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Misha lifted Wulian's collar. It was already autumn, yet there was only a thin layer of fabric, beneath which bruises of blue and purple marred the skin, revealing a gaunt frame.
Upon witnessing this scene, the monks from Pujiyuan erupted in outrage, surrounding Misha and Wulian, confronting the Demon Subduing Institute with shouts of accusation. "Is this what you call good treatment?! How could this happen? How could this happen?"
Wisdom Supreme was flustered and incoherent, recalling Misha's earlier questions and piecing together the situation with a sense of shame and anger. He averted his gaze, turning to the monks of the Demon Subduing Institute. "Who is responsible for taking care of Wulian? Step forward!"
But at that moment, who among them had the courage to step up? The monks from the Demon Subduing Institute pushed each other back and forth, eventually shoving a few individuals forward.
When it came down to it, those few were surprisingly unperturbed. They showed no remorse and were quite defiant. One monk had merely shoved another; he raised demons and thought he had a right to defend himself.
The Abbot had already made his judgment within the temple. "Who gave you the right to punish Pujiyuan privately?" they immediately retorted.
The Abbot's judgment was flawed; if it had been someone else, they wouldn't have lived for three more years!
Humans are not wood or stone; who can be without fault? You only see the Abbot's mistakes; why not consider his achievements over the years?
What good are achievements when an entire village has perished? Pujisi's reputation has been tarnished by him! He is beyond redemption!
Many of the master's accomplishments were known only to the higher-ups in the temple. Beyond redemption?! Ha! What qualifications does a newly arrived monk have to judge?
As members of Pujisi, how can we not comment? We at the Demon Subduing Institute have long harbored grievances against you Pujiyuan. While we venture out to subdue demons and risk our lives, what do you do? You merely sit there playing Muyu while taking all the credit. Many people don’t even know about the existence of the Demon Subduing Institute.
The rules in the temple have always been this way; we must abide by them. However, while we capture demons, you nurture them. This not only slaps us in the face but also stabs us in the back!
"Be quiet!" Wisdom Supreme shouted to silence them.
"Not so fast," replied a monk from Pujiyuan meaningfully as he looked at Wisdom Supreme. If he truly wanted to silence them, would he allow a young monk to speak so freely? "Master Hui Jue, let him continue speaking. It's good that he brings this up; otherwise, we wouldn't know how much grievance the Demon Subduing Institute has suffered behind our backs."
Grievance? A few words are enough; saying more would only harm him. Wisdom Supreme caught sight of the elderly Yuanhui Master approaching and respectfully assured him, "These new monks have spoken out of turn; I will ensure they are properly taught."
Wisdom Supreme was in charge of the Demon Subduing Institute and had more contact with the secular world. He had some cunning but was not a bad person; he would never harm Wulian.
Yuanhui Master understood this well. He stared at Wisdom Supreme for a moment before ignoring him entirely and quickly walked toward Wulian with evident concern.
The people from Pujiyuan parted to create a path, revealing Misha and Wulian behind their protective barrier.
This is bad! Misha has transformed again!
Having remained hidden at the back, Misha's experiences had completely triggered her transformation. Her demonic form was even more pronounced than during that incident in Big Willow Tree Village. Yet she still retained some awareness, suppressing her demonic nature to avoid harming innocent bystanders.
Teaching? There’s no need for Master Hui Jue to intervene; let me handle it instead.
The fully demonized Misha stretched out her tall and robust figure. Just as everyone was still in shock, she swiftly struck down at the few young monks, leaving no time for anyone to intervene.
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