This shows that they are from the forbidden palace.

The two were quickly invited in, and the monk Zhike led them to the courtyard next to the Main Hall, where the abbot was.

The abbot of the Dayan Temple is a middle-aged monk with a handsome appearance. His bald head does not detract from his handsomeness, but rather gives him a more unique temperament, full of majesty, and a very eminent monk's demeanor.

"The poor monk knows his knowledge and has seen the two superiors. I wonder what you two are worth?"

"Master Zhiming, we do have the guts to ask for something."

"Please say."

"We want to meet all the eminent monks in the temple. Every eminent monk wants to meet. Is it possible?"

"This..." Zhi Ming hesitated.

He smiled bitterly and said: "Some disciples hold important positions and cannot leave without permission. I'm afraid..."

"Then how about we meet the other eminent monks first?"

"Okay." Zhi Ming nodded calmly.

He turned around and ordered to go down, and all the disciples in the temple came to see these two imperial envoys.

After a while, one hundred and twenty-six monks from Dayan Temple gathered in the courtyard and looked at the two Qianlong Guards quietly.

The two of them looked solemn and said nothing.

There is no such murderer.

"Abbott, how many other eminent monks are there?"

"Um..." Zhi Ming looked troubled: "I don't know which one of the two superiors we should look for, just to put it bluntly."

"We need to see it before we can confirm it."

"I wonder what you are looking for?"

"The murderer." The tall middle-aged man said solemnly: "We suspect that the murderer of a case is an eminent monk from your temple."

"Don't lie about the difference between the two of you!" Zhi Ming said in a deep voice.

The short one said in a young voice: "Master Zhiming, we also hope that he is not an eminent monk from your temple, but we need to see all the eminent monks to be sure that he is not from your temple."

"Twelve of the disciples of our temple are not here, eight are in the Sutra Pavilion, and four are in retreat."

"Then can we stand outside the Sutra Pavilion and not enter the Sutra Pavilion?"

"…Follow me."

Zhi Ming took the two of them to the Sutra Collection Pavilion at the back.

As soon as he stepped in front of the Sutra Collection Pavilion, the short middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "This is it."

Abbot Zhiming's face changed slightly, and he frowned and looked at him: "What do you mean by this?"

"The murderer is here." The short middle-aged man said calmly: "Abbott, you don't know who is the murderer, do you?"

"I don't know what the case is, so how can I know who the murderer is?" Zhi Ming said calmly, "I hope you two can clear up the confusion."

"Please come out and meet the eight eminent monks."

"...Come out, everyone." Zhi Ming said slowly.

"Amitabha!" Eight monks floated out from the window of the Sutra Pavilion and landed lightly in front of the two Qianlong Guards.

Among these eight monks, four are old, three are middle-aged, and one is young.

Their eyes fell on the young monk.

His eyes are like bright stars, his eyebrows are like a cold sword, his nose is like a hanging liver, and his lips are red and his teeth are white. He is truly a rare and beautiful man.

"Is it him?"

"yes."

"What a pity, such a talented person!"

"Abbott, this monk is...?"

"This is a disciple of a poor monk, whose dharma name is Jingfan."

"I, a poor monk, have seen two great men." The handsome young monk titheed and said with a slight smile, which made people feel like they were taking a breath of spring breeze.
Chapter completed!