Qing He's little heart had only tingled for a single breath before returning to normal.
Because she, too, had seen her greasy senior sisters.
She looked herself over, then chuckled. "Fu Gui, what did you do? How did you turn all these people into this?"
By now, Wang Quan also knew that Qing He was no ordinary person. She was very likely a cultivator from the future.
"I just read the diaries."
The new temple master beside him coughed. "Tell us, what did you see in the diaries?"
Wang Quan sighed. "I saw death!"
The new temple master...
At that moment, the many childhood companions and senior Daoists said gravely, "Fu Gui, what did you see?"
Wang Quan turned around. One temple master after another, determined to kill Wang Ming, surfaced in his mind. Thinking of the General Compendium of Unorthodox Paths whose name had been erased, and of the old temple masters who had met with sinister misfortunes, he seemed to grasp something.
"I saw the temple masters of ancient times. I saw the future."
"They knew that the Wang Ming of today was a scourge."
"They tried every possible way to kill Wang Ming!"
"Everyone, we must fulfill our predecessors' dying wishes."
"Wang Ming must die!"
At those words, everyone fell silent.
Yet Wang Quan grew excited. "Everyone, the previous temple masters wanted to kill Wang Ming, but lacked the ability."
"But things are different now."
"We have plenty of ways to kill Wang Ming. A hundred ways, even."
"Temple master, as long as you help me, we can kill Wang Ming with ease."
"When that happens... we'll have fulfilled our predecessors' wishes."
"Who knows? Seeing us work so hard, perhaps those predecessors will even come back to life to praise us!"
Everyone... was tempted.
They all looked