Zhang Xiaofan and He Dazhi both looked at Killing Monk, waiting for his answer.
"Actually, I came to this forest with a purpose!" Killing Monk hesitated for a moment, then looked firmly at He Dazhi and continued, "From my investigation, in all of Qing Province, only this forest has these strange bees, yet there are no flowers."
"What does that mean?" He Dazhi frowned slightly, feeling that what Killing Monk was about to say would be a great secret.
"There has always been a legend in Qing Province. A legend about the Flower God! I won't go into the details. It only says that when the Flower God left, she left behind a blessed land in Qing Province." After Killing Monk finished, he glanced at He Dazhi. "That monk master of mine wandered through Qing Province precisely to find this blessed land."
"Your master was?" He Dazhi looked at Killing Monk. Before, he had thought he was just an ordinary monk, but now it seemed things might not be as simple as they had imagined.
Killing Monk shook his head. "I was young then. How would I have thought to ask about such things? As long as I had enough to eat and warm clothes to wear, that was enough."
"Then how can you be sure the blessed land from the rumors is in this forest?" He Dazhi still found it hard to believe. How could things be that coincidental? They had just happened to make camp near this forest, just happened to rob a beehive, and just happened to run into Killing Monk...
Too many coincidences added together were no longer coincidences, but inevitability!
Besides, that was a blessed land left behind by the Flower God. If there really was a hidden hand pushing all these events from behind,