After hearing Jiang Cheng's explanation, the chubby man couldn't help feeling uneasy. But after thinking it over, he had to admit Jiang Cheng's guess was plausible, even if they had no direct evidence to prove it yet.
At noon, Jiang Cheng and the chubby man went to the dining hall as usual. The food was still the same thin porridge, clear enough to reflect their faces, and each person was limited to one bowl. The chubby man eyed the roomful of burly monks, his suspicions growing, but this time they didn't see Monk Huicong. Monk Huide wasn't there either.
Back in their room, the chubby man rubbed his stomach and found that he wasn't as hungry as he'd expected. "Strange. That bowl of porridge really kept me full. How about you?" He looked at Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng felt the same way, and was surprised as well. That one bowl of thin porridge had actually made him feel somewhat full.
There were too many strange things about this temple. Sitting on the bed, Jiang Cheng took the Paper Figure he'd gotten from Monk Huicong out of his pocket.
"Doctor!" The chubby man had sharp eyes. From where he stood, he could just make out something on the back of the Paper Figure. "The back! It looks like there's writing on it!"
Jiang Cheng turned the Paper Figure over, and his gaze paused. Sure enough, two crooked lines had been written on the back.
The writing was tiny. You wouldn't notice it unless you looked closely.
"Those who kill and burn their way to wealth wear golden belts; those who build bridges and roads end up without a grave." Jiang Cheng held the Paper Figure, momentarily lost in thought.
"What does that mean?" The chubby man stared at it wide-eyed. "Good