I Want to Make a Deal With You

Monk?

Yang Ling's heart tightened slightly.

He came fast!

This must be a monk from Ku Jue Temple!

He opened the other's Attribute Panel and glanced at it:

Character: Huìnéng Profession: Martial Artist Strength: 18 Agility: 12 Spirit: 6 Martial Arts: Tablet Breaking Hand (Entering the Hall and Room), Gale Step (Entering the Hall and Room), Ku Jue Heart Sutra (Second-rate, First Glimpse of the Door) Faction: Ku Jue Temple

"Three Martial Arts in his possession!?"

"So this is the foundation of a major sect..."

Yang Ling marveled inwardly.

But he noticed that the Ku Jue Heart Sutra Huìnéng cultivated was only Second-rate.

"His status in Ku Jue Temple shouldn't be high, but with his Mental Power, he hasn't reached the level to cultivate the Vajra Mingwang Technique either."

Yang Ling thought to himself.

"You say the Prisoner Butcher was captured here?"

The monk said flatly.

"Exactly."

Supervisor Wu nodded cautiously.

All the miners were stunned.

For the first time, they saw that 'caution' on Supervisor Wu's face.

Their hearts shook with shock—what kind of background did this monk before them have?

"On the Prisoner Butcher's person, aside from a few taels of Loose Silver, there was nothing?"

The monk spoke again.

Supervisor Wu's face showed a bitter smile:

"At the time, the Prisoner Butcher had already been taken away by Captain Lin. This Humble One did not search him..."

He glanced secretly at Captain Lin, vaguely guessing something.

Captain Lin frowned and said: "Master Huìnéng, when the Prisoner Butcher was captured, his identity was verified on the spot. There really was nothing else extra on him."

At this point, he seemed thoughtful:

"Earlier, rumors in the Jianghu said that the Prisoner Butcher stole a Buddhist scripture from Ku Jue Temple. Could the rumor be true? Is Master Huìnéng here to find that scripture?"

Huìnéng looked at Captain Lin, then smiled:

"The Prisoner Butcher did indeed steal a Buddhist classic from Ku Jue Temple. Because it was the original, containing profound Buddhist teachings, it cannot be lost.

That is why Ku Jue Temple sent me to recover this text.

But now, since he has no Ku Jue Temple Buddhist text on him, it means he has hidden it somewhere."

Supervisor Wu's expression shifted: "Master Huìnéng, your meaning is..."

"This Fire Crystal Rock Ore is very suitable for hiding things."

Huìnéng pressed his palms together: "Benefactor Wu, could you assist in a search? If we can find that Buddhist scripture, Poor Monk would be deeply grateful."

"Brother Wu, this favor can be done. I've also brought Several Dozen brothers this time—we'll search together."

Captain Lin said.

Seeing this, Supervisor Wu naturally wouldn't refuse. He immediately ordered Steward Niu to arrange for all the miners to search for this Buddhist text.

Facing over a thousand miners, Huìnéng suddenly spoke loudly:

"Whoever can find my Ku Jue Temple's Buddhist classic, Poor Monk can teach them a Fist and Foot Skill, along with fifty taels of silver."

"Sss—"

"Martial Arts! Fifty taels of silver!?"

"Is that for real!?"

"A master from Ku Jue Temple surely keeps his word—if we really find it, we'd be set!"

Among the crowd, Zhang Wei, Lin Guoliang, and the others became exceptionally excited.

In their eyes, this was just a game quest!

"Mengmeng, Chen Xu, if we find the mission target, we'll share the reward together!"

Lin Guoliang said excitedly.

Wu Meng nodded happily.

Chen Xu's face showed a hint of gravity: "I'm afraid it won't be that easy..."

To prevent anyone from finding something and pocketing it, offending Ku Jue Temple, Supervisor Wu had the Mine Guards and Captain Lin's subordinates oversee the search.

The two sides combined added up to nearly a hundred people.

One person supervising a dozen or so miners was no problem.

At the same time, they also had the miners supervise each other.

If someone hid something and was reported, the reward for a successful report was one hundred taels!

That was even higher than what Huìnéng had offered!

Whether by coincidence or not, Yang Ling, Zhang Wei, and Lin Guoliang's group were assigned together.

Chen Xu was somewhat pleasantly surprised and went up to greet Yang Ling.

"What are you muttering about!? Get searching!"

The Constable supervising them had no good face for these refugee miners.

Chen Xu dared not say more and hurriedly began searching everywhere.

Not only were people searching in the mine vein, but also in Miner's Village.

"Two, I shall also go and search."

Huìnéng suddenly clasped his hands, then headed toward the mine vein.

Once he was far away, Supervisor Wu suddenly said in a low voice: "Brother Lin, is what Ku Jue Temple lost really Buddhist scriptures? And not Martial Arts?"

"It must be Martial Arts."

Captain Lin's expression was very grave: "And the grade won't be low—at the very least, it's a Second-rate Martial Art."

"This is a big deal!"

Supervisor Wu murmured to himself: "Even a sect as strong as Mountain River Sect only possesses two Third-rate Martial Arts..."

He suddenly realized: "What did Prisoner Butcher say? Wasn't he captured by you? Did you get anything out of him?"

"Prisoner Butcher..."

Captain Lin glanced at Huìnéng's retreating figure: "Master Huìnéng spoke a few words with him alone, and then Prisoner Butcher died."

"Died...?"

Supervisor Wu felt a slight chill: "Your yamen isn't investigating?"

"Investigate what? There's no need to offend Ku Jue Temple over this. How many nobles and officials in Zhao State are patrons of Ku Jue Temple?"

Captain Lin said flatly: "Besides, they are the aggrieved party."

Supervisor Wu nodded thoughtfully.

He was certain that what Ku Jue Temple lost was a Martial Art, at least a Second-rate one.

Otherwise, Huìnéng wouldn't have needed to silence the man, to keep the news from spreading and attracting the covetous eyes of other major sects.

Time passed bit by bit.

Even the five Mine Shafts were assigned miners to search.