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Yuanhui explained that along the way, he had heard many rumors. Although there weren't serious complaints among the people, there were no good words either. Jingjing City was relatively better off, as it was strictly managed, but other states were not so fortunate.
Yong Huai interrupted him, saying, "Master, let's each take care of our own affairs. The matters of the Court should be handled by those assigned to it. We should not speak recklessly."
Yuanhui replied, "However, some issues cannot be dealt with by mere mortals."
Though Puzhao Temple did not require the court's management, it was located within the Great Jing Dynasty. The practitioners of Buddhism emphasized compassion; when they saw something wrong, they could not simply turn a blind eye.
Knowing that there were unusual movements in the Court, he calculated and traced the source back to the Grand Temple. He deduced that the Grand Temple was being plagued by evil spirits, which was causing continuous disasters. If this continued unchecked, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He thought it would be a good opportunity to take a break and resolve this issue so that the Great Jing Dynasty would no longer suffer. For him, it would also be a great virtue.
Therefore, he requested Lord Yong to facilitate his approach to the Court.
Yong Huai doubted his words and scoffed, "If there are truly evil spirits, I haven't seen them, Miss Sang hasn't seen them, and neither have other Demon Catchers. Why is it only you who claims to see them?"
"Lord Yong," Yuanhui replied calmly, "our methods of cultivation differ; naturally, our perspectives will differ as well."
Yong Huai countered, "Misha is also practicing Buddha Cultivation; why hasn't he seen anything? And Little Buddha was born with innate abilities and possesses a stronger Buddha nature than you—how come he hasn't seen anything either?"
Yuanhui maintained his composure and responded, "Little Buddha may have been born with abilities, but his cultivation level is still low. As for Misha, being mixed with demons leads to an impure Buddha nature; he is merely Half-Demon and can easily be deceived by pure Evil Spirits."
Since Yong Huai did not fully understand Buddha Cultivation, he found it difficult to refute this argument. He recalled that when Wisdom Supreme first entered the capital, he was welcomed into the palace. "Master Yuanhui," he said, "your status at Puzhao Temple is higher than his; it makes no sense that he could enter while you have to beg here."
Yuanhui gestured with his fingers and muttered under his breath. "If my calculations are correct, His Majesty is currently bedridden. At this critical moment, it's not easy to enter the palace; my timing is indeed unfortunate."
Yong Huai rolled his eyes. "Do you really need to calculate that His Majesty is bedridden? Although no news has spread, most people can guess it."
"Master," he continued seriously, "even if you speak with conviction, the Grand Temple is not easily accessible. We will carefully consider your words and verify them from multiple sources. If what you say is true, we will certainly act as you wish."
"Verification? It shouldn't take too long," Yuanhui replied. "But if another disaster occurs during this verification period, I fear you all will find it hard to absolve yourselves of blame."
"Will disasters truly reappear?" Yong Huai felt a flicker of doubt in his heart but steadied himself and replied with a serious expression: "You won't have to wait long."
Unsure of what to do next, Yong Huai naturally returned to the Small Tavern.
"I’m certain there are no evil spirits in the Grand Temple," Sang Qingxiao asserted confidently. "But if there aren't any now and he goes in… who knows what might happen?"
Sang Qingxiao's assurance calmed Yong Huai somewhat.
"What should we do then? If he insists on going in, with his abilities and reputation, he'll surely find a way."
"Isn't he exhausted after so many days? Let him rest well first while we investigate his intentions."
Sang Qingxiao handed a bottle to Yong Huai, who hesitated as he held it in his hand. "I have no problem with administering the drug, but how long do we need him to sleep?"
"This medicine is harmless; we just need to act quickly," Sang Qingxiao replied.
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