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He continued to lower his head and eat his vegetarian meal.

After the Middle-aged Man had walked around the place, he headed outside.

It didn't take long.

After Lin Yi finished his meal, a young monk immediately walked over to him.

"Benefactor, have you finished your vegetarian meal?"

Lin Yi nodded: "Yes, I have finished. It really tasted quite good!"

"In that case, Benefactor, please hand the tray to me, and I will take it to the back to wash it!"

"This... then I will trouble you, little master!"

Lin Yi did not argue with him and handed over the used food tray.

Following that, Lin Yi walked outside.

He still planned to continue walking around the temple for a while longer.

After all, Jinzhong Temple was so large that wanting to explore the whole thing wasn't something that could be done in a single day.

Chapter 367: The Martial Suppression Bureau's Trump Card Emerges

The sky gradually darkened.

Nightfall enveloped all the cities in the New District.

In Shanyang City, the night lights were dazzling.

It was as if this place hadn't been shrouded in the shadows of Yao Beasts and Men in Black at all.

Those young men and women still took advantage of the arrival of night.

They all walked on the streets in groups of three or five.

Perhaps they were heading straight to bars or nightlife venues, or just chatting and laughing while wandering the streets.

Cars formed long lines, weaving through the city.

It seemed as if those bad things had never happened here at all.

Meng Die sat in the car, looking at a KTV not far away.

Luxury cars worth over a million were all parked there.

Many people were walking into the KTV.

Wei Shang, sitting next to her, stared at it for a while.

"Sister Meng Die, why do you think those people from the Blood Handprint haven't wreaked havoc in Shanyang City? Looking at the people here, it's like they haven't encountered any crisis at all!"

"It's already dark, and they haven't been affected at all!"

"They eat what they want, drink what they want..."

Meng Die smiled and looked back at him.

"Isn't that simple? Who would splash dirty water on their own doorstep?"

"Shanyang City is an important stronghold for the Blood Handprint; how could they bring fire upon themselves?"

"However, the more this is the case, the more it shows that there is a problem with Shanyang City!"

Wei Shang nodded: "What time are we acting?"

"Let's wait a bit longer. It's just turned dark, so it's not suitable to make a move yet!"

"There are too many pedestrians outside; it's easy to hurt innocent people. Let's wait until late at night!"

After Meng Die finished speaking, Wei Shang didn't say anything else.

His gaze continued to look out the car window.

Tonight would determine whether they could clear out the Blood Handprint members entrenched in Shanyang City.

Therefore, neither of them dared to be careless.

One slight mistake would mean all their previous efforts would be wasted.

Wei Shang's heart grew increasingly tense.

The same scene was playing out in several other cities.

Only in Gumiao City, inside Jinzhong Temple, was it different.

A burly man had a cigarette in his mouth.

However, he hadn't lit it.

Mainly because a young monk was standing in front of him, staring straight at him.

"No, why do you keep staring at me?"

"Amitabha, Benefactor, the weather is dry and arid, and smoking can easily start a forest fire. I ask that you dismiss this thought!"

The young monk quickly bowed and said.

The burly man nodded, took the cigarette out of his mouth, and put it back into the cigarette case.

"Fine, I won't smoke, okay? I'll go offer some incense!"

After speaking, he walked towards an incense burner in front.

The incense here was free and was laid out on the side.

Anyone who wanted to offer incense could help themselves.

After taking three sticks of incense and lighting them, he bowed a few times and inserted them into the incense burner.

Only then did he turn back to look at the young monk.

"Is this okay now?"

The young monk put his hands together again, recited an 'Amitabha', and then turned and left.

Just as he had walked away, Mo Yanfeng walked over.

"Have you ever seen anyone smoke inside a temple?"

Hearing this, Chu Zhengxiong glanced at him.

"So what if I smoke a cigarette? Don't you see all this incense burning? How come when I smoke a cigarette, it could start a forest fire?"

Chu Zhengxiong said, looking unconvinced.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other girls couldn't help but laugh.

Although Chu Zhengxiong was unhappy, he didn't continue trying to light a cigarette.

Instead, he wandered around the temple with Mo Yanfeng and the others, having no intention of leaving at all...

Time quickly arrived at late night.

The temple was still brightly lit.

Those pilgrims who had come to offer incense had all long since left the mountain one after another.

However...

Behind the main hall, in a small courtyard, the Middle-aged Monk had already returned to his meditation room to sit and rest.

However, his mind was not on this at all.

His thoughts were unsettled, and distracting thoughts arose.

He simply could not enter a state of meditation.

It wasn't until after eleven o'clock at night that a Black-robed Man hurried in.

He quickly opened his eyes and asked: "How is it? Has news from the other cities come in?"

"Yes, the news from the other cities has arrived. Those people from the Martial Suppression Bureau have already begun to act!"

Hearing this, a flash of sharp light crossed the Middle-aged Monk's eyes.

"Lure the enemy deep, and wipe them all out in one fell swoop!"

"Yes!"

The Black-robed Man quickly walked outside.

Only at this moment did the Middle-aged Monk's heart settle.

Tonight, he could sleep peacefully.

Waiting until he woke up, perhaps he would be able to reap some good news.

According to his layout, tonight the Martial Suppression Bureau would suffer heavy casualties.

It would be even better if he could slay Lin Yi, Meng Die, and Yang Biao as well.

As long as they died, the Martial Suppression Bureau would fall into paralysis.

With only General Director left, he wouldn't pose any threat at all.

Just like the Monster Hunting Bureau now, which had also suffered a great loss of Origin Qi and had become withered.

However, the Middle-aged Monk never dreamed that, at the very moment the Black-robed Man had exited the room.