Several monks dragged Monk Huicong before the Bodhisattva statue. Staring at the bloodied child's corpse, Monk Huicong's eyes brimmed with despair. The scar-faced monk pressed a blood-soaked hand against Monk Huicong's shaved head and forced him to bow to the ground, screaming like a madman, "Hurry up and worship the Bodhisattva! Junior Brother Huicong, your demonic heart is too strong. You must cultivate more merit!"
Monk Huicong's head slammed hard against the floor, and blood had already begun to seep from his forehead. Huiqing was frantic. She tugged at Fatty's sleeve, her voice trembling with anxiety. "Benefactor Wang, you... what are you waiting for? Hurry, hurry in and save him! If we wait any longer, Senior Brother Huicong will be beaten to death!"
Fatty was genuinely worried about Monk Huicong, but he wasn't foolish enough to lose his head over it. There were at least thirty monks inside. If they got into a fight, they wouldn't stand a chance. All they could do was wait for an opportunity.
"Little Master Huiqing, please be quiet." Song Tianming shot her a warning look, and Huiqing finally let go.
Jiang Cheng's attention shifted from poor Monk Huicong. He slowly surveyed the entire Hall of Merit, sensing that something was missing.
After a while, Jiang Cheng finally realized what it was: people. There were far fewer people in the Hall of Merit tonight.
Besides their leader, Monk Huide, at least a dozen other monks were missing.
Jiang Cheng couldn't help growing wary. Where had those monks gone? Had they gone to the abbot's Scripture Library, or were they hiding somewhere nearby, waiting to ambush them?
Before Jiang Cheng could tell Song Tianming about his discovery, the heavy footsteps sounded again. The next second, the doors to the Hall of Merit were kicked open. One