Everyone was staring at Xuan Tai's feet, except for Xuan Tai himself.

  His face turned bright red as he stared straight at Jing Wanyan.

  The little monk closest to Xuántài stuttered and stared at Xuántài: "Master uncle, y-your feet..."

  As they looked at Xuan Tai, their eyes gradually became more astonished, as if they had really seen something on Xuan Tai's feet.

  Xuān Tàide jīngshén yǐjīng míngxiǎn kě jiàn de bù wěndìng.

  English Translation:

  Xuantai's spirit has become visibly unstable.

  Jing Wan'er's eyes sparkled with a hint of curiosity, her voice low and gentle: "Master Xuan Tai, why don't you explain the origin of the flower mud beneath your feet?"

  Xuan Tai suddenly let out a loud roar, his fists clenched and swelling with energy, as he charged straight at Jing Wanyan.

  Jing Wan'er remained still, waiting for Xuan Tai to lose control.

  Time waits for no one, and before he knew it, Jing Wanyu's frail body was about to be severely injured by Xuan Tai's iron fist.

  But the one who flew out the next moment was not Jing Yuanyu, but Xuan Tai himself.

  Look at Master Xuanlian who had been silent all along, the palm of his hand holding the Buddhist beads suddenly slapped out and hit Xuantai's chest.

  Xuan Tai couldn't even dodge in time and spat out a mouthful of blood.

  "Master..." He lay on the ground, his blood-red eyes staring at Xuan Lian.

  Jing Wan'er didn't move her body until now, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up. It would be better to say that she had intentionally stood very close just now, wanting to make Xuan Tai unable to bear it and take action against herself.

  It's really Xuanlian who took action, this is just right, the abbot of Qinglong Temple personally cleaned up the door, it's simply justified and saved Dali Temple a lot of trouble.

  Xuan Lian looked down at this time and said to Xuan Tai who was struggling on the ground, "Xuan Tai, look under your feet, what is it?"

  Xuan Tai was taken aback for a moment, and he lowered his head, somewhat unbelieving.

  He looked down at his own feet, clean and spotless. His monk shoes also didn't have any mud on them.

  Xuan Tai was like being hit by a mallet.

  Two monks were arguing about a flag. One said: "The flag is moving." The other said: "The wind is moving." They argued back and forth but could not agree. Umpyō, a Zen master, happened to be passing by. He called out to them: "What are you two so earnestly discussing?" One of the monks replied: "We're having an argument. I say the flag is moving, he says the wind is moving." Umpyō smiled and said: "It's not that the wind is moving or the flag is moving. It's your minds that are moving."

  What an irony.

  "The big iron hammer you used to kill people, and your night-traveling clothes, must still be in the Wu Seng Temple. You can go find them now." Jing Wanyi was speaking as if asking Xuan Tai, but also seemed to be saying it for the people of the Wu Seng Temple to hear.

  Xuan Lian said in a deep voice: "Send someone to thoroughly investigate the Wu Seng Temple, including Xuan Tai's Zen room."

  With this search, they will inevitably be caught.

  Xuan Tai raised his head, those blood-red eyes staring at Xuan Lian: "Master, I did all this for the sake of Qinglong Temple."

  Jing Wan'er looked at him: "The master has no feud or grudge with the Qinglong Temple, what reason do you have to want the master's life?"

  The corpse of the pigeon on the ground was bloody and mangled, Xuan Tai had already committed a murder, it was an established fact. Let's see how the people of Qinglong Temple view this murderer wearing a monk's robe.

  Xuan Tai's eyes were gloomy: "As the head of the Grand Justice Temple, you are actually in cahoots with a demoness. Indeed, from the first day you arrived at Qinglong Temple, it was to make my temple restless."

  Jing Wan'er didn't mind being called a witch, she took a step forward: "Why not say it directly, who exactly is behind you?"

  As long as we find out who is behind Xuan Tai, this case will no longer be the puzzle it is now.

  Unexpectedly, Xuan Tai narrowed his eyes and said in a somewhat desolate tone: "No one instructed me."

  Xuan Tai himself was a person of the Wu Seng Temple, and the three elders of the Wu Seng Temple were all pale at this moment. Without thinking, they said to Xuan Lian: "The abbot is wise, we will never instigate this rebellious disciple to do such a crazy thing."

  Xuan Tai heard this, a cold smile appeared on his face, looking at the floating life in the temple, what kind of monk, each and every one of them was eager to clear themselves. This is the reputation outside, high above the Great Tang Temple.

  Now that things have come to this point, Jing Yuanyu didn't want to let it all go to waste. She pressed him for an answer: "You're a monk with great magical powers, you know exactly when the courtyard is unguarded, you snuck in at night and killed the master, and even prepared your weapons and disguise beforehand, and escaped just as smoothly. Yet you say no one instructed you to do any of this?"

  Jing Wan'er's repeated questioning was all aimed at the vital points, and no one would believe that someone had been instructed to do so, let alone decide to kill someone.

  Xuan Tai remained silent, his face cold and unyielding.

  Perhaps knowing that the situation was already beyond salvation, he no longer thought about how to make excuses.

  "Last night was when the king had the monk transferred away, unless you knew in advance that the king would do so."

  Just then, her shoulder was gently grasped by someone.

  Pei Tan walked up to her side, "Wan Er, step down."

  Jing Wan'er looked up and stared at him in a daze.

  In front of so many monks, hinting that Prince Chang Le had committed a crime was no longer something that a palace maid like Jing Yuanyuan could do.

  Bai Tan can only make everything pause temporarily.

  Bai Tan looked at Xuan Lian. Since he was seriously injured by Xuan Tai earlier, the abbot had been silent all along. His originally wooden face looked even more withered and pale.

  "Pei Tan slowly said: 'I, Pei, came to the Qinglong Temple by imperial order and didn't know what would happen beforehand. Master Xuantai had the intention of killing me, I also want to know, what could make Master Xuantai have to put me to death?'"

  Xuan Lian's expression became even colder and more indifferent as he looked at Pei Tan, last night's events still vivid in his mind, he had been thoroughly outmaneuvered by this man.

  "It's just a small temple, but my Qinglong Temple has even been visited by the Emperor himself, and they all dismounted their horses and paid their respects. But you people dare to be so arrogant, entering my Daxiong Treasure Hall without permission, disrupting the funeral rites, and even damaging the body of my brother Hui Gen's remains! Do you know where you are?" Xuan Tai's face was twisted in anger.

  Several other cases, the one in Daxiong Baodian was done by Jing Yuener, and the other two were reluctantly done by Dalisi Temple for investigation purposes.

  But all these things, excluding the matter of Jing Yuanyuan, Xuan Tai attributed all his dissatisfaction to the Temple of Great Wisdom.

  Seeing this, Jing Wanyu gritted her teeth and sneered, "Master Xuanlian, your disciple Xuantai has been saying that it's for the sake of the temple's reputation. Does he think that Your Honor investigating Hui Gen's death is intentionally targeting Qinglong Temple?"

  Xuanlian has been silent all along, which is already strange enough. Moreover, if they can't pry open Xuantai's mouth now, what's the point of doing everything?

  Xuan Lian's lips slightly opened, "Do you know that it was this old monk... who let Pei Siqiong investigate the cause of Hui Gen's death."

  Xuan Tai suddenly burst out laughing, looking even more eccentric: "Just because Hui Gen is your disciple, you don't care about the temple's reputation, Master?"

  "Have you ever thought about how outsiders view our Qinglong Temple?"

  Xuan Tai has become obsessed.

  In his heart, any fellow disciple or sect sentiment was inferior to the entire Qinglong Temple.

  "Master, you really are old." Xuan Tai's face was full of a deep and mysterious expression. "Do you still remember that thing you did back then to solidify the position of Qinglong Temple as the national temple of the Great Tang?"

  Before anyone could react, Master Hsuan Lien's expression suddenly turned icy cold.

  The old monk beside him seemed to have finally reacted, and quickly shouted: "Xuan Tai, you'd better not spout nonsense! The abbot has made great sacrifices for the Qinglong Temple, how can you slander him at will!"

  It's better if she didn't drink it, but after taking a sip, Jing Yuanyuan was slightly shocked and looked at the scene in the courtyard with surprise.

  The elder said: "You yourself have behaved improperly, polluting the pure land of Buddhism. Now that you've been exposed, I definitely won't let you off lightly!"

  Xuan Tai said coldly, "From the day you entered the temple, your life has already been dedicated to me. Compared to the reputation of our temple, what does one disciple count for?" Apparently, he felt that what he did was justified.

  Xuan Lian looked at him, "You entered the temple at 15 years old, and now it's been over 30 years... Today you tell me, was there really someone who instructed you?"

  Xuan Tai's lips trembled, seemingly not expecting Xuan Lian Dashi to say this. He lowered his head and suddenly smiled: "Disciple, one person does things and one person takes responsibility. Shifu loves Hui Gen dearly and can't bear to do what he could have done back then, so there's only Disciple left to take action for Shifu."

  Xuan Lian closed her eyes.

  The elder immediately said: "Quickly put Xuántài in the Vinaya Hall, and have someone strictly guard him." As soon as he finished speaking, several warrior monks lifted Xuántài from the ground and hastily retreated.

  Xuan Lian looked at Pei Tan and said: "From today on, I will personally guard the courtyard." As soon as this was said, it indeed caused people to be very surprised.

  Bai Tan and Xuan Lian looked at each other: "How can we make Fang Zhang stay here?"

  The elder said before: "I will send the most powerful monk from the Wu Seng Temple to guard this place, Master, you..."

  Xuan Lian said: "If something happens to the Duke of Dalisi in our temple, it will be the greatest disaster for our temple."

  The old man didn't say anything else.

  Jing Wan'er looked at Xuan Lian, and for some reason, she felt a lingering breath in her chest that refused to dissipate. Was this going to be like last time, where he would pick her up high only to gently put her down, ultimately failing to achieve her goal?

  Half of the monks in the Wuseng Temple stayed within the temple grounds, and suddenly all their actions were restricted.

  Shen Xingwen watched a big show, laughed and left directly, nothing to do with him, returned to his own place.

  Jing Wan'er saw Pei Tan's wound bleeding and immediately followed him into the house. She couldn't help but say, "Sir, don't worry about this anymore. The Qinglong Temple has a carriage, the top priority should be to prioritize your body, let's set off back to Chang'an immediately."

  "I'm fine."

  Jing Wan'er felt that everything was going wrong today: "Sir..."

  The Qinglong Temple itself is only concerned with its reputation, and everyone's heart has no Buddha, but instead has entered the devil.

  Pei Tan said: "What you just shouldn't have mentioned was the matter of the king moving away the monk."

  Jing Wan'er pursed her lips, "Wan'er has only heard that if all else is excluded, the remaining one must be the only possibility."

  "What you said is correct, but your exclusion is wrong. You excluded what shouldn't be excluded."

  Jing Wan'er slowly lowered her eyes and said after a long while: "Please, sir, enlighten me."

  Pei Tan said after a moment: "Xuan Tai may have known in advance that the monk would be transferred, but it was not a conspiracy between him and Wang Ye."

  Jing Waner frowned: "But how could it be?"

  "Have you forgotten that Wang Ye has already written a letter back to Chang'an? He doesn't need to make another move."

  Jing Wan'er thought it was Li Xiuzhi who created an opportunity for Xuan Tai, but it shouldn't be this point.

  Jing Wan'er was stunned for half a moment.