In Liu Xu's eyes, Xu Bai was the sort who yielded neither to soft nor hard tactics. Unless he wanted to do something himself, no one could persuade him.
Like the matter of killing County Magistrate Zhang and Lin Fu last time—Xu Bai had only done it because he wanted to.
But now Wu Hua said there was a third way, and he sounded utterly certain.
Thus, Liu Xu was very curious what method Wu Hua would use.
Wu Hua raised one finger and said the most hackneyed word imaginable. "Money!"
Money? Even through her veil, Liu Xu could feel the corner of her mouth twitch.
She had never expected Wu Hua to give such an answer.
One word.
—Vulgar!
Was this something money could solve?
If money could solve it, it would not be a problem.
"The money this humble monk speaks of refers to a broad category. As long as one is willing to pay a sufficient price, someone will surely be tempted." Wu Hua took something from his robes as he spoke.
Liu Xu looked over.
It was a book with no cover and no writing on its surface.
The pages were creased, the folds deep. It had clearly been read many times.
"This is..." Liu Xu frowned slightly.
"When the current abbot of Vajra Temple was young, he hand-copied buddhist scriptures. Though they were ordinary scriptures, this is a handwritten copy." Wu Hua explained, "During one mission, Vajra Temple gave this Buddhist scripture to this humble monk as a reward. It came from the Scripture Repository."
As he spoke, Wu Hua stroked the scripture, wearing an expression of painful reluctance.
But in Liu Xu's eyes, that expression was not worth mentioning.
"I heard that the current abbot of Vajra Temple was utterly unknown there. Copying buddhist