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87: Big Buddha Temple!“Achoo...!”

“Who’s talking about me?”

Wang Teng sneezed. At this moment, he was heading in the direction of the sky gazing mirror.

It took a full day for Wang Teng to reach the location of the sky gazing mirror.

A temple named Great Buddha Temple.

【Today’s Intel 1: Yuan Kong, the abbot of Great Buddha Temple, was once a Notorious Bandit. His hands were stained with blood, but he was later enlightened by an eminent monk, laid down his butcher’s knife, and became a Buddha. Since then, he has used the name of Buddhism as a cover to scour for various treasures, which he hides in his treasury.】

【Treasury Location (Click here)】

“The abbot of Great Buddha Temple was originally a Notorious Bandit...!”

Wang Teng’s eyes darted around, and a sinister smile immediately appeared on his face.

This time, he might make a fortune.

【Today’s Intel 2: Pei San, a Genius from Tiansheng Village, is using his good looks to seduce Grandmother Hundred Flowers, the guardian of the Hundred Flowers Valley Treasury. After a night of passion, he successfully found an opportunity to empty the Hundred Flowers Valley Treasury.】

【Pei San’s Location (Click here)】

“Holy crap... what a talent! He can do that?”

Wang Teng was shocked, and at the same time, he admired Pei San, this Genius from Tiansheng Village, to the extreme.

According to the information he had, Grandmother Hundred Flowers was already over a thousand years old.

If she had the art of preserving youth and was beautiful, it would be understandable to make a move.

However, because Grandmother Hundred Flowers was nearing the end of her Lifespan, her body had long since become old and decrepit.

Yet, this Pei San could actually bring himself to do it.

At the same time, Grandmother Hundred Flowers had lived for over a thousand years and had seen and experienced everything, but she was still successfully seduced by Pei San.

One has to admit, Pei San was truly too strong.

If Wang Teng were to meet Pei San, he would surely give him a thumbs-up and say, “I admire you.”

Great Buddha Temple... was situated on a mountain rich in Spirit Stones. Its red walls and dark tiles gleamed with a gentle luster under the morning sun.

On the stone steps outside the mountain gate, pilgrims were already shoulder to shoulder, their tall incense sticks emitting wisps of green smoke, intertwining with the morning mist to form a hazy golden veil.

In front of the Mahavira Hall, the purple smoke from the incense burner rose like a column. The burner itself was blackened and shiny from the incense, with a thick layer of ash accumulated, yet a continuous stream of believers inserted new incense, the sparks crackling.

Inside the hall, Buddhist chants lingered, and the sound of wooden fish drums intertwined with sutra recitations to form a solemn rhythm.

“The sky gazing mirror is right inside the Buddha statue in this Mahavira Hall...!”

Wang Teng, pretending to be a pilgrim, held three sticks of incense. After entering the Mahavira Hall, he immediately narrowed his eyes.

Inside the Mahavira Hall, people came and went. Probably no one would have imagined that the sky gazing mirror was hidden in such a conspicuous location.

Then, Wang Teng, holding three sticks of incense, bowed to the Buddha statue.

“Buddha, oh Buddha! That abbot placed the sky gazing mirror inside your body. I will come to retrieve it soon! Please do not take offense!”

Wang Teng said this while surveying the environment of the Mahavira Hall.

Not only the sky gazing mirror, but Wang Teng also planned to empty the Great Buddha Temple Treasury.

However, with his own strength alone, it would certainly not work. After all, Great Buddha Temple was a powerful force in Qian Province, and its treasury must be guarded by strong individuals.

Therefore, Wang Teng needed to borrow strength. As for whose strength to borrow, of course, it was the strength of Hundred Flowers Valley.

When the clam and the crane fight, the fisherman benefits.

Moreover, Wang Teng also wanted to help Pei San a little.

Although Pei San had dealt with Grandmother Hundred Flowers, it was not easy for him to empty Hundred Flowers Valley.

If Hundred Flowers Valley and Great Buddha Temple were to fight, Hundred Flowers Valley’s defenses would be weakened, and Pei San would be able to act more smoothly.

Afterward, Wang Teng left the Mahavira Hall. He continued to pretend to be a pilgrim, wandering around other parts of Great Buddha Temple, scouting in advance and familiarizing himself with the environment before leaving.

He went directly to Hundred Flowers Valley and met Valley Master Hua Qianmo.

Valley Master Hua Qianmo of Hundred Flowers Valley truly lived up to the name “Hundred Flowers.”

Today, Hundred Flowers Valley was in full bloom, with a riot of colors, flourishing beautifully.

Hua Qianmo was tall and stood in the center of a cloud-brocade-like sea of flowers, dressed in a moon-white silk gown, with delicate orchid patterns embroidered in silver thread on its hem.

Her hair was simply tied with a white jade hairpin, with a few strands of dark hair falling to the side of her neck, accentuating her snow-white skin.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains veiled in mist, her eyes like the clear water of autumn, with a slight upturn at the corners, naturally exuding a cool and detached air.

Her nose bridge was high and straight like a solitary peak, and her lips were a natural light pink, like cherry blossoms containing morning dew, yet with an aloofness that kept people at a distance.

“You said you have a clue about the sky gazing mirror?”

Hua Qianmo looked at Wang Teng in front of her and asked with a serious and stern expression.

“That’s right! The sky gazing mirror was stolen by Yuan Kong, the abbot of Great Buddha Temple!”

Wang Teng spoke directly, without beating around the bush.

“Great Buddha Temple is a renowned Righteous Path Sect in Qian Province, and its abbot, Yuan Kong, is an eminent monk of great prestige. You say that my Hundred Flowers Valley’s sky gazing mirror was stolen by Yuan Kong of Great Buddha Temple? Are you perhaps joking?”

Upon hearing this, Hua Qianmo was so angered that she laughed.

Is he so desperate for the bounty that he’s gone mad? Of all people to slander, he slanders Yuan Kong, the abbot of Great Buddha Temple?

“Yuan Kong, the abbot of Great Buddha Temple, was once a Notorious Bandit, but he was enlightened by an eminent monk and entered the Buddhist order!”

“However, Yuan Kong’s nature remained unchanged; instead, he became even more rampant by leveraging the name of Buddhism!”

“If Valley Master doesn’t believe me, you can investigate!”

Wang Teng said earnestly.

“...!”

Upon hearing this, Hua Qianmo frowned.

In fact, thinking back carefully, quite a few forces had lost treasures during this period, not just their Hundred Flowers Valley.

Most importantly, the time when various forces began losing treasures coincided exactly with the time Yuan Kong arrived at Great Buddha Temple and became its abbot.

However, no one had ever suspected Yuan Kong, simply because he was the abbot of Great Buddha Temple.

Now, if it was truly as Wang Teng said, and Yuan Kong was a Notorious Bandit, then it was indeed possible that Yuan Kong was responsible.

Soon, the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley ordered people to investigate, and at the same time, she informed other forces that had lost treasures, so they could investigate together.

Meanwhile, Wang Teng waited quietly in Hundred Flowers Valley.

As luck would have it, during his wait, Wang Teng actually saw Pei San, who was plotting to raid the Hundred Flowers Valley Treasury.

Pei San’s figure was tall and straight like a green pine, his ink-black robe accentuating his snow-white skin.

His sword-like eyebrows swept up to his temples, his gaze was as deep as a cold pool, and in the depths of his pupils, faint golden glints seemed to flow, as if he could see through all illusions in the world.

His nose bridge was high and prominent like a solitary peak, his distinctly lined thin lips were always pursed into a cold arc, and his jawline was chiseled like a knife, yet occasionally, when he lowered his gaze, a hint of imperceptible gentleness would escape.

His hair was not tied; three thousand strands of dark hair were loosely held by a single white jade hairpin, with a few strands falling to the side of his neck, swaying gently with his movements.

A cool, aloof aura enveloped him, like a winter plum blossom at the peak of a snowy mountain, possessing both a distant detachment that kept people at bay and a fatal attraction that made it impossible to look away.

Standing there, he was like an ancient sword about to be unsheathed, its sharpness hidden but already dimming everything around it.

“Good heavens, with that appearance and temperament, no wonder he could win over Grandmother Hundred Flowers!”

Wang Teng watched Pei San walk past him, secretly filled with admiration...