Excessive ferocity due to caution

After lunch.

Feeling he hadn't performed well in the demon-slaying last night, Huijue took out the Eighteen Scattered Hands of the Martial Monk, which he hadn't used in decades, and studied them seriously for a few seconds before sneaking into Qiu Yu's room to have a match with her...

Zhao Yi then went to see some monks who had come to relieve the previous shift and talked to them earnestly about what happened that night.

There were no flaws.

From their accounts, Zhao Yi confirmed that the monk who fell asleep while chanting sutras on the first night was the deceased Huipu.

The strange events that revived due to Huipu's negligence ultimately killed Huipu...

Everyone else was unharmed.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Yi went outside the main hall again.

Looking at the bright and dazzling three hundred candles in the hall, Zhao Yi turned his gaze to the coffin in the center where Master Hongmu's body was placed.

"I see……"

The clues in Zhao Yi's mind finally connected.

The patterns, methods, weaknesses, and motives of bizarre murders...

Everything was taking shape in his mind.

But Zhao Yi showed no reaction. He knew that there was a strange creature in the Redwood Temple watching him secretly. If he showed any abnormality, the creature might see him as a threat and launch an attack!

The opponent is very strong and intelligent.

If we don't confront them head-on, then tonight is our only chance.

"Both murders occurred around 10 PM..."

Zhao Yi paid special attention to the time; he couldn't possibly miss these details.

Holding an umbrella, he returned to his residence. Monk Huijue, clutching his back, struggled to open the door to Zhao Yi's room, his face radiant with Buddhist light.

"Is the demon-slaying over?"

Zhao smiled.

Huijue waved his hand:

"Hi!"

"You flatter me, Benefactor Zhao... This demon is truly terrifying!"

"My more than twenty years of spiritual cultivation were almost destroyed by her!"

"By the way, Benefactor Zhao said you'd be exorcising demons tonight. What demons are you exorcising?"

Zhao Yi:

We'll see when the time comes.

Time flies.

Huijue indulged in excessive sexual activity today and is very weak. He took a nap in bed and did not get up.

When they finished eating, Zhao Yi didn't wake him up.

As it approached ten o'clock, the sound of rain outside carried a strange chill.

The candlelight flickered inside the room.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Zhao Yi pushed the door open and saw Qiu Yu looking pitiful. She tried to squeeze into Zhao Yi's room, but Zhao Yi blocked her way.

"Brother Zhao..."

Qiu Yu bit her lip, her voice choked with sobs:

"It's so dark next door, Qiu Yu is so scared..."

"Could you...?"

Zhao Yi glanced back at Huijue, who was sleeping like a log on the bed, and whispered:

"Let's go next door."

"Do not disturb the rest of wisdom."

Qiu Yu's captivating peach blossom eyes lit up, and she feigned shyness, saying:

"Okay~"

She half-heartedly agreed, and when Zhao Yi left, he picked up the candle on the table and followed Qiu Yu away.

Once the door closed, the room where Huijue was located was plunged into absolute darkness.

In the next room, as Zhao Yi placed the candle on the table, Qiu Yu pressed herself against him, her slender hand grabbing his collar, her eyes brimming with desire.

"Brother Zhao...you were so cruel last night, kicking her out and making her spend the night with a bald monk..."

In terms of looks and temperament, Zhao Yi is far superior to Hui Jue.

Especially that predatory look of a hunter eyeing its prey, it almost made her hormones flow backward!

Zhao Yi stared at the woman in heat before him, slowly pulling her into his arms. He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"You're really smart... but it's not enough."

Enveloped by Zhao Yi's aura, Qiu Yu felt weak all over, immersed in the flames, and failed to understand the meaning behind Zhao Yi's words. She only said with a hint of pride:

"That is..."

"I... um... since I was little... baby, you're holding me so tight, I can hardly breathe..."

Zhao Yi whispered:

"You deliberately seduced Huijue, leaving him weak and vulnerable. Now he's isolated in a room. You must think that the ghost in the temple will kill tonight and target Huijue first, right?"

Zhao Yi's words immediately snapped Qiu Yu out of her daze!

It felt as if a bucket of water had been poured over her head; her previously burning body now felt a chill rising from the soles of her feet…

"you……"

Zhao Yi gently stroked Qiu Yu's face, as if to soothe her fear, and slowly said:

"But you don't understand the patterns of its killing."

Qiu Yu wanted to ask Zhao Yi what exactly the bizarre pattern of murder was.

But she couldn't bring herself to speak.

Because Zhao Yi activated her speech acupoint.

It must be said that the martial arts techniques of the Warring States period were really useful.

"You just want to live, and you're not wrong."

"But I need that monk."

"So tonight... you must die."

Zhao Yi gently whispered his last words in her ear and closed his eyes.

Qiu Yu was held tightly in Zhao Yi's arms and couldn't move at all.

inside the house,

A flash of light streaked past.

Qiu Yu stared wide-eyed at Zhao Yi's back, a chill enveloping every corner of her body.

She opened her mouth wide in fear, but no sound came out.

The next moment, her body suddenly exploded in Zhao Yi's arms!

It shattered into countless fragments.

The stench of blood and gore clung to Zhao Yi's face, adding a touch of grotesque madness to his otherwise effeminate features. He opened his eyes, staring intently at the mangled flesh scattered before him, and screamed in loud terror:

"ah……!!"

Only after the eerie chill and the watchful gaze from the shadows completely subsided did Zhao Yi's horrified expression return to normal.

He stood calmly amidst the blood and flesh, and lit a cigarette.

boom!

The door was opened.

The first one to enter was Huijue, who was fast asleep. He was disheveled and was in the next room. He heard Zhao Yi's scream and rushed over immediately.

"What happened?!"

Huijue stared at the mess on the ground, his hands trembling.

Zhao Yi said nonchalantly:

"It's nothing."

"Miss Qiu Yu said she was scared and asked me to come and keep her company. Then, a strange creature appeared, attacked her, and brutally murdered her."

Upon hearing that Qiu Yu had died, Huijue's legs went weak and he knelt on the ground.

The woman who was with me at noon today, making love with me and drawing paper mandarin ducks... is dead just like that?

Soon after, the other monks arrived.

After briefly explaining the situation to the abbot, Zhao Yi went outside into the heavy rain.

The torrential rain soaked his clothes and extinguished the cigarette dangling from his lips.

Zhao Yi tilted his head back, smelled the dust in the heavy rain, and groaned comfortably. The lingering smell of blood in his nostrils was truly captivating.

Soon, the stench on his body was washed away.

After the monks left, Zhao Yi returned to his room and changed into a new set of clean clothes.

Huijue was there, staring blankly at the candles in the room, unable to utter a single word.

"Come with me tonight."

Zhao Yi patted him on the shoulder.

Huijue stiffly raised his head:

Where are you going?

Zhao Yi said earnestly:

"To avenge Miss Qiu Yu."

P.S.: In the next chapter, I'll fill in the plot holes, and this arc will be over.

Then it's time to start the next movie!

Damn, I can't wait any longer.