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Every piece of evidence pointed directly to the truth.
Old Vine sighed with relief, feeling a sense of joy as his efforts over the past few days were recognized by everyone. It wasn't too much trouble to help; at first, he found it tedious, but over time, it had taken on an oddly satisfying quality. He had even discovered that his lazy body had accumulated some Merit.
Sang Qingxiao was puzzled and asked, "But that artifact, Muyu, can it really strip away even the Merit of the dead?"
Old Vine explained, "Merit is embedded in the soul. Even if Wisdom Supreme's soul enters the Underworld, it can still be drawn by that fragrance. However, as time passes, without a living Barrier to store it, Merit will gradually dissipate."
No wonder Yuanhui rushed to see the corpse as soon as he entered the city. Wasn't he also trying to steal Merit from the Grand Temple? And royal Merit at that!
Old Vine continued, "The Grand Temple enshrines the tablets of emperors and meritorious subjects from various eras. They have plenty of Merit, even if they have long since passed away or been reincarnated; their Merit will follow their souls into the next life. If a soul has been touched by Dragon Qi, even without living protection, the stored Merit dissipates very little."
Moreover, due to long-term prayers and offerings from the people, the Merit within those souls actually increases rather than decreases. That Old Bald Donkey really knows how to pick his spots.
Misha, who had been listening from a distance, countered with a question. He was familiar with Buddha Cultivation and noted that even if Puzhao Temple wasn't enough for him to steal from, other temples would welcome him when he visited. Why take the risk of a long journey to the capital?
Huo Qi speculated that obtaining Sarira from Parinirvana was an obsession for every High Monk. Perhaps it was because when a person is about to die, they cannot wait any longer. Among Buddha Cultivators, how many are truly compassionate? It seemed there weren't enough; that made it quite dangerous.
Sang Qingxiao inquired whether a decrease in Merit at the Grand Temple would affect the Great Jing Dynasty.
Old Vine nodded in agreement. "It would. It's akin to disturbing the ancestral graves of common folk; wouldn't that have an impact?"
They needed to quickly inform Yong Huai and Cai Gonggong. This could also be verified by asking the Dragon Guard if they had seen Yuanhui use a black Muyu or a Muyu hammer shaped like a leg bone.
Once they had their findings, the news was swiftly delivered. Yong Huai and Cai Gonggong were both quite shocked upon hearing it. Cai Zhuo couldn't wait for the Dragon Guard's response and decided to go himself. After using his abilities for less than an hour, he directly entered Sang Qingxiao's Small Tavern.
"Miss Sang," he said urgently, "you were right; that Muyu is clearly half a skull with hollow eye sockets."
"What kind of Evil Spirit is this Puzhao Temple producing?" Cai Zhuo exclaimed before quickly apologizing to Misha. "That comment wasn't directed at you; I was just venting my frustration."
Misha waved his hand dismissively. "It's fine; I'm feeling quite upset myself."
Cai Zhuo smiled apologetically and then turned anxiously to Sang Qingxiao. "Miss Sang, what do you think we should do about this?"
"Has Cai Gonggong not taken action yet?"
Cai Zhuo sighed deeply. "I almost did! When I arrived, Muyu was already being struck against something while I saw those specks of Merit you mentioned."
"But their methods are sinister and not my specialty; it's better to consult Miss Sang."
Miss Sang, could you please take action quickly? Those Merits have been absorbed into Muyu, and he swallowed them all. It pains my heart. If you don't act soon, there might be turmoil in the royal family again, don't you think?
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