Luo Wanya silently watched, thinking that there were too many fake monks in this world, overshadowing the goodwill of true ascetic monks.
Xiao Qi whispered, "Could there be so hidden master in this temple? What if there’s a Demigod hiding here..."
Luo Wanya shook his head, "If there were a legacy here, the people of the wilderness wouldn’t all flock to the Fire Pit. They’re just ordinary monks. Let’s go and persuade them to leave, as the ones chasing us from the West Continent are right behind us. Passing through here might bring trouble to them. Let’s take them with us and build them a monastery after the war."
Xiao Qi and Luo Wanya crossed over the mountain to visit the Great Compassion Temple. In front of the temple, monks were fertilizing the vegetable garden, their clothes patched in dozens of places.
Luo Wanya stepped forward, putting his hands together, and asked, "How many monks are there here?"
An elderly monk put down his dung scoop, "137 people."
Luo Wanya said, "Everyone, the war is about to reach here. Please co with us."
The monks looked at each other, seemingly not too worried about the war. Instead, upon seeing the Parents’ eting mbers looking hungry and frail, a young little monk limped into the temple, shouting, "Master, master, there are refugees!"
"Why is there such a young monk in the temple?" Xiao Qi wondered aloud.
Soone explained, "In the wilderness, when a disabled baby is born, heartless parents abandon them, while kind-hearted ones travel far to give them to the monks at the Great Compassion Temple to be raised."
Xiao Qi was stunned. No wonder so monks here looked a bit strange, with so using sign language.
These monks truly were ordinary people, not cultivators, and each one of them had a disability.
Even amidst this chaotic world of competing interests, there were people quietly living in the corners of the world.
Monks welcod them into the temple, carrying bamboo baskets filled with vegetables, potatoes, and sweet potatoes, as if they had prepared in advance.
Luo Wanya instructed, "Give these to the elderly, won, and children. Adult n should find roots to eat themselves, and those who dare to snatch food should be expelled."
Xiao Qi led a group to distribute the food, with the limping little monk hopping along beside them.
Luo Wanya looked at the Abbot in front of him and said, "Enemies will soon arrive here. They may try to extract our whereabouts from you, and if you refuse to speak, they might resort to torture."
The Abbot was also deaf-mute. A monk beside him translated Luo Wanya’s words using sign language. The Abbot thought for a mont and responded in sign language, "Then we will tell them your whereabouts."
Luo Wanya: "..."
This isn’t our boss pretending to be an Abbot on the road, is it?!
But he thought about it — with a force of 330,000 passing through, there’s no way to hide these traces. Even if they inford the West Continent, it wouldn’t matter.
Luo Wanya led his team away; this Great Compassion Temple was just a small Chapter in their journey, yet it brought much peace to the minds of the Parents’ eting mbers.
Eight hours after Luo Wanya’s team departed, a fake army’s floating airship landed at the temple entrance.
A fake army officer jumped off the airship and shouted, "Did the Parents’ eting just pass through here?!"
The Abbot said nothing.
With a sharp tone, the fake army officer asked, "Are you deaf? I’m talking to you!"
A monk whispered, "The Abbot is indeed deaf."
Officer: "..."
The Abbot used sign language. The officer couldn’t understand, so he looked at the nearby monk.
The monk translated, "When the country is in trouble, every man has a responsibility. You shouldn’t aid a tyrant."
It turned out these monks knew what was happening with the Federation and had been inford by traveling ascetic monks, preparing food in advance for the Parents’ eting.
The officer sneered, "A bunch of monks lecturing ?"
At that mont, the Abbot raised his middle finger.
The young monk exclaid, "Damn..."
"No need to translate that!" The officer laughed angrily, "What kind of wild monks are these? Kill them all!"
At that mont, the Abbot did not disclose the Parents’ eting’s whereabouts to the fake army as he had claid earlier. Instead, he signaled the monks, grabbing rolling pins from the kitchen and hoes from the fields, and charged at the fake army.
The fake army raised their guns.
In an instant, a blood mist burst from the officer’s chest, and he fell backward.
It was only now that the distant sniper shots reached the temple.
Shot after shot, snipers hidden in the mountains and fields accurately killed the fake army from over a thousand ters away.
Ordinarily, a unit would be equipped with one sniper, yet there seed to be dozens ambushing here.
With just one round of shooting, all the fake soldiers outside the floating airship were dead.
The floating airship quickly ascended, but outside the temple’s garden, a group of Parents’ eting mbers suddenly rushed out, sending bolts of lightning that brought down the floating airship again.
It should be known that among the 330,000 Parents’ eting mbers, 99% were cultivators. Any guerrilla team ford was at least B-Class, with an elite squad specializing in the God of Thunder!
The fake army wanted to hunt this kind of team, but without the cover of a floating airship, it was uncertain who would end up chasing whom.
The lone floating airship zigzagged as it fell into the mountain valley. Luo Wanya erged from the nearby woods and looked at the Abbot, "Monks don’t tell lies, what happened to telling them our whereabouts? And weren’t you planning to kill with that hoe? Isn’t that against your vows?"
The Abbot used sign language.
The young monk translated, "We were planning to renounce our monkhood today."
Luo Wanya: "..."
What a group of adaptable monks!
Luo Wanya gestured to his family behind him, "Take the monks with us. We can’t leave them here to die."
But at that mont, Luo Wanya’s satellite phone rang.
News of Xiao San’s death suddenly ca from afar. Luo Wanya stood dumbfounded in front of the temple with the satellite phone, unsure what to say.
The mountain wind howled, chilling to the bone.
In the forest, birds chirped like sobs.
After a mont of daze, he turned to Xiao Qi and said, "Xiao San is gone. Let’s keep moving; we still have a lot to do."
At that ti, Qing Chen had already been missing for 24 hours, and no one knew where he was.
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...
In the Black Spider’s safe house, it was silent.
Qing Chen tightly held the black Eye of Truth in his hands, appearing lifeless and silent.
The room was dimly lit, and Yi sat with his chin in his palm on a box of supplies, curiously watching the Black Spider open a can and eat it with a spoon, "When was this safe house prepared? Why such a special safe house?"
The Black Spider replied, "I wanted to kill the Duke of Storm City a long ti ago, and I started preparing then. But while I got my escape thods ready, I found I couldn’t kill him."
Yi asked again, "Aren’t you worried you might die this ti? The West Continent must be searching the whole city for us now. If they find us, we’re all dead, aren’t we?"
The Black Spider shook his head, "I’m not afraid. I actually fear death, which is why I’ve put off dealing with the Duke of Storm City, and even didn’t dare to seek revenge against Duke Wend who violated my mother. But this ti, I don’t know why, I’m not that scared."
How long would they have to hide? Neither of them knew, at least until Qing Chen woke up.
Yi muttered to himself, "I wonder what Qing Chen is going through that keeps him from waking."
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