I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

During the day, the windows were closed, and the candles were blown out, making the guest room appear deserted.

"Hmm, it seems something interesting has happened."

Sitting down next to Bai Zhou, Nian curiously watched the actions of those people through the live broadcast in front of him.

"Oh, they didn't make a move... it was that big monk who did."

Inside the temple outside, an elderly senior monk was locked in combat with the monk Bi'an.

The three people were watching the scene of teacher-student affection with great interest, just like them.

Returning to the nine demons and evil people, their nature is greedy and wicked.

Why did the master and disciple turn against each other in a desolate mountain temple?

A lone man and a lone woman got together and did this!

The onlookers gloated and even applauded. Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality?

"You unfilial disciple! You are still greedy and want to embezzle the temple's offerings! Today, your master will teach you a lesson so that you will know what it means to respect your teacher and the Buddha!"

Although the senior monk was old, his martial arts skills were still as powerful as ever. With a single move of the Ape Fist, he made it impossible for the monk Bi'an to lift his head.

"Pah! You old codger, don't spout nonsense! You're the one who's after my little bit of savings, yet you speak so righteously. You're getting more and more shameless as you get older!"

Taking advantage of a slight opening in the punches, Monk Bi'an launched a counterattack, using a sweeping kick that forced the head monk to jump and dodge. However, this also served Bi'an's purpose, as the head monk was immediately met with a barrage of punches and kicks from his disciple as soon as he landed on the ground.

As the saying goes, youth is the greatest strength in boxing. Monk Bi'an was younger and more focused on boxing than the senior monk. With the added strength of twenty years of practice, a punch he delivered to the senior monk was like the sound of the temple bell striking him. The impact and pain were so intense that the old monk almost vomited blood.

But age is not just a burden; it also encompasses a wealth of life experience and combat skills—qualities that the young monk Bi'an lacked.

The senior monk roared and raised his fist as if to strike. Bi'an had not expected the senior monk to find an opportunity to counterattack. In a panic, he immediately withdrew one arm to defend himself, while his other fist was still aimed at his former master.

"Hey! Traitor!"

The senior monk raised his fist, but actually used a tripping move to knock down the unsuspecting monk Bi'an.

Upon seeing Bi'an fall, the senior monk immediately lunged forward, raining blows upon him with his fists.

"Damn it! That old man!"

In the blink of an eye, Bi'an had been punched five or six times, each punch landing on his face. The burning pain fueled Bi'an's anger even more. He no longer cared who was the master and who was the disciple. He pulled out the crimson gold ribbon from his sleeve, held it in his hand, and smashed it against the back of the head of the head monk.

"what--!"

A scream rang out, and the monk fell straight down like a rootless reed, becoming lifeless in the blink of an eye.

"Pah! You damned old bastard!"

Monk Bi'an got up from the ground and kicked the motionless senior monk twice.

"Get up! Keep hitting me!"

Seemingly still not satisfied, Monk Bi'an added a few more kicks.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

A senior monk's body shouldn't be so soft.

The old man has practiced hard kung fu for many years. Even if his body has become less rigid due to age, it shouldn't feel as soft as a lump of dough when you kick him.

"...Old man, you, you're alright..."

Staring at the motionless monk, he swallowed hard and shakily squatted down to check the monk's breath.

"This...this...ah!"

There was no breath where my fingertips touched.

Bi An panicked and hurriedly looked around.

"Murder! The monk has murdered someone!"

Then a cold wind blew, and a shrill, hoarse cry echoed with the wind. Monk Bi'an nervously clutched the red gold and retreated.

"Grab him! We can't let the murderer get away!"

The door creaked open, and a dark shadow rushed out from inside.

The young man with the crutch raised his crutch high and hopped after him, but because of his unbalanced body, the crutch caused him to stumble.

Although the blow missed, it shattered the last bit of stubbornness in Monk Bi'an.

"hateful!"

Without bothering to explain or resist, Monk Bi'an hurriedly fled the temple and rushed into the mountains, disappearing without a trace.

Seeing that Monk Bi'an had fled, the lame Taoist priest did not pursue him.

The two guys hiding inside the house also came out.

They gathered together and discussed something.

"Oh, it seems to be over."

Seeing the three wicked creatures emerge from the house, Nian turned his head to look at Bai Zhou.

"Should we go and kill them?"

Because of the discord among these three individuals, one person has died and the other has escaped.

"Evil people will be punished by other evil people."

Bai Zhou sighed softly.

This is a lament about two monks filled with greed. They easily lost the trust between master and disciple, allowing these three evil people to take over the temple.

"These three guys don't need to be killed for now."

Although they said they wouldn't kill him, they didn't say it would be better to beat him up.

Moreover, the other party is already plotting to kill for money.

The scene shown in the surveillance footage was that the cripple was carrying the monk toward the well, clearly intending to throw him into the well to destroy the evidence.

"These two monks are really rich; they actually have gold of such high quality."

The old woman was holding a piece of red gold that she had taken from the monk's sleeve.

"With this, we can go to the big city, right?"

A soft, seductive voice rang out, and the pink-clad woman half-covered her eyes, striking a bewitching pose.

"Yes, you need to practice your way of speaking more, and remember to keep your tail between your legs. There are plenty of savvy people in big cities, and you'll get targeted if you're not careful."

The old woman carefully put away the gold and gave the woman some instructions.

"Once you get to a big city, you can do bigger things and earn more money."

Once they accumulate enough gold and silver, they can use it to change this wretched place, then lord it over everyone and restore its former glory.

"Go search again, search this place."

The old woman urged the cripple to return.

A single piece of pure gold was not enough to satisfy her desires.

They all saw it just now; the escaped monk used this to kill the head monk. If that's the case, there should still be more gold hidden here.

"Yes Yes."

The cripple turned around with difficulty, and just as he was about to jump, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the clouds, shattering a paving stone next to his feet.

"I...I...I...I...I...I..."

An electric current coursed through his body, causing him to stutter.

"I got struck by lightning like that, what bad luck."

The woman in pink showed no concern whatsoever; her face was full of schadenfreude.

"Wh-who's hiding there?"

The old woman raised her cane and looked around warily.

"Someone?"

The woman in pink stared intently at the spot where the old woman's cane was pointing, but all she saw was a small tree swaying in the wind.

"There's no one there, you must be seeing things. I told you not to grow into an old human, and now even your eyesight is failing."

She watched the old woman shake her head and sigh.

"Noisy!"

The old woman coldly rebuked her.

What do young people know? How can lightning strike the ground with such precision that it simultaneously electrocutes everyone around it?

"Someone must be hiding somewhere. They must have seen what we just did."

"Really?"

"Then what should we do?"

Seeing the old woman's insistence, the woman in pink frowned, her graceful figure bearing a hint of the frail beauty of Xi Shi.

"Let's run."

"I've heard that those who use lightning are not to be trifled with!"

The woman in pink was afraid even before being hit, and this fear also made the old woman timid.

After careful consideration, the old woman made a decision.

"The wind's picking up, let's get out of here!"

They still have other things to do; they can't afford to collapse here so easily.

The old woman's ritual summoned an even stronger wind, which whipped up sand and dust that obscured them.

The woman in pink waved her sleeve, releasing a silk ribbon that wrapped around the cripple's only remaining leg and pulled him to her side.

The wind picked up, and amidst the flying sand and stones, dark clouds rose with the wind, carrying the three of them away into the distance.

"Humph."