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Yongren smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I'm an undercover agent."

With his dantian destroyed, Xuan Le fell into deep despair: "How did you guess it was me?"

Master Xuanjie, who had been feigning serious injury on the ground, got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "We don't just suspect you. To be precise, we suspect all seven abbots except for this humble monk and Junior Brother Xuanhua."

Master Xuanhua continued, "That's right. My fellow monk Xuanjie and I are in charge of the Bodhi Courtyard and the Discipline Courtyard, respectively. We can freely enter and leave the top floor of the Sutra Repository without the abbot's permission. If we want to take the 'Mahayana Immeasurable Mantra,' we can do so at any time. Therefore, we have cleared ourselves of suspicion from the very beginning."

"Master Yongren quietly entered the temple yesterday to inform Senior Brother Xuankong that an inside contact had arranged for a meeting tonight." Master Xuanjie's usually serious face showed a rare smile: "There are no activities in any of the courtyards tonight, so Senior Brother Xuankong arranged for me to keep watch to see who might go out under the cover of night."

Xuan Le was puzzled: "But it was clearly Xuan Hua who went out without permission!"

"What Senior Brother Xuanjie said was the original plan, but after discussion, we felt that someone who could infiltrate the temple for more than ten years and even sit as the head monk would not be so unwise." Xuanhua's gloomy face disappeared, and he resumed his smiling appearance: "Fortunately, with the guidance of a master, this humble monk and Senior Brother Xuanjie cooperated with Master Yongren to perform this play."

Xuan Le had one last question. He looked at Yong Ren: "You've served as the National Preceptor of the Western Regions for over a decade, even gaining the trust of the Thousand Buddha Caves... What benefits did Shaolin Temple give you that would make you risk being hunted down by the entire Western Regions to betray us? Who exactly are you?!"

Yongren clasped his hands together, his face serene: "Amitabha, this humble monk's name is Yi Yi. After being ordained as a monk, I was given the Dharma name Xuanji. I am the junior brother of Abbot Xuankong of Shaolin Temple. I went to the Western Regions to infiltrate twenty years ago. Benefactor Liu Jianming, you entered Shaolin Temple eighteen years ago, so naturally you do not know this humble monk."

Xuan Le's face was ashen: "Give me a chance."

Yongren: "How can I give you a chance?"

Xuan Le: "I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person."

Yongren: "Okay, go talk to Buddha and see if he'll let you be a good person."

Xuan Le: "That means you want me dead."

Yongren: "I'm sorry, I'm from Shaolin Temple."

The light in Xuan Le's eyes gradually dimmed.

"Amitabha..." A Buddhist chant rang out, and Abbot Xuankong slowly walked over, followed by a person, none other than Wu Qiong, who had directed this whole charade.

"Thanks to Young Master Wu's plan, we monks have learned that you are the only spy in the temple," Abbot Xuankong said calmly.

"Not at all," Wu Qiong said modestly. "It's mainly because the masters performed so well."

"First, there's Yongren—no, Master Xuanji," Wu Qiong commented. "After Master Xuanji conceded defeat, he glanced briefly at the Thousand Buddha Pagoda. That single glance simultaneously contained anger, sadness, loss, regret, and relief, even a hint of pleasure at its deepest depths. His subsequent closing and reopening of his eyes was a stroke of genius. Closing his eyes was to suppress his inner emotions, and when he opened them again, his eyes were as calm as still water. The master's acting was truly superb!"

"Young Master Wu, you're too kind." Xuanji smiled smugly: "This humble monk has been infiltrating the Western Regions for twenty years, and it can be said that my acting skills have been honed in real life. Moreover, this humble monk was truly moved at the time, and both the closed and open eyes are masterpieces of this humble monk. Furthermore, the reason why this humble monk was able to break through his own limitations was because my senior brother acted with me, which brought out my potential."

Wu Qiong nodded solemnly: "Indeed, Master Xuanji has mastered the essence of this art, yet Abbot Xuankong was able to match your acting skills without being at a disadvantage. When you turned to leave, the abbot looked at your back, his eyes filled with reluctance and guilt. Countless words welled up on his lips, but he swallowed them all back, only uttering a Buddhist chant. That 'Amitabha' contained countless emotions, demonstrating Abbot Xuankong's exceptional acting skills. He truly deserves to be called a renowned veteran actor in the Central Plains."

"Amitabha." Abbot Xuankong was always so humble: "Young Master Wu, you flatter me. I only saw plays in the market when I was young, and my acting was really terrible. To be honest, the reason I performed like that back then was simply because my junior brother's acting was so profound that it moved me to tears. My performance at that time was just what I truly felt."

"Master is too kind." Wu Qiong acknowledged Abbot Xuankong's acting skills, then hesitated for a moment: "Although both masters performed excellently,... it certainly cannot be considered the best."

Xuanji was displeased; he wouldn't allow anyone to question the acting skills he'd honed over twenty years of infiltrating the enemy camp: "I don't like hearing that, benefactor. Tell me, where is the problem?"

Alright, you were just calling him "young hero" so affectionately, and now you're calling him "benefactor."

Wu Qiong rolled his eyes and patiently explained, "Master's acting skills are fine, but the problem is that you two have gone off-topic. You were playing the Western Regions National Preceptor, but in the play you were portrayed as a Shaolin monk. Logically speaking, this should have been your first meeting with Abbot Xuankong, so how could you have so much emotion? Abbot Xuankong felt the same way."

Upon reflection, Master Xuanji felt a pang of shame. Acting as a stranger didn't require much acting skill, yet he couldn't help but overact.

Seeing that Master Xuanji had understood, Wu Qiong continued, "As for the best acting, it has to be Master Xuanjie. His acting when refuting Master Xuanhua was rather ordinary, but the finishing touch was at the end. Just as Master Xuanhua's eyes showed hatred, he happened to turn his head a step ahead and didn't see it, thus preventing Xuanle from becoming suspicious. And just now, when Xuanle ambushed him, Master Xuanjie spat out a mouthful of blood, and the look of disbelief in his eyes as he looked back at Xuanle in mid-air—I really don't know what words to use to describe that feeling!"

Xuan Jie's usually serious face was now full of smiles: "I know my acting skills are not good. At first, I was just acting like myself. The last turn of my head was because of my tacit understanding with Junior Brother Xuan Hua. I knew that he should show a resentful look at that time, so I turned my head back in advance."

As for what happened just now, this humble monk was simply acting naturally. I merely suppressed my feelings upon seeing Xuan Le until he ambushed me, and then released them. I am unworthy of your praise, young hero.

Wu Qiong nodded in agreement: "That's right, so the best performance tonight belongs to Master Xuanhua."

Master Xuanhua was astonished: "This shouldn't be! I haven't performed many times, how could I be the best performer today?"

Wu Qiong affirmed, "Master Xuanhua is too modest. The timing of your initial mention of the Diamond Sutra was absolutely perfect. It just so happened that Abbot Xuankong and Master Yongren were locked in a stalemate using their respective unique skills. Mentioning the secret manual at that moment was bound to attract the attention of those with ulterior motives."

Afterwards, you changed your usual kind and gentle demeanor and argued with Master Xuanjie with a sarcastic tone, which made the undercover agents suspect that you were also a spy. The last hint of resentment in your eyes was even more subtle and sublime, which elevated the whole scene.

Then, tonight, during your meeting with the Imperial Preceptor Yongren, your expression was rather sinister, a stark contrast to your usual affable demeanor. This clearly reflected the image of an undercover agent living a life of secrecy. Afterwards, you even presented the genuine 'Mahayana Infinite Mantra' to Master Yongren. Originally, you were supposed to indicate that the mission was not yet complete, but this scene you added was a stroke of genius! It completely elevated the entire drama! Master Xuanhua, please accept my bow!

Wu Qiong bowed deeply, and Master Xuanhua chuckled as he helped him up: "Not at all, it's mainly because Young Hero Wu arranged an excellent script with a captivating plot, and the outstanding acting of my fellow disciples, that this play achieved such a perfect success!"

"Junior Brother Xuanhua's acting was truly superb! All those twenty years of honing my acting skills in the Western Regions have been for naught; only today do I realize there are always people more skilled than you, and the sky's the limit!"

"Hey~ what are you saying, senior! It's just that the role you're playing doesn't require much acting skill, so casting you in this role would be a waste of your talent!"

"Junior Brother Xuanhua's acting is simply ingrained in his very being; this humble monk is truly impressed!"

"It's all thanks to Senior Brother Xuanjie's excellent cooperation that we achieved such a result!"

"Young Master Wu's arrangement is far superior; my original plan was simply appalling in comparison!"

"Not at all, Abbot, you're too modest!"

Wu Qiong: "Hehehehehehehehe..."

Xuan Kong: "Hehehehehehehe..."

Xuan Jie: "Hahahahahaha..."

Xuan Hua: "Hehehehehehehe..."

The hidden meaning: "Hmph hmph hmph hmph hmph hmph..."

Laughter, like the jingling of a clapper, echoed throughout the back mountains of Shaolin.

Seeing the smug expressions on the faces of these drama queens before him, Xuan Le, lying on the ground, closed his eyes in anguish, tears of regret slowly streaming down his face...