The monk had delicate features, and an abnormal flush appeared on his cheeks. Looking at the familiar face, Jiang Cheng's bad premonition finally became a reality.

Hui Qing...

It really was the monk Hui Qing!

Seeing Hui Qing's beautiful face, the monks laughed even more unscrupulously. Monk Hui Ming pushed Hui Qing hard to the ground, and Hui Qing fell to the ground, right next to Hui Cong. "Junior Brother Hui Cong, don't say that the senior brothers don't take care of you. This time, we'll let you and Junior Brother Hui Qing cultivate merits first. You have to hurry up and cultivate, the senior brothers are still waiting!"

Hearing what Hui Ming said, the surrounding monks burst into laughter. Hui Cong shrank into a ball in fear, not daring to lift his head, shaking his head desperately while crying, "I won't cultivate, I won't cultivate..."

But the next second, the heroic woman frowned. She saw Hui Qing crawling towards the monk Hui Cong with both hands and feet, then pulling Hui Cong's hand and placing it on his own body.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the monks could no longer suppress the heat in their hearts and began to surround the remaining slender figures.

Groans, the rattling of tables and chairs, everything was being staged absurdly in the solemn Merit Hall, the scene was unbearable.

The heroic woman gritted her teeth, the scene in front of her constantly plucking at her taut nerves. Suddenly, movement came again from the secret passage hidden behind the bookshelf, and several figures ducked out of the hole.

"Amitabha, it is very gratifying to the senior brother that the junior brothers are working so hard to cultivate merits!"

The person who came was wearing a neat kasaya, with his hands folded in front of him. A strange smile hung on his dark face. Who else could it be but Monk Hui De?

Monk Hui Ming, who had already been fighting fiercely, pushed away the person under him, pulled up his pants with one hand, and walked towards Hui De happily. First, he chanted a Buddhist prayer, then nodded, "Greetings, Senior Brother Hui De!"

Hui De nodded in return, and after his gaze swept over the monks present, he suddenly said loudly: "Junior brothers, don't worry, how about the senior brother sending you a share of merit tonight?"

Hearing this, the monks immediately became interested. Hui De waved his hand, and the burly monk standing at the end turned around and dragged a sack out of the dark passage.

The moment they saw the sack, Jiang Cheng and the others suddenly had a bad feeling, because the sack was very large, enough to hold a person.

As the sack was torn open, a figure fell out helplessly. The heroic woman's eyes widened, and bloodshot veins climbed into her eyes. The sack contained a woman, the missing maid from their group!

She had actually been kidnapped by these evil monks!

Moreover, the maid's appearance was very strange. She stared at everything around her in fear, but her body could hardly move, and she couldn't speak, because her limbs were all dislocated, as was her jaw. At this moment, she was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Monk Hui Ming's eyes lit up, and he licked his lips hard. "Senior Brother Hui De, why has this person become like this? This is not the way our Holding Vows Monastery treats guests."

"Hehe, Junior Brother Hui Ming, you don't know, this person is quite skilled, and has a vicious heart. Not long ago, she actually came to me and wanted me to help her kill someone." Hui De's eyes flashed with fierce light, and his voice became loud. "It's ridiculous, what does she take our Holding Vows Monastery for? How can such a scoundrel run wild in a pure Buddhist land!"

"But then again, my Buddha is merciful, so I am willing to give her a chance, so I brought her to the Merit Hall to cultivate merits with the junior brothers, hoping to help her escape from the sea of suffering as soon as possible." Hui De put his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist prayer piously, "Amitabha."

A strange scene occurred. Seemingly really touched by Monk Hui De's words, these monks stopped what they were doing. Some were naked, some were simply unclothed, and some were eating and drinking, but no matter what they were doing, they all quieted down at this moment and put their hands together towards the bewildered maid.

"Amitabha, well done, well done."

"Amitabha, well done, well done."

"Amitabha, well done, well done."

In the solemn sound of Buddhist prayers, these monks chanted while slowly surrounding the maid.

"They're crazy, they're all crazy!" The heroic woman's chest heaved violently, and she was almost suffocating.

Staring at the densely packed circle of monks, like wriggling maggots, Jiang Cheng suddenly had another idea. He turned to stare at the heroic woman and questioned, "Did you send your maid to find the monks, wanting to use their hands to get rid of me and my brother?"

The heroic woman had not yet recovered from the scene in front of her, and was stunned when she heard Jiang Cheng's words. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Jiang Cheng sneered, "Didn't you hear what the monk said just now? That maid wanted to find a monk to kill someone. Besides you and us, there are no outsiders in this temple. Who do you think she wanted to kill?"

"Little Friend Jiang, there must be some misunderstanding." Old Mr. Song remained calm. "We are now grasshoppers on the same rope, trapped in this ghost temple. If we harm you, what good will it do us?"

"Furthermore, let me take a step back. If we really wanted to attack you two, would we need to use the monks' hands?"

"You two have not recovered from your injuries, and some of us are quite skilled. If we really fight, can you hold on?"

Jiang Cheng naturally knew this, but he needed this excuse to test the other party's intentions. Judging from the current situation, his judgment was correct. This maid was one of the deep reds hidden in the team.

After saying a few harsh words and seeing that he had suppressed the situation, Old Mr. Song's attitude softened. He cupped his hands at Jiang Cheng and said politely, "Little Friend Jiang, I am Song Tianyang, the leader of a minor sect of *fangshi* (Warlock, Magician). Please give me some face. In my opinion, this Holding Vows Monastery blocks mountains and cuts off water, it is a desperate place. If we want to survive, we still need to cooperate sincerely. Fighting with our lives may give us a chance of survival, but we must not have internal strife!"

"What the old gentleman said is correct, but how do you explain the maid's matter? Why did she want to harm us?" Jiang Cheng questioned, "We have no grievances, and what about next time? Will someone in your team lose their mind again and attack me and my brother?"

"Little Friend Jiang, don't worry, I promise here that this will never happen. Whoever dares to attack you and your brother is against all of us, and I will personally deal with him!" Song Tianyang agreed very readily.

This was what Jiang Cheng wanted. In his opinion, this sect leader Song Tianyang and the heroic woman were relatively trustworthy. He could see that these two were the real leaders of this team. If these two were deep reds, then they wouldn't need to beat around the bush at all, they could just bring people to get rid of him and Fatty.