His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Don't panic. Take some people over there to calm her down and treat her normally. Make sure she doesn't suspect anything is wrong."

"it is good."

Mo Sangyu overheard the monks' secret conversations through his spiritual sense.

"Wen Zhixia is here."

She and Feng Xingyu sat on the roof beam, their gazes fixed on the main hall.

Before long, a slender figure slowly walked away in the light and shadow at the entrance of the main hall.

Finally, I saw the person that Gu Jinzhi had been looking forward to for so long.

She wore a plain white dress, made of soft fabric, with a simple design and almost no embellishments.

She wore a thin cloak of the same color, which made her look even thinner, as if a mountain breeze could blow her over.

Her long, black hair was loosely tied back with a simple wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands falling beside her fair cheeks.

She had very beautiful features: willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a straight nose, and light-colored lips. She exuded a scholarly air about her.

Quiet, aloof, even... giving the illusion of being somewhat fragile.

This is completely different from the strategist Mo Sangyu imagined.

Could there be a mistake?

Wen Zhixia entered the main hall, her gaze calmly sweeping over the Buddha statues and prayer cushions inside. Then she slowly knelt down, clasped her hands together, and closed her eyes to pray for blessings.

Their posture was devout and focused.

Mo Sangyu's spiritual sense swept over her, and he discovered that she was indeed a weak woman without any true energy.

The guards she brought with her were all martial arts masters of the sixth or seventh rank.

This is enough to show that she is indeed very important to Chu Tianxiong.

Wen Zhixia knelt for more than half an hour before finally getting up.

She seemed a little tired, raised her hand and gently pressed her temple, nodded slightly to the monk waiting beside her, and said in a clear, slightly hoarse voice: "Thank you for your trouble, Master. I will go to the meditation room to rest for a while and return to the city at noon."

"Please, Miss Wen." The monk returned the greeting with his hands clasped together.

Wen Zhixia turned around and, accompanied by her bodyguards in plain clothes, walked towards the meditation room in the backyard.

Her back was slender and straight, and her steps were unhurried.

Mo Sangyu was eager to see what would happen next.

"Should we split up?" Mo Sangyu asked.

Feng Xingyu glanced at her and nodded, "Okay."

The two climbed down from the roof beam, and none of the pilgrims or monks around noticed.

Mo Sangyu followed Wen Zhixia, while Feng Xingyu went to handle another matter.

There's no other way; it's just the two of them now, so they have to do everything themselves.

Mo Sangyu's spiritual power has now recovered to 60%, allowing her to move freely within the temple, whether day or night.

She easily avoided the eyes and spies in the courtyard, and none of Wen Zhixia's personal guards noticed her.

Wen Zhixia entered the meditation room where she was resting, and Mo Sangyu was on the roof of her room.

Mo Sangyu casually set up a barrier that completely isolated her aura, so that no matter how many people came and went in front of her, no one could detect her presence.

This is a new skill she developed after she understood the principles of protective restrictions.

Mo Sangyu lay leisurely on the roof, waiting to see the show that was about to begin.

Inside the meditation room.

Wen Zhixia sat quietly at the table, closing her eyes to rest.

Four guards stood watch outside the door.

The other eight people were scattered around the perimeter of the Zen temple to keep watch.

A monk approached respectfully, carrying tea and snacks, and said to the guards outside the door, "Our temple has prepared some refreshing tea and snacks, which we would like to send to Miss Wen."

The guards inspected the tea and snacks and confirmed they were not poisonous before letting him in.

After the monk went in, he quickly came out again, nodded to his guards, and then left with his head bowed.

Inside the room, Wen Zhixia did not touch the tea and snacks.

Her gaze fell on the cup of tea, then she glanced at the closed door, her delicate brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

For some reason, she felt somewhat uneasy today.

She has no true qi, but years of being in the vortex of power and on the edge of the battlefield have given her an almost beast-like intuition for danger.

The atmosphere at this temple seems a bit off today.

The monk's eyes seemed to flicker with a hint of something more than usual.

She stood up calmly, walked to the window, gently pushed it open a crack, and looked outside.

There were still quite a few worshippers outside, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

She's a regular here, having come countless times without ever having an accident...

The sandalwood incense on the table had a familiar scent to her.

Wen Zhixia's eyes flickered slightly. She sat back down, picked up her teacup, and took a small sip.

After finishing his tea, he slumped onto the table as if he had fallen asleep.

Mo Sangyu stood on the roof, lifted a tile, and looked inside openly.

She touched her chin, a hint of interest appearing in her eyes.

Wen Zhixia is quite something.

A short while later, a slight movement came from the bed in the room.

The middle section of the bed was pushed open from below, and a burly monk emerged from it.

It turns out that this room was connected to a hidden room.

No wonder they dared to lay a hand on Wen Zhixia, taking her away from here without anyone noticing, and then sending her back after they were done.

That's incredibly audacious!

"She fainted?"

Feng Xingyu's low voice suddenly rang in Mo Sangyu's ear. Mo Sangyu, who was engrossed in the movie, was startled.

She was completely unaware of his approach?

How is that possible?

It must be because of the soul contract!

No, she set up a barrier, how did he find her?

"What's wrong? Why that expression?"

Feng Xingyu caught a fleeting look of surprise in her eyes and frowned, saying, "You don't want to see me?"

"no."

Mo Sangyu regained her composure and turned her gaze back to the room: "Did you get things sorted out over there?"

Feng Xingyu looked at her suspiciously before nodding and moving closer to her, saying, "It's all settled. When do you plan to make your move?"

"No rush."

Mo Sangyu gestured for him to look down.

"Maybe they don't actually need our help."

After saying this, the monk walked up to Wen Zhixia, his smile utterly lewd.

"Finally, you're in my hands. You usually rest here for more than an hour; that's plenty of time!"

After the monk finished speaking, he couldn't wait to take Wen Zhixia away.

The moment her hand reached out, it was grabbed by the unconscious Wen Zhixia: "What are you doing?"

The monk was startled and tried to pull his hand back, but he didn't expect that the seemingly weak woman was so strong. Her wrist was gripped tightly, and he couldn't break free.

"Miss Wen..."

He forced a smile: "You...you're awake? I just saw you were asleep and was worried you'd catch a cold, so I wanted to help you to the bed..."

Wen Zhixia raised her eyes, her gaze clear and bright, without a trace of gloom.

"Is that so?"

Her voice was soft, yet tinged with coldness: "Was that hidden room under the bed built so I wouldn't catch a cold?"

The monk's expression changed slightly.

He tried to argue, "This humble monk doesn't understand what you're saying..."

This matter must absolutely not be known to Wen Zhixia, otherwise, the entire temple will be finished.

It seems the only option is to kill them to silence them!

A fierce glint flashed in the monk's eyes. While pretending to explain, he secretly raised his hand, preparing to strike Wen Zhixia on the back of the neck.

"Someone come here!"

As a result, Wen Zhixia gave the order.

The door was kicked open with a bang, and four guards rushed in, instantly pinning the monk to the ground.

Wen Zhixia looked at the bed board that had been pushed aside: "Take some people downstairs and take a look."

Two guards immediately sprang into action, lifting the bed board to reveal a narrow, dark entrance to a chamber.

Soon, they found the other three people who had been hiding inside.

Including the first one who came out, there were four people in total.

Wen Zhixia stood up and scanned their faces one by one.

She has been coming to this temple to pray for blessings for over a year, and her donations of incense money are never short. She is also always polite to the monks.

Unexpectedly, these seemingly compassionate monks harbored such filthy thoughts behind the scenes.

A chill ran through me, which quickly turned into suppressed anger.

"Go and call the host here."

Her voice remained steady, yet carried an undeniable chill: "If you don't give me an explanation today, this matter will not be left unresolved."

"The person Mr. Gu chose certainly did not disappoint."

Mo Sangyu is starting to like her a little.

Feng Xingyu didn't react much; he wasn't interested in other women.

"No, why are you looking at me?"

Mo Sangyu realized that Feng Xingyu's gaze wasn't on her at all, but on her, which left him speechless.

"You do your thing, I'll do mine."

Feng Xingyu reached out and turned her face away, letting her continue watching the show: "Just say the word when you're ready to make a move."

Mo Sangyu: "..."

The abbot was quickly invited.

He was a kind-looking old monk. After hearing what had happened, he looked shocked and heartbroken.

The old man is quite the actor.

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu suddenly leaned close to Mo Sangyu's ear: "I guess your plan as my savior can still be realized."

"How so?"

"She is indeed very smart, and the people she leads are also very capable, but she is probably not up to the task of confronting the entire temple. Now that her scheme has been exposed, they will definitely not let her leave alive."

Because if she successfully escapes, their temple will face utter destruction.

Therefore, no matter the cost, they will keep Wen Zhixia's life here forever.

"really."

Mo Sangyu smiled and said, "That's perfect, killing two birds with one stone."

"Amitabha... Such a degenerate has emerged from the temple; it is my fault for failing to discipline him properly."

The old monk clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Wen Zhixia: "Please rest assured, Miss Wen, this old monk will definitely punish him severely and give you a satisfactory explanation."

Wen Zhixia looked at him calmly: "How should I punish him?"

"These four people are expelled from the temple today, stripped of their martial arts skills, and handed over to the government for severe punishment according to the law. In addition, the temple is willing to offer a thousand taels of gold to comfort the young lady."

The old monk was very attentive and considerate, believing he had left no room for error.

"I see."

After hearing this, Wen Zhixia's expression seemed to relax somewhat.

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Alright, then I'll trust the host this time."

After saying that, she turned around and gave her bodyguard a look.

Upon receiving the order, the guards acted without hesitation, decisively striking the abbot with a single blow.

"Hurry up!"

As soon as Wen Zhixia finished speaking, dozens of martial monks rushed out of the meditation rooms on both sides, wielding clubs, and headed straight for Wen Zhixia's room.

Wen Zhixia's personal guards quickly drew their swords and rushed forward, protecting her as they fought and retreated.

"Miss, please go first!"

The head of the guards cleaved a monk in two with a single stroke and said urgently.

Without thinking, Wen Zhixia turned around and ran towards the side gate of the temple.

She looked frail, but she ran quite fast and was very familiar with the paths in the temple. She shook off her pursuers after a few turns.

"Chase her! We can't let her get down the mountain alive!"

The abbot, shaken awake, was now ashen-faced, all traces of his former kindness gone: "Seal off the mountain gates, and do it quickly!"