Gu Zhun fell silent, and Ye Tian took it as his consent. The two fell into a long silence.
This time, not only was Xiaoqian accompanying them, but also Gu Zhun.
Ye Tian came to Two Zen Temple once again, observing the tranquility similar to when he left. Passing by the bamboo forest, he saw the battlefield from before had new bamboo growing. It wasn’t lush, but it helped people forget the great battle.
This time, only the high monk was present; no one else was around.
“How come you are back again?” The high monk saw Ye Tian and immediately felt his temple was going to suffer again.
“Master, look, you gave me a Scripture last time, and I came to deliver the Incense money,” Ye Tian said unapologetically as he took a seat.
It was then the high monk noticed two people following behind Ye Tian, one a young girl and the other an old man.
The child didn’t seem like a Buddhist believer, probably didn’t have money, but it was different for the elderly. Most elderly people tend to seek a faith, and Buddha is a common pursuit for many.
“Old sir, are you here to offer incense?” The high monk immediately turned into a compassionate image.
“This master, Ye Tian said you are a high monk, I have a request, and of course, the Incense money is assured.”
Although Gu Zhun was not a Buddhist, the temple was small and looked simple; however, with the sandalwood surrounding and the faint chanting of Buddha, his heart also calmed down significantly.
“What do you need?” The high monk was clearly moved, the old man looked wealthy, holding promising prospects.
“My granddaughter unfortunately met her demise, and she was said to be born with karmic obstacles. I hope she can dissolve these obstacles after death and ascend to the Western Paradise,” Gu Zhun said humbly.
Right at that moment, Ye Tian pulled the high monk aside, and the two began to whisper.
Xiaoqian, seeing herself ignored, wandered around on her own.
“High monk, don’t just take money and not do anything,” Ye Tian didn’t trust the integrity of the high monk.
“I never speak falsehoods,” the high monk replied.
“This person died because of me, high monk, you must chant the Scriptures every day to let her pass on peacefully,” Ye Tian said with an indifferent smile, only he knew the sorrow in his heart.
“I always said, you have too many emotional debts,” the high monk said knowingly.
“My relationship with her isn’t what you think. I just personally killed her.”
The high monk didn’t ask further, just repeatedly sighed “Amitabha.”
Gu Zhun placed Ling Rong’s ashes in a side hall, and Ye Tian and the others tactfully left, giving Gu Zhun time to say goodbye to Ling Rong.
“Have you figured it out?” the high monk asked Ye Tian.
“I’ve only figured out a phrase, still don’t understand the rest.”
“Take it slow, haste makes waste.”
When Ye Tian was about to leave, Gu Zhun expressed his intention to stay a few days, which Ye Tian did not insist upon, and the high monk was smiling like a blooming flower.
“This master is a wise man,” Xiaoqian said to Ye Tian on the way out.
“Did you feel that the master has a daughter about your age?”
“No.” Ye Tian sweated.
“Why didn’t you let him help regulate the condition of your meridians?”
“I have no money!” Ye Tian said, and left Xiaoqian behind, quickly walking away.
Xiaoqian didn’t mind, leisurely admiring the mountain scenery.
Ye Tian now had many questions. He asked the high monk about things from before the New Year, wondering if someone had started researching mutants by then. The high monk confirmed it, but until now, no one knows who was behind it.
The Sixth Group, where Zhang Liang worked, likely existed before that event, and although they caught some people, those were just underlings. They only knew about capturing people for experiments but nothing else.
The person behind the scenes was clever, organizing relationships in a hierarchical manner with direct contact only between immediate levels, so subordinates had no knowledge about their superiors. Furthermore, their division of work was very clear, with each person only managing their responsibilities. If not for Ling Rong’s mother’s final struggle, this matter might never have been exposed.
After all, the incident took place in a small village in the Southern Border, a region often overlooked, so even if it disappeared overnight, it wouldn’t attract much attention. However, the strong scent of blood drew the health authorities’ attention.
The specifics weren’t clear to the high monk, other than knowing that the Sixth Group eventually cleaned up the site, but the bodies soaked in liquid already lacked any signs of life.
The opponents were organized in their retreat, destroying all instruments and records before leaving. But no plan is foolproof, and it was eventually discovered they were researching mutants.
As for why they used newlywed couples, the high monk speculated they might have wanted the children to be mutants, with a strange embryo already formed in the pregnant woman’s womb.
No one knew what consequences would have occurred if they had arrived later.
Only Ye Tian knew, perhaps Ling Rong was such a consequence, she could be said to be a mutant.