I had already suspected that the Seventh Master might have offended Daojue in one of his previous lives.
But I had never considered that possibility. It had never occurred to me that the Seventh Master was the one who had persecuted Gongsun Jing.
As for why I had never considered it, perhaps my first impression had been too strong. The Seventh Master seemed too noble for me to associate him with a treacherous villain.
Besides, I had thought there could hardly be such a coincidence: Gongsun Jing, Daojue, the Ghost King, and the informer all meeting in this lifetime.
Yet the truth really was that coincidental.
I suddenly remembered what the eminent monk Huixin had said. All of this... was fate. It was karma.
The position of "Temple Superintendent" held a certain standing within a Daoist temple. The Temple Superintendent oversaw and managed the temple's daily affairs, and the post was usually held by a senior Daoist priest.
Yet the very Temple Superintendent who managed everyone had betrayed them all to save himself. More than a hundred lives in that Daoist temple had been lost because of him.
His methods had also been utterly despicable. He had fabricated claims that Gongsun Jing had slept with the Ghost King, not only harming Gongsun Jing but also destroying his good name.
Even if Gongsun Jing had romantic feelings for the Ghost King, the two of them had never gone that far. At the time, he had valued Daoism's reputation and the lives of the many Daoist priests above his own life. Whatever feelings he had for the Ghost King, he had devoted himself wholeheartedly to doing his part for Daoism.
In the end, that had become the Temple Superintendent's weapon against him.
What that Temple Superintendent had done was truly shameful and