"This humble monk... this humble monk..."
"It truly wasn't this humble monk who killed it."
The young monk Kongming was sweating profusely with anxiety. He had no idea how he had somehow become the eminent monk Gao who had redeemed a vicious demon.
Yet as a direct disciple of Taining Temple, he had been raised under the strict precepts of the Buddhist Order.
How could he admit to something he had never done for no reason at all?
Besides, he vaguely felt that this was absolutely not a good thing.
How could he possibly carry this black pot?
He hurriedly explained, "Amitabha. City God, please see clearly—this demon was truly not redeemed by this humble monk. This humble monk had not even raised a hand just now..."
But how could the Lingshui City God dare let him continue?
The foremost rule of serving as an official in the Heavenly Court was to safeguard oneself wisely.
When trouble arose and no answer could be found, simply report it upward.
As for who had truly killed the toad demon of Withered Horse Ravine, that could be left to the great figures above the clouds to fret over.
If he insisted on digging to the root of things now and uncovered some so-called truth, he might be dragged into the mess for nothing.
With that thought—
The Lingshui City God immediately drew himself up and loudly interrupted Kongming.
"Master Gao, you are noble and virtuous. You bestow kindness without seeking reward; you are truly a model for us all! This lowly official understands. This lowly official understands everything!"
The City God repeatedly cupped his hands, giving Kongming no chance to speak again before turning to Jiang Yuechu and Zi Ling with a salute.
"My lords, such a grave incident has occurred at Withered