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"": "The eighteen monks abruptly stopped, coming no closer.
The monk who had called out "former Chief Monk Overseer" looked more than startled. Beads of sweat the size of peas broke out on his forehead.
"The former Chief Monk Overseer?"
"All I know is that this man was called Long Phu. He turned the Thousand Buddha Grottoes into his lair, refining Golden Boys, boiling corpse oil, and raising witch bugs inside."
"As for his connection to your Buddhist Order, I know nothing about it."
"Perhaps a lot of people would like to know."
"The victims' families, for instance. Or the supervisory Taoist Grounds in Nanping City."
Luo Bin's words were hardly sarcastic. They were blunt and direct.
It was precisely that directness that made the monk who had called out sweat even more.
Without exception, the other seventeen wore tense expressions, their shock and uncertainty undiminished.
It was simple.
The former Chief Monk Overseer of White Buddha Temple had died. In Buddhist terms, he had passed into nirvana.
After several years, his corpse could not possibly have remained so fresh.
Luo Bin's words directly identified the former Chief Monk Overseer as the leader of the Witchfolk. The revelation was horrifying.
Worse, the Thousand Buddha Grottoes had become his lair...
A Buddhist Order holy site, a place of compassion... had been used for cruel slaughter?
For the various temples, this was more than a profound disgrace.
They could not escape responsibility!
Some began backing away, while others stayed where they were.
"Uncle, Auntie, sit down and rest."
"They aren't bad people. They've simply been kept in the dark by someone evil. They're looking for him too. Once someone with the authority to decide arrives and we explain everything, you'll be able to go home and see Yi