The words "Chijie Temple" seemed to have been deeply driven into Jiang Cheng's mind. There might have been some meaning behind them. From the monks' shouting earlier, it seemed that in this temple, eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name didn't matter; only eating meat and drinking wine counted as merit.
And... Jiang Cheng's expression grew darker. He had clearly heard the pockmarked monk mention the abbot while pressuring Monk Huicong.
His exact words had been: "The abbot said that drinking wine and eating meat are acts of merit. Junior Brother Huicong, why aren't you cultivating merit? How can you drive out your inner demon if you don't cultivate merit?"
What Jiang Cheng was curious about was this: if eating meat and drinking wine counted as merit, then what exactly was this so-called inner demon?
The night grew darker, and no more sounds came from outside. The silence was deathly. As Jiang Cheng pondered, he eventually fell into a deep sleep. When he opened his eyes again, it was already light outside.
But as soon as he got up, he realized something was wrong. After what had happened the previous night, he hadn't dared let his guard down when they returned. He had eventually sat with his back against the wall, facing the door. Yet when he woke that morning, he was lying flat on the bed, just as he had been when he first fell asleep.
The Fatty was in the same strange situation. He was lying beside Jiang Cheng, fast asleep, but Jiang Cheng clearly remembered that after they'd returned the night before, the Fatty had slept in the corner.
Who was it?
Who had moved them?
The most frightening part was that whoever it was hadn't even woken them.
Jiang Cheng immediately went to the door. After