"This matter is serious. Master, please give me a moment to prepare."
Though he said that, Jiang Cheng slowly backed away. When he reached Ye Qiutang's side, he took her hand and squeezed the one holding the candle.
Ye Qiutang understood at once. She quietly took half a step back, hid behind Jiang Cheng's hefty frame, and pulled out a fire striker, ready to light the candle.
Almost at the same moment, dense footsteps sounded outside the Scripture Library. Firelight flickered faintly in the distance as the monks carrying torches hurried toward them.
"Benefactor, don't move!" The abbot's voice took on a note of urgency. "Those vain delusions have noticed you. Benefactor Jiang, hurry! It'll be too late if you wait any longer!"
How could Jiang Cheng fail to see it now? There was clearly something wrong with this so-called abbot. The Scripture Library was nothing but a trap!
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that every time they tried to light the candle, those monks outside came rushing over?
Someone was clearly tipping them off. No, that wasn't right—they were being directed remotely! The abbot and those evil monks outside were in league!
Hui Cong was the only good person in all of Chijie Temple!
The abbot's demand that Jiang Cheng bow and shout reminded him of a story he'd once heard. In remote villages in the northeast, there was a tale about weasels asking people to grant them human form. It was said that a weasel blessed with an opportunity would dig up a corpse's grave, dress itself to look like the bones, and even strip off the dead person's clothes to wear them.
It would slowly learn to speak like a human and stand upright, walking on just its hind legs. Once it had cultivated