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What happened in Chapter 94?

A sudden downpour began, pouring down from the dome of the sky.

At first, it was as fine as silk threads, but in an instant, it became a torrent, vast and boundless.

The eaves gutter in front of Dayunming Temple is filled with water that overflows onto the bluestone official road.

The rain continued, and puddles of muddy water accumulated in the potholes of the road, making it extremely muddy.

however.

On this day of torrential rain, a group of men dressed in black, wearing thatched hats and coarse clothes, rode horses to the temple.

"Da da da~~!!"

The horses' hooves pounded in the mud, sending up turbulent waves that sprayed in all directions.

The group consisted of more than twenty riders, each urging their horses on with whips, their momentum fierce and unstoppable.

The rain was pouring down, and more than ten monks stood solemnly waiting in front of the temple gate.

Seeing the leader dismount, a senior monk in a kasaya immediately stepped out from under the eaves, ignoring the oil-paper umbrella offered by someone nearby.

He stood in the rain and bowed to greet him, saying, "Knowing of your arrival, Master, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Now that it is raining heavily, I humbly request that you enter the temple."

More than twenty riders dismounted and poured into the temple gate in a short while. The leader walked briskly and went straight to the main hall.

"Tell me! What exactly happened?"

He roared, his words carrying a powerful inner force that made the leading monk dizzy and his blood churn.

The senior monk steadied himself and replied in a trembling voice, "Reporting to... Master, four days ago, someone launched a sneak attack on the altar master under cover of night. Your subordinates... your subordinates were unable to reach him in time, and the altar master has already—has already transcended the mortal world and returned to the source of light."

Upon entering the hall, there was no need for the head monk to say much.

Two Zoroastrian followers carried two bamboo palanquins and came straight to Hao Yingzong.

Lying on it were the corpses of Jiang Hua and Yu Quan.

The two men's eyes were wide open, their pupils already dilated and lifeless.

Jiang Hua's clothes were torn on his left shoulder, revealing his bronze skin with a deep indentation and a small hole running through his neck from his throat.

Hao Yingzong's face was filled with shock, suspicion, and anger. He demanded angrily, "Who did this?"

The senior monk swallowed hard before regaining his composure and said, "Master, Master Jiang was killed by the Penglai Sect."

Among the people Hao Yingzong brought, a thin but energetic old man stood out and asked in a deep voice.

"Is there any evidence?"

The senior monk dared not delay and handed over a steel needle, saying, "This object was pulled from the wall of the abbot's room; it is the very weapon used by the attacker."

"At first glance, this needle looks no different from an ordinary steel needle, but at the end of the needle, there is a ring of extremely fine threads."

"If I hadn't first heated it with a candle flame to make it expand, and then carefully rubbed it with my fingertips, it would have been impossible to detect the hidden secret within."

After saying this, the abbot added, "On that day, I was drinking with several fellow disciples in the main hall when we suddenly heard the abbot calling for help."

"When we rushed to the meditation hall, the abbot had already died, and the murderer was nowhere to be found. I immediately leaped onto the roof to search, but I couldn't find even the slightest trace of him."

The old man beside Hao Yingzong frowned deeply upon hearing this.

"The main hall and the meditation room are not far apart. So, Jiang Hua and Yu Quan didn't even last twenty breaths before they were killed?"

"That's right," the senior monk replied in a deep voice.

The old man pressed further, "Were any of the worshippers who stayed overnight at the temple behaving suspiciously?"

"Only three people stayed overnight that day, all of whom were local Buddhist believers from Quanzhou. Their identities and backgrounds were easily verified. Moreover, all three were ordinary people with no strength to even kill a chicken, and had no ability to commit murder."

"The monks of the side temple, Fashi Temple, also inquired and found that after dusk, no outsiders entered the mountain gate."

Upon hearing this, Hao Yingzong suddenly took two steps forward, his right palm suddenly reaching out and pressing directly onto Yu Quan's chest.

A soft "click" sounded.

Yu Quan's chest bones were actually dented by his palm.

In an instant, Hao Yingzong's inner energy surged forth from his palm, unleashing a strange and powerful force.

There was a crisp "ding" sound.

A steel needle as thin as a cow's hair shot out from Yu Quan's body and embedded itself firmly in a crack in the ground.

The senior monk quickly fetched a candle and brought it close to the steel needle to heat it.

The flickering flame illuminated the steel needle with every minute detail.

As the needle tip glows red-hot, the fine spiral pattern begins to emerge.

Unless one cultivates internal strength to a superior level, opens up the Qingming and Sibai acupoints, and develops a pair of sharp eyes, it would be extremely difficult to perceive this subtle mystery with the naked eye.

Upon seeing this, Hao Yingzong's gaze fell upon the wound on Jiang Hua's forearm.

The wound's lines were intricate and intertwined, resembling an antelope's horn.

He recalled an early encounter with Kuai Chenzi of the Penglai School, whose unique technique of "encircling branches and striking acupoints" was precisely the Penglai School's secret art.

If this technique is combined with the Heavenly King Heart-Nourishing Needle, it can often catch people off guard and kill them!

"As expected, it's the Heavenly King's Heart-Repairing Needle from the Penglai Sect!"

Hao Yingzong's eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing within them, yet a look of doubt crossed his face: "The needles and techniques are indeed of the Penglai School, but how come the method of launching those hidden weapons is completely different from the Penglai School's Hun Tian Jin?"

Upon hearing this, the senior monk said angrily, "Master, please be wise! Although the Hun Tian Jin (Chaos-Inducing Force) is most powerful when combined with the Heavenly King's Heart-Nourishing Needle, the Penglai Sect has far more than just the Hun Tian Jin as a method of circulating energy. Perhaps this is just a smokescreen they've created to mislead us!"

Hao Yingzong ignored him and turned to the old man: "Brother Zhen, what do you think?"

If they summon their followers, they are confident they can keep the Penglai forces in Quanzhou.

but.

Quanzhou is not just Penglai. Not to mention others, I'm afraid the Beggars' Sect might suddenly get involved.

I heard that the Rising Sun Gang has also gotten involved with Penglai.

If we fail to deal with them once and for all, and they retaliate, then the Holy Church's foundation in Quanzhou may not be able to be preserved.

"Master, no matter what, this grudge must be avenged. If we don't vent our anger, it might chill the hearts of our brothers in the Fubo Altar. Furthermore, if anything goes wrong here, the Fire Wheel Master..."

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Zhen Quan and Hao Yingzong exchanged a glance.

Hao Yingzong naturally knew what he was thinking.

All those above the level of altar master have their names recorded in the leader's register.

Jiang Hua's death could not be concealed any longer, and the Master of Fire Wheels would inevitably seize the opportunity to make his move.

No one can guarantee that the leader won't listen to Yan Beifeng and hand over all the affairs of Quanzhou to Zhang Huolun.

It's all pure, hard cash.

If the Left Envoy finds out, he will inevitably have to bear the consequences.

That being the case.

Only by silencing the man who controls the fire wheel can the Left Envoy speak on their behalf before the leader.

and so.

The people from Penglai in Quanzhou must be eliminated!

"Master, there is one more thing that the Altar Master didn't have time to... didn't have time to report to you before..."

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"What is it?"

The head monk glanced at Hao Yingzong and cautiously began, "The Green Mountain bandits have been... wiped out."

"You bastard!"

Hao Yingzong roared angrily; this matter angered him even more than Jiang Hua's.

The head monk trembled and hurriedly bowed, adding, "It was...it was done by the Dongying Gang of Rongzhou!"

Rain poured down from the roof tiles, but it did nothing to extinguish Hao Yingzong's anger.

"Good, good for the Dongying Gang! Good for Penglai! They all deserve to die!"

He turned around abruptly: "Go investigate. First, investigate the movements in Penglai. Second, find out who the Dongying Gang has gotten the nerve to do this. Keep a close eye on the Penglai stronghold and the Dongying Gang. If there is any news, report it immediately."

The rain suddenly intensified under the eaves, and the people in the hall responded in unison, their voices breaking through the rain curtain.

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