The guest-receiving monk's face turned icy, yet he led the surrounding fellow disciples—who looked more like bandits than monks—as they closed in.
This was the best solution he could devise in the blink of an eye.
For the words "Heaven Will Destroy the Remnant Liang," so treasonous and outrageous, to have appeared for no reason on the temple's screen wall—this could no longer be called a mere scandal. If word got out, everyone in the temple would be left unable to bear the consequences.
Fortunately, the screen wall had already been knocked down. All that remained was to seal off the news.
The temple brothers were easy enough to handle. The troublesome ones were this group of visitors who insisted on paying their respects at the mountain. Fortunately, they too were jianghu folk engaged in forbidden business. The honored guest was already at the foot of the mountain, and little Mount She was hardly towering. Before long, the honored guest and their accompanying guards would reach the temple. At such a moment, it was naturally too late to kill them and silence them.
The monk's best choice was to suppress matters with calm, invite this group to the guest hall and keep them under watch, then decide what to do after the honored guest had completed their worship.
At that point, whether they courteously saw them off the mountain or killed them to silence them, there would still be room to maneuver.
"Benefactor, an esteemed guest has arrived at the temple. Why not rest for a while in the guest hall first?"
The monk spoke with perfect courtesy and restraint.
Su Che smiled faintly. Naturally, he had no objection.
Young Master Su was now a figure who stirred the winds and clouds within Jiankang City. The news that he had