"Looks like Master Fa Zang was right."
"There really is something terribly wrong with Black Leaf Temple."
"There are only a little over a hundred people staying here now... and none of them have been here for even a month."
"Where did the people from a month ago go...?"
Chen Xiuzhu returned to his room, a cold sneer slowly forming on his lips.
There was no doubt about it. They were dead.
Most likely, Monk Kuhai had sacrificed them, or used them for something else...
"Assuming the cycle repeats every month..."
"They dispose of everyone during each sacrificial ceremony, then trick another batch of people from nearby into coming here..."
"Among the people I asked, one has been here for twenty-five days. That means Black Leaf Temple will hold its next sacrifice in five days at most."
"The timing is just right... I wonder what exactly Black Leaf Temple has up its sleeve."
Chen Xiuzhu made a rough estimate of the timing.
After that, he stayed in his room until late at night.
There happened to be a bronze mirror in the room. Chen Xiuzhu walked over and studied his face in it.
His pale, wooden face began changing rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, it became the face of a pale old man with a hooked nose.
It was none other than his nominal master, Zhao Chong.
"Let me uncover Black Leaf Temple's secrets."
Zhao Chong looked at himself in the mirror and grinned.
Taking advantage of the late hour, when no one was around, Zhao Chong opened the door and slipped outside.
Walls over three meters high surrounded the residential area. There were two entrances, one at the front and one at the back, both guarded day and night by monks from Black Leaf Temple.
Naturally, Zhao