"This..."
After Xuanzang finished reading the blood letter, he nearly fell from his chair. His entire body had gone limp, without a shred of strength.
"I... I thought they simply didn't want me. So this was the truth?"
"It was... that damned thief!"
Xuanzang's eyes blazed. Fa Ming, beside him, offered no comment on that curse. By the strict precepts of the Buddhist Gate, Xuanzang, as a disciple of the Buddhist Gate, should not have cursed another to death—but Xuanzang did not study Buddhism alone. He studied the Dao as well!
The Daoist sect valued following one's heart.
Though both were renunciants, the Daoist sect was far freer.
The moment he finished cursing, Xuanji nodded in approval. "That's right! They are all people who deserve to die! It is time for you to avenge your parents."
"Good!"
Xuanzang immediately rose to his feet.
"I'll go at once!"
Seeing this, Fa Ming hurriedly said, "Do not rush. I will have the temple's warrior monks accompany you, and we will invite the magistrate of Dantu County as well."
"Why go through all that trouble?"
Xuanji waved a hand. "I can simply go with him."
"Daoist Friend?"
Fa Ming froze.
He looked at Xuanji and frowned.
Xuanji was not old. Either she had achieved success in cultivation, or she possessed an extraordinary background. Yet Fa Ming had never seen her display any other remarkable means. Even if she went along, what could she do?
"It would be better to have the warrior monks accompany you. At least they will provide some protection! Besides, Xuanzang is also a disciple of my Golden Mountain Temple."
That was what Fa Ming said.
Hearing this, Xuanji did not refuse.
"Very well!"
The matter was quickly settled.
After Fa Ming left, Xuanzang sat alone on the steps, gazing