The villainous bosses from their past lives have all been reborn.

As the night stretched on, dozens of lanterns formed a long dragon on the street, moving through Jinzhou City accompanied by footsteps.

Apart from the night watchman, there were hardly any pedestrians on either side of the street. Even though Xia Jin's soldiers caused quite a commotion, no one dared to come out and join in the fun.

Yuan Xiu led Yuan Cai out of the prison.

"Rokuro, where are we going now?"

Having been in prison for several days without a good night's sleep, Yuan Cai desperately wanted to find a soft bed to lie on for a few days. However, Yuan Xiu's words shattered his illusions.

"Moyun Temple!"

Yuan Cai was puzzled and asked:

"What are you doing going to the temple in the middle of the night?"

"Moyun Temple was originally a very popular temple in Jinzhou City, but a year ago, due to the ghost story, the number of worshippers gradually decreased. Even during the day, there were hardly any people in the huge temple. Later, the abbot of the temple, Xingyun, dismissed many of the monks in the temple."

Yuan Xiu and Yuan Cai walked along the streets at night. Jinzhou was a remote and arid place, and strong winds sometimes blew at night. However, tonight was a rare night with a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Yuan Cai felt a little cold, wrapped his cotton-padded coat around himself, and asked:

"So what? Can you catch ghosts?"

Yuan Xiu glanced at Yuan Cai, somewhat speechless, and said:

"Don't you remember? After the governor of Jinzhou surrendered, the barbarians from the north occupied Jinzhou City. At that time, the Demonic Sect carried out a massacre at the once-prosperous Moyun Temple. This incident caused quite a stir in the martial arts world."

Yuan Cai scratched his head, recalled, and said:

"It seems there is such a thing!"

"The once-thriving Moyun Temple now has no worshippers, and the abbot has even dismissed the monks. Isn't that strange?"

"That's certainly a strange way to put it."

The two quickly arrived outside the Moyun Temple.

The ancient temple is weathered and, eroded by time, appears somewhat eerie and terrifying, like a dilapidated temple abandoned deep in the mountains.

Yuan Xiu did not enter through the main gate. Instead, he lightly leaped over the wall and entered the temple. Yuan Cai followed behind him.

This temple was built a long time ago. It stood here even before the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty. However, at that time, it was not called this temple, nor could it be called a temple; it was a branch altar of the Demonic Sect.

Later, the Great Zhou Emperor swept across the land, established his capital in the Central Plains, drove out the northern barbarians, and built Jinzhou City on the border. As a large number of people from the Great Zhou migrated there, this branch of the demonic sect was transformed into a temple, which has stood for two or three hundred years.

The massacre by the demonic cult in my previous life was largely due to this incident.

Upon entering the temple, Yuan Xiu discovered a hidden world inside. Unlike its dilapidated appearance from the outside, it was filled with monks patrolling the area.

"Sixth Brother, didn't you say that all the monks in the temple had been dismissed? What happened to these people?"

Yuan Xiu frowned, but did not answer Yuan Cai's question. Instead, he continued walking forward. In the darkness, he found a large hall with candles burning.

In the dim light, an old monk stood before the Buddha statue, looking compassionate.

Behind him, kneeling, was a middle-aged monk who had just completed his tonsure.

"Master, please have mercy! I have committed many sins in the past. Now I take refuge in Pilan to atone for my transgressions. I hope you will teach me!"

The old monk clasped his hands together and said slowly:

"You shall return to Pilan to atone for your sins, and from this day forth, you shall change your Dharma name to Yin!"

"This disciple thanks Master for bestowing upon me this title!"

When the middle-aged monk raised his head and his face came into view, Yuan Cai was greatly surprised.

"He...he...he is..."

Yuan Cai's commotion was rather loud, and the old monk in the hall said:

"Who are you, distinguished guest, arriving so late at night? Why not show yourself? This old monk will gladly serve you tea and fruit!"

Yuan Xiu and Yuan Cai entered the main hall from outside and appeared before the two monks.

The middle-aged monk before me is none other than Mad Tiger, a protector of the Demonic Sect. In my past life, it was he who wielded a butcher's knife and slaughtered all the monks in Moyun Temple.

Now, he has appeared here in such a bizarre way—

His eyes were full of compassion, without a trace of ferocity.

You should know that this Mad Tiger is a formidable killer.

As she got closer and looked at that face, Yuan Xiu suddenly realized what was going on.

The monks patrolling the temple all seemed to be members of a demonic cult!

"So it's the two young masters of the Yuan family. This old monk greets you!"

Yuan Cai, however, remained oblivious, asking blankly:

"Why is Mad Tiger here, and still in this state?"

When faced with this question, the old monk Xingyun remained unchanged. He was so honest that Yuan Xiu found it somewhat unsettling.

"After the Xia family's commander-in-chief went on a distant expedition, the governor of Jinzhou contacted members of the Demonic Sect who were lurking in Jinzhou City. They went to the charcoal kiln outside the city to intercept and kill the capital's soldiers and rescue their comrades, committing many atrocities. Liao Yin was one of them. Knowing his sins, he has now returned to the righteous path."

"This disciple acknowledges his sins and, having received your teachings, will surely repent and correct his past mistakes!"

Yuan Xiu listened and smiled. At that moment, he understood why the governor of Jinzhou had gone to Liangshuipu to deliver intelligence—

It would be strange if he could stay in Jinzhou City when all the demonic sect disciples have become like this.

Yuan Cai was still out of the loop and argued:

"But he is, after all, a murderer and should be handed over to the governor's office. How can he be dealt with like this?"

Xingyun smiled and said:

"The one who killed was Mad Tiger, and now standing before Sanlang is Liao Yin. Though they are one body, they are no longer of one mind."

"But……"

Seeing that Yuan Cai was still rambling on, Yuan Xiu quickly stopped him.

Seeing this, Xingyun looked at Yuan Xiu, still with that kind and gentle expression and a smile on his face.

"Great monk, so you're saying you were the one who made Ying'er kill the governor of Jinzhou?"

Upon hearing this question, Xingyun's smile vanished, and his expression turned serious.

"Although I am far away in Jinzhou, I have heard of the intelligence of the sixth son of the Yuan family. If you, young master, can live in harmony with the world, it would not be a bad thing."

Yuan Xiu was about to press for an answer, but Xingyun decided against it.

Liao Yin's massive body blocked the old monk's path, and he bowed respectfully.

"It's getting late, you two should head back soon!"

Just then, two monks hurriedly came from outside the main hall and reported:

"Abbot, the troops of Jinzhou have surrounded the temple!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiu smiled and teased:

"Great monk, it seems you've done quite a lot!"

Xingyun sighed and said:

"It's alright, it's alright!"

"In that case, Venerable Monk, could you tell me what the intelligence report the Governor of Jinzhou wanted to send to the Demonic Sect contained?"

Xingyun, who was not afraid of the danger of being imprisoned, changed his expression at this moment.

He put his hands together and said a word.

"Liao Yin, this Third Brother has a connection with Pi Lan and has spared his life; this Sixth Brother, kill him!"

As soon as Xingyun finished speaking, Liaoyin, who had just had a compassionate look on his face, seemed to have become a different person, like an angry Vajra, his whole body exuding murderous aura.

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