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Sang Qingxiao was unsure how long she had been watching in the girl's memories. For those waiting outside the palace, it had only been a few breaths.
Merit erupted in golden light, which quickly dissipated. When Cai Zhuo saw them again, Sang Qingxiao was holding Skull and Muyu, while Yuanhui sat slumped on the ground. It seemed that the outcome had already been determined.
Cai Zhuo glanced around before waving his hand, instructing the now-normal Dragon Guards to take Yuanhui away. How did Cai plan to deal with him? Sang Qingxiao asked. Naturally, it would be up to Your Majesty to decide.
Sang Qingxiao forced Yuanhui to lift his head so that Cai Zhuo could see clearly. His face appeared much older than just moments before, filled with despair, and it was uncertain whether he could withstand the judgment of the Emperor.
Cai, I remind you, what he said about the longevity method isn't as good as he claimed. The thought had been planted; sometimes it wasn't a good thing. Should she mention it to the Emperor? Cai decided to be cautious.
Thank you for the reminder, Miss Sang. Looking at the shattered desolation in the great hall, Sang Qingxiao continued, since Merit had been used up, it wouldn't return. Although Yuanhui was solely at fault, Puzhao Temple's teachings must have encountered some issues as well.
As for Merit, let Puzhao Temple pray for blessings to make amends. With High Monks from Puzhao Temple facing continuous troubles, it was evident that most of their Buddha cultivation lacked tranquility. To prevent them from causing further disturbances, it would be better to confine them and let them focus on studying the Sutras.
Though Puzhao Temple was not under the court's jurisdiction, this time they had committed a grave error. The court's punishment would extend to them; sparing lives would be considered leniency—they would have to bear the consequences regardless.
After finishing her words, Sang Qingxiao intended to leave when Yuanhui suddenly lunged at her legs. "Give it back to me!"
She had her own thoughts and would not be used by him. Hadn't he already witnessed the backlash of that moment? With his current cultivation level far inferior to those High Monks, if he insisted on continuing down this path, the outcome was already set.
Yuanhui laughed instead. "I've committed a grave mistake and have been captured; no matter what happens, I'm doomed. I might as well experience a sense of accomplishment before I die."
"Miss Sang, you mustn't!" Cai Zhuo interjected to stop him. "This traitor is certainly meant to vent His Majesty's anger on him. Given His Majesty's current condition, he cannot hold back."
As Yuanhui spoke, Skull in Sang Qingxiao's arms began struggling towards him on its own.
Sang Qingxiao gently patted it and reassured, "Little girl, you haven't accumulated enough yet; why must you perish together with him? Not getting what you wish for is already the greatest punishment for him."
The group arrived at Small Tavern where Misha stopped at the entrance, planning to head directly to the old site of Western Shu's Ton Sect.
Sang Qingxiao suggested, "Since we haven't accumulated enough Merit yet, should we let it linger in this world for a while longer?"
Misha stroked Skull and assessed, "Based on the current accumulation level, reincarnation shouldn't be an issue; the only difference lies in whether it can be reborn into a good family."
At that moment, I suggested that during my investigation of the Ton Sect, I had once delved underground to inquire about it.
The Western Shu Ton Sect, although it has been gone for many years, still wields significant influence. That region remains resistant to the spread of other religions, even rejecting orthodox Buddhism, which has similar teachings.
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