"But isn't this all a little too unbelievable?" the Fatty asked, looking at Jiang Cheng in puzzlement. He didn't disagree with Jiang Cheng's reasoning, but everything about the matter was strange. He still hoped they could find more direct evidence.
But the next second, the Fatty's eyes suddenly widened. Jiang Cheng raised his left hand, and it was clearly in the wrong position—the bones inside it were broken.
"I woke up like this. The injury's the same as last night."
Staring at Jiang Cheng's broken left hand, the Fatty felt a chill run from head to toe. Last night, Jiang Cheng had tripped while fleeing because he'd been distracted, and it was his left hand that he'd broken. The Fatty remembered it clearly. What was strange was that, as soon as dawn came, Jiang Cheng's broken hand had healed completely.
So it really was true...
Day and night were two separate worlds.
Lowering his hand, Jiang Cheng asked the Fatty to tear off a few strips of cloth and use them to hold the broken bones in place. "Tonight, we're going back to the Hall of Merit to find Monk Huicong. I think he's the key to connecting the worlds of day and night."
That afternoon, Monk Huicong had been taken away in bonds by Monk Huide and his men. They'd said they were going to cultivate merit again that night.
Jiang Cheng's words were easy enough to understand. The Fatty got it after a moment's thought. In the daytime world, Chijie Temple was the complete opposite of how it was at night. By day, the morning bells and evening drums rang out, and the temple was solemn. But at night, all the precepts were abandoned, and the monks revealed their depravity. The only thing that remained the same was