Capítulo 1111: Chapter 1111: Wandering the Martial World with a Sword (Part 15)
After Ming Xian disappeared, it was as if he evaporated from the world; there was no news anywhere.
The group of martial arts world people outside probably learned from Liang Xuan that the others might have already died. Ming Xian, the Demon Head, is not in the Brahman Immortal Sect anymore, and has made no further rash moves.
Everyone remains in a stalemate like this.
Chuzheng sees that group of people wandering around the street every day, monitoring the situation on their side.
On this particular morning, Chuzheng wakes up to find that the group of people who always wander around is gone.
She calls Villain A over and asks, “Where are the people outside?”
Villain A responds, “I don’t know. This morning they suddenly withdrew, I’ve already sent people to inquire about it.”
The people Villain A sent don’t return until noon.
“Sect Hierarch… they’ve found the whereabouts of Sect Hierarch, on Mingjing Mountain.”
The main target of these people is the Demon Head Ming Xian. Now that they have his whereabouts, they naturally go after Ming Xian immediately.
On Mingjing Mountain, there’s a monastery full of monks inside.
But at this moment, the monastery is filled with the smell of blood, and all the monks in the entire temple have been silenced.
Chuzheng takes Villains A and B up the mountain from the back and takes a glance from afar.
The monks dressed in robes are carried out by those people, lined up in a row, with others cursing Ming Xian’s inhumanity, not even sparing adolescent children.
Chuzheng shows no expression, watches for a bit, and turns back the same way.
She doesn’t believe this was done by Ming Xian.
With Ming Xian’s body, attempting to silence so many people, he’d be the first to drop dead.
But the people outside don’t know. Liang Xuan drugged Ming Xian, and he doesn’t seem to have told anyone. Those people only know Ming Xian was injured.
Just as they reach halfway up the mountain, Villain A suddenly stops: “Miss Chuzheng, listen…”
Chuzheng looks to the side and sees faint dried bloodstains on the wild grass.
And from over there comes a slight sound.
“Go take a look.”
Villains A and B rush over immediately, and in no time they drag out a monk.
The monk is young, badly injured, and barely conscious.
“This one’s alive,” Villain A says. “The Sect Hierarch didn’t finish them off? Should we add another cut?”
Villains should have the awareness of villains, and Villain A is certainly aware.
The monk seems to hear the voice and suddenly grabs Villain A’s wrist, stammering, “Demon… Demon Head… Ming Xian… He… He killed…”
Villain B, seeing how hard it is for him to speak, offers help: “We know, we know. It’s our Sect Hierarch’s doing, you don’t have to say it.”
The monk’s pupils widen, he spits out a mouthful of blood, tilts his head, and dies.
Chuzheng: “…”
Was he scared to death or angered to death?
Villain A glares at Villain B: “Why interrupt? Can’t you let him speak?”
Villain B: “I saw he was struggling.”
Villain A: “See, now he’s dead!”
Villain B: “He died on his own, it’s not my fault, right.”
Chuzheng’s eyebrow twitches, she walks expressionlessly down the mountain: “This may not be Ming Xian’s doing, don’t randomly put the blame on him.”
Villain A casually tosses the monk into the grass, wipes the blood off his hands, and catches up with Chuzheng: “Hey, didn’t everyone outside say it was done by our Sect Hierarch?”
“…”
Which side are you guys on!
Is that really your Sect Hierarch?
They say it’s him and you just accept it?
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The bloody debt on Mingjing Mountain ultimately still falls on Ming Xian.
Probably because Ming Xian has done too many such things, when the martial arts world heard the news, they just condemned him for being inhuman.
As for the Brahman Immortal Sect…
They’re quite unhappy—because Ming Xian doesn’t take them along.
“Spend more money when you’re free.” Chuzheng stuffs a handful of silver notes to Villains A and B.
Villains A and B: “…”
Chuzheng dismisses Villains A and B, walks down the street, and enters a store.
The store is very ordinary, selling tea inside.
“Customer, what would you like to buy?”
Chuzheng slaps down a silver note: “Information.”
The shop assistant lifts his head, glances at the silver note, then at Chuzheng: “Customer, what information would you like to check?”
“Qiu Yuehe.”
The shop assistant smiles: “Customer, Qiu Yuehe is the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, this…”
Chuzheng expressionlessly slaps a few more silver notes on the counter.
“Alright, what kind of information would you like to know?”
“Everything.”
“…”
After Chuzheng leaves the store, she sees Lady in Blue Clothes leaning against the door, biting a skewer of candied hawthorn, smiling while waving at her.
Chuzheng takes one look at her and turns to walk in another direction. Han Qiqi immediately follows, along with a little girl behind her, seemingly her new maid.
“Hey, why are you walking so fast? You don’t even greet old friends?”
“We don’t count as friends.”
“Fine.” Han Qiqi doesn’t mind, handing over a skewer of candied hawthorn as a gesture of goodwill: “Will you eat some candied hawthorn?”
Chuzheng very unkindly refuses: “No.”
Is a big deal going to eat something so childish?
Don’t care about image?
Chuzheng furtively glances at the red candied hawthorn with the corner of her eye, then resolutely looks away.
“Cold and unfeeling.” Han Qiqi’s eyes spin playfully, “Why are you investigating Qiu Yuehe?”
Chuzheng’s steps pause, her icy gaze sweeps to her.
“Don’t look at me like that, having good hearing isn’t my fault.” Han Qiqi’s coquettish face carries a smile, “Qiu Yuehe has a grudge with you?”
“No.”
“Hey, slow down! What about the Demon Head? Haven’t seen him with you… I heard he killed that group of monks on Mingjing Mountain?”
Nonsense!
My Good Person Card wouldn’t!
Han Qiqi follows Chuzheng step by step, eating candied hawthorn while chatting with Chuzheng.
Mainly she talks, Chuzheng handles it by letting it in one ear and out the other.
“That group of monks wasn’t good people; they simply tarnished Buddhism, and claimed to be righteous people. I think their death is karma.”
Chuzheng finally shows some interest: “How so?”
Han Qiqi sees Chuzheng responding and immediately sits beside her: “This Mingjing Mountain monastery was once abandoned. About a decade ago, someone managed it gradually, and with more people there, others came to pray, forming its current scale.”
Han Qiqi slaps the table: “That’s not the point!”
Chuzheng: “…”
Why bother talking about it!
“The point is, these people openly practice, accept offerings from locals, but secretly they eat meat, drink alcohol, breaking all five Buddhist precepts.”
The five Buddhist precepts: no killing, no stealing, no sexual misconduct, no lying, no alcohol.
All Buddhist disciples must abide by them, even a single violation results in expulsion.
Chuzheng spins the tea cup with her fingers: “How do you know so much?”
Han Qiqi chuckles lightly: “Recently met someone, was in a good mood and saved them, learned from their mouth.”
She points backwards, it’s the maid behind her.
This girl is from a village near Mingjing Mountain. One night when it was late and raining heavily, she couldn’t return to her village, so she took refuge at Mingjing Mountain.
In the eyes of nearby villagers, Mingjing Mountain was a holy place.
Little did this girl know that her visit turned into hell.