Brutally Beaten, Searching for Crystal Pieces

Just as we were about to return to the main hall, several screams rang out.

Hearing the sounds, we quickly ran back.

The moment we reached the main hall, we saw my master beating up the old monk's ghost and the ghosts of two other Black Monks.

"Motherfucker! Harming people, harming people, I'll make you pay for harming people..."

The old monk clutched his head and screamed, while the other two Black Monk ghosts wore equally agonized expressions.

They kept letting out pained cries of "Ah! Ah!"...

The three Black Monks were being beaten like dogs, with no dignity whatsoever.

We hurried over. Holding the Black Scripture Talismans and the Sanskrit Demon Scripture, I said to my master and Daoist Qingshan, "Master, Senior Qingshan, we only found these Black Scripture Talismans and a Demon Scripture in the living quarters behind the hall. We couldn't understand them, so we brought them all back."

My master glanced at us. "Put them aside. We'll talk after I've had my fill of beating them."

With that, my master viciously kicked the three Black Monk ghosts several more times. "You filthy bastards! You have no humanity, you filthy bastards..."

I set the Black Scripture Talismans aside.

Pan Ling then asked Daoist Qingshan, who had remained silent beside us, "Master, have you finished interrogating them? Did you get any important information?"

Daoist Qingshan nodded slightly. "Yes, and it concerns the crystals!"

At the mention of crystals, Daoist Qingshan turned his gaze toward me.

The instant I heard the word "crystals," my expression became solemn.

"Senior Qingshan, do these Black Monks have crystals too?"

I asked in surprise.

Mao Jing, Zhang Yuchen, and the others were also curious.

But before Senior Qingshan could answer, my master kicked the old monk in the face and replied, "No, but