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Wulian was resolute in his decision to plead guilty, even though Misha anxiously knocked his head until it bled, it was of no use.
Sigh!
Abbot Yuanhui let out a long sigh. "Well, let's take him to Thinking Cliff. The deadline..."
Yuanhui remained silent for a long time, filled with pity, ultimately replacing the words "life sentence" with "no chance of release."
He looked at Misha again, his eyes filled with compassion. After all, this was a child he had watched grow up, one who had once nestled in his arms as a little one.
As for Misha...
Wulian interrupted him, saying, "Master, Misha has committed a transgression, but the crime does not fall on me. Below the Treasure Pavilion, there are several secret chambers locked with adamantine chains, and outside the pavilion, there are High Monks guarding it. He cannot escape."
Wisdom Supreme snorted in anger. "You certainly know how to make arrangements!"
Wulian continued, "Misha has a deep connection to Buddhism. The Treasure Pavilion lacks someone to study Buddhist teachings; he can recite sutras and study Buddhism daily for the souls of Big Willow Tree Village to atone for his sins."
Yuanhui said "Amitabha," and agreed, "Let it be so."
The days spent imprisoned beneath the Treasure Pavilion were calm and reassuring.
Misha worried about his master and Xuan Yin's situation but believed that Buddhism was a place of compassion and that Master Hui Jue and Yuanhui Master would take good care of them.
Counting the sutras he had written over three days, he realized that during this time, his demonic nature had shown no signs of stirring. Misha had once fleetingly fantasized about what it would be like if he were not a demon, if he had fallen victim to the schemes of that fog demon. But all of this was ultimately just fantasy.
Sigh...
With a faint sound, the door to the secret chamber opened. Each day, a vegetarian meal was brought by the guarding High Monk. At first, the High Monk looked at him with disdain; however, he could engage in light conversation with him about annotations in the Sutra.
"My master is doing well; my disciple has yet to awaken."
Their daily question-and-answer routine became their customary opening exchange.
The High Monk brought him several books again. Misha knew without opening them that they must contain methods for suppressing demonic nature; however, since his demonic nature had remained dormant, reading them would be of no use.
Understanding the High Monk's intentions, Misha expressed his gratitude.
As the door to the secret chamber closed, a slight breeze stirred. At first, Misha did not pay attention; but just as his pen touched the paper, he seemed to sense something—fog?
"Keep it down, keep it down, don't shout."
"Indeed."
This guy is quite bold, especially since the High Monk is from Pujiyuan. Otherwise, hm!
If there's a crack in this secret chamber, you should leave quickly.
Misha doesn't want to be involved with demons anymore.
"I have something important."
"I don't want to hear it."
"Master's father—"
"What happened to my master?!"
Misha slammed his hand on the table; just those three words were enough to break him.
"Master's father is dying."
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