Tuoba Yu quickly lay down, closed his eyes, and in a short while, a uniform breathing sound came.

Xi Yu sat quietly on the chair, closing his eyes slightly, as if he was resting his mind, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Under the faint moonlight, his face seemed particularly quiet and mysterious.

On the other side, in the dim temple, candlelight sways.

Several black-clothed assassins walked in with a cold expression on their faces, and their footsteps were particularly clear in the quiet temple.

Wuyou was standing in front of the Buddha statue, and when he heard the movement, he turned around, his face full of surprise.

One of the assassins said coldly: "This old monk committed suicide because of shame. We have sent his body back to you."

The assassin also told about what happened back then.

Wuyou widened his eyes, his face full of shock, his mouth slightly opened, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it, "This... how is this possible..."

The assassins did not say anything more. After putting down the corpse, they left quickly as Tathagata.

Only Wuyou stood there in a daze, looking at the old monk's corpse, his eyes full of confusion and disbelief.

His body trembled slightly, as if he had not yet come back to his senses from this huge impact.

After a long time, he slowly squatted down, reached out his hand and gently stroked the old monk's face, his eyes gradually turned red, and he murmured: "Abbot...how could this happen..."

After learning about the old monk's death, Ouyang Linlin hurried to the meditation room and found Wuyou, who was standing next to the old monk's body.

She walked to Wuyou with concern, gently held his hand, and said softly, "Wuyou, don't be too sad." Her eyes were filled with heartache and pity, and her brows frowned slightly.

Wuyou raised his head, his eyes were empty, and he murmured: "Donor, abbot... he left like that."

After a while, Ouyang Linlin saw that Wuyou had calmed down a little, then stood up and returned to her room.

As soon as he entered the room, Xiaohong couldn't wait to meet him and asked anxiously: "Miss, how did that old monk die?"

Ouyang Linlin sighed and said slowly: "I heard that she had done something ashamed, so she committed suicide."

When she said this, there was a hint of solemnity and emotion on her face.

Xiaohong opened her mouth in surprise, "Ah? Something shameful? I didn't expect the old monk to do it too..." She shook her head, her face full of incredible expressions.

Ouyang Linlin looked at Xiaohong with a serious face, frowned slightly and said, "Xiaohong, don't talk casually. That's someone else's business and has nothing to do with us." There was a hint of majesty in her eyes and her expression was very serious.

After hearing this, Xiaohong nodded quickly and responded obediently: "Yes, Miss, I understand."

She lowered her head, a look of knowing her mistake appeared on her face, and her hands unconsciously fiddled with the corners of her clothes.

Seeing Xiaohong's appearance, Ouyang Linlin's tone eased a little, and continued, "Just do our own things well, don't meddle in other people's business."

Xiaohong nodded vigorously again, looked up at Ouyang Linlin, and said firmly: "Don't worry, Miss, I won't say anything anymore, I will definitely listen to the lady." After saying that, a well-behaved smile appeared on her face.

It was late at night, and Ouyang Linlin was lying on the bed, but tossed and turned, without any sleepiness.

She opened her eyes and looked at the dark ceiling, feeling very upset. She sighed softly and murmured to herself, "Oh, I'm afraid I can't sleep tonight."

Involuntarily, Xi Yu's figure appeared in her mind again, with her handsome face and upright figure.

Her eyes became a little resentful, her brows frowned slightly, and she said softly: "Xi Yu... I really envy Tuoba Yu. I can be with him, but I don't have such treatment."

As she said that, her eyes were slightly red and she showed a hint of sadness.

She bit her lip, her face full of helplessness and melancholy, "Why can't I..."

She turned over, still without sleepiness, and the sorrow in her heart kept surging like a tide.

In the temple's Zen room, candles sway.

Wuyou's face was sad and his eyes were slightly red. He sat around several monks.

Wuyou said heavily: "Dear brothers and sisters, let's start preparing for the funeral for Master tomorrow."

His voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were filled with pain, and his brows were frowning tightly.

One of the monks slammed the table suddenly, stood up, and said with a angrily eyes: "No! You can't just forget it! We can't believe the one-sided words of those assassins! The master cannot die so unexplainedly, we should take revenge!"

His face was full of anger and reluctance, his fists were clenched tightly with his hands, and his body trembled slightly due to excitement.

Another monk also echoed: "Yes, Brother Wuyou, we can't give up so easily. We must find out the truth and avenge our master!" He had a serious expression and a firm look in his eyes.
Chapter completed!