268: Chapter 268 Don't Inquire

Forty minutes later.

Jiguang Zhai.

Shi Xiaoya opened the door, and Liu Jing and Lin Yuelan carried the heavy box straight into the back room.

Monk Kongyun calmly took a step ahead to enter first. As soon as he was inside, he pressed his palms together, closed his eyes, and began to carefully sense his surroundings, instantly entering a state of meditation.

Lin Yuegui also carefully entered, took a soft breath, and slowly closed her eyes as well.

Xu Xin and his daughter came often and were already accustomed to the excellent feng shui of Jiguang Zhai.

Xu Jingyun, in particular, went straight to make tea. She had previously discovered that the purple clay teapot Han Jingyang used to drink tea at Jiguang Zhai was also a dharma instrument. Although she didn't know if it had any other effects, the tea it brewed was truly delicious—better than any tea she had ever tasted.

Ordinary water, ordinary tea, yet the tea brewed with this purple clay teapot was anything but ordinary; both its texture and flavor were outstanding.

Therefore, every time she came to Jiguang Zhai, she would drink her fill of tea, and after getting familiar with the place, she even competed to be the one to brew it.

This time was no exception.

They sat down.

Tea was served.

Han Jingyang shouted at Monk Kongyun, who was deep in meditation: "Big monk, come have some tea. This isn't your meditation room; I won't be held responsible if you suffer a qi deviation."

Monk Kongyun opened his eyes reluctantly: "Boss Han, when can you get a set for us at Thousand Buddha Mountain?"

"Get a set?" Han Jingyang scoffed: "Big monk, do you know how much this set of mine costs?"

"Twenty million?"

"Twenty million? That's just the pocket change."

"One hundred and twenty million?"

"No, it starts at two hundred million. The dharma instruments installed here are all masterpieces. Any one of them taken out would cause people to fight tooth and nail for it. Get you a set? That's easy to say. Not to mention whether you have that much money, even if you did, I wouldn't dare take the job. Most of the dharma instruments here are one-of-a-kind, and this feng shui formation is an even more unique existence; no amount of money could replicate it."

"What about something slightly inferior?"

"That's not easy to arrange either."

"Something even worse is fine, as long as it's about half the standard of what you have here."

Han Jingyang deliberately thought for about ten seconds: "That, I could potentially do, but there's no ready stock. You'll have to wait."

"How long do I have to wait?"

"That's not certain. If you're lucky, maybe you could assemble a full set by tomorrow. If you're unlucky, it's possible you won't be able to assemble a full set even after waiting two or three years."

"I'll order a set."

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent sure. How much?"

"The total price is one hundred and fifty million, with a ten million deposit."

"So expensive?" Monk Kongyun's eyes widened: "It only has half the effect of yours, which is already quite weak, and you still want to charge this much?"

Han Jingyang smiled: "You get what you pay for. Otherwise, do it yourselves. You are professionals too; there's no need to give money to a newcomer like me. Don't you think that makes sense?"

Monk Kongyun sighed: "Boss Han, stop teasing me. What we make is completely different from what you make. Although it's useful, it's not as useful as yours. Sometimes I really doubt if the cultivation techniques we practice are knock-offs."

Han Jingyang smiled again: "I'm not sure about that. In any case, the cultivation technique I practice is definitely different from yours. I've practiced for so many years and haven't changed at all; I only know how to perform Consecration on dharma instruments."

"Unique. I really would like to pay a visit to your master or sect."

"Better not. You won't have the chance."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't ask, don't inquire, don't pry. If something goes wrong, don't blame me for not warning you."

Monk Kongyun's eyes flickered. He pressed his palms together and nodded slightly: "I understand, Mr. Han. Let's talk about the matter at Xipo Village. How much do you know about that Liu Cheng?"

Han Jingyang countered: "What about you?"

"I know nothing."

"And now? Don't tell me you have absolutely no theories. Liu Cheng and Huang Jianyong are clearly in cahoots. They've committed so many cases over so many years. As a top sect in Quancheng, how could your Xingguo Zen Temple truly know nothing?"

Monk Kongyun hesitated, looked at the others, and finally whispered: "My master said it's highly likely related to the Qunying Society. This ruthless style of committing suicide before being captured is almost exactly the same as the Qunying Society, but there is one thing that is quite strange."

"Which point?"

"The Qunying Society is very purposeful in what they do; every time they appear, they have a clear goal. While Liu Cheng and Huang Jianyong are not weak and their style is ruthless enough, I can't figure out what their goal is. Boss Han, do you know?"

Han Jingyang shook his head: "You've been in Quancheng for so many years and haven't figured it out; I've only just started, so I understand even less. If Zhang Zhiyang hadn't told me, I wouldn't even know such an organization existed in this world."

That was what he said, but in his heart, he had a rough idea.

It's just that this idea definitely couldn't be shared with Monk Kongyun.

It wasn't a good thing, but it wasn't a bad thing either; if handled well, there could be a big payoff.

If he could handle it himself, he absolutely couldn't let Monk Kongyun get involved. This monk wasn't just a lone individual; he was a direct disciple of Xingguo Zen Temple on Thousand Buddha Mountain, completely different from a rogue cultivator like Xu Xin.

Some things completely change flavor once these big powers get involved.

It was just that today's matter didn't require much effort from Monk Kongyun; otherwise, a single dharma instrument wouldn't have been enough to send this monk away.

Being in the world of martial arts, scheming and maneuvering is a common occurrence.

Dealing with people like Monk Kongyun, who have groups or organizations behind them, is even more so. No matter how good the friendship is, it's unavoidable, because people like Monk Kongyun are in a state where they are not masters of their own destiny; they cannot just consider themselves when doing things, but also the groups and organizations behind them.

Monk Kongyun is like this, and people like Zhang Zhiyang and Bai Sixing are even more so.

Therefore, with these people, some things can be said, and some things absolutely cannot be said.

Monk Kongyun nodded: "The current situation is a bit complicated, and the Qunying Society's movements are getting bigger and bigger. I estimate something big will happen. Boss Han, let's communicate more. If there's any sign of trouble, let's exchange information immediately. No matter what, we are both from Quancheng. For the sake of the folks in Quancheng, we have to do something."

Han Jingyang nodded heavily: "That is only right."

Monk Kongyun thought for a moment, then continued: "I plan to properly investigate that Xipo Village. I always feel that place isn't quite right. Boss Han, shall we go together?"

Han Jingyang raised an eyebrow.

This big monk was indeed extraordinary; he had also discovered the anomaly in Xipo Village.

However, investigating together shouldn't be a problem.

Even if there were any discoveries, it wouldn't matter.

He had already planted a nail in Xipo Village. No matter how the situation in Xipo Village changed, he would occupy a significant advantage.

Hmm, the nail he planted was Huang Jianshe.

Apart from him and Huang Jianshe, no one else knew about this matter.

He had Xipo Village in the bag.

However, being watched by Monk Kongyun was a nuisance, big or small. He had to think of a way to divert this big monk's attention away from Xipo Village.

But ordinary things really couldn't attract Monk Kongyun's attention.

How about using props to stir up some trouble?

Fake a Buddhist treasure?

The feasibility was extremely high.

It was just a bit... devious.

The emergence of a treasure would inevitably be accompanied by bloodshed and sacrifice; the richer the treasure, the more blood would be shed and the greater the sacrifice.

He had to employ a strategy.