a reminder. It would be best if there really is nothing going on. The main reason I called you over is because you're steady enough to clean Zenheart Courtyard for the next two days. Remember not to offend any honored guests."
Having set that matter aside,