"Quick! Bring the ropes!"
The high monks moved with remarkable efficiency, working together to bind the unconscious Master Yideng securely with specially made ropes as thick as a child's arm, afraid that he might wake up and attack again.
Only after confirming that Master Yideng had been completely subdued did everyone in the courtyard finally let out a long breath of relief.
Master Kurong's face was pale as well, clearly having expended no small amount of strength in the battle just now.
He walked up to Lin Xuan, pressed his palms together, and bowed deeply. "Amitabha. Had Benefactor Lin not arrived in time today to lend us aid, Tianlong Temple might have suffered a great calamity. On behalf of all the monks of this temple, this old monk thanks Benefactor Lin for his great kindness."
Lin Xuan waved his hand, his gaze falling upon Master Yideng, who was tightly bound and still occasionally twitching in unconsciousness. His brows furrowed deeply.
"Master Kurong, you are too polite. However, I recall that when I last saw Master Yideng, his condition seemed to have improved. He still retained his reason. Why did he suddenly go mad again today without any warning? And this violent aura seems even stronger than before."
Lin Xuan clearly remembered that when he had come last time, Master Yideng's condition had already improved. He had looked perfectly fine.
Hearing this, Master Kurong's face filled with bitterness and confusion. He shook his head helplessly.
"This old monk cannot make sense of it either. To tell you the truth, during the day yesterday, Junior Brother was still perfectly lucid. He even discussed Buddhist Dharma with this old monk for half the day. At that time, he was peaceful and benevolent, with not the slightest sign of anything amiss."
Master Kurong sighed,