CHAPTER 90: CHAPTER 88: QINGFENG TEMPLE (PART 2)

"Ah, distinguished guests, it’s been a long time." The horse-faced Daoist greeted them with a smile.

"Hehe, I’ve been quite busy with my studies lately." The fat man scratched his head awkwardly.

The thin man beside him merely nodded slightly, evidently not good at socializing.

Both their eyes inevitably glanced behind the Daoist, revealing an uncontainable eagerness.

Noticing their urgency, the horse-faced Daoist chuckled knowingly and led them toward the back room.

After about ten breaths, Lou Yi emerged from a cluster of tall hydrangeas, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

’What are they here for?’

He crossed the garden and arrived at a small path paved with bluestone slabs.

Fruit trees lined both sides of the path, behind them were small courtyards, each holding several rooms, resembling a small village.

His ears twitched slightly as he moved like a monkey through the trees, following the footsteps ahead to arrive outside an inconspicuous courtyard.

Here, the fat man and thin man from the Heavy Sword Sect and the horse-faced Daoist parted ways, each bringing a female Daoist hastily into a room, and ’bam’ shut the door.

Their intentions were obvious.

Lou Yi chose another courtyard, with his superhuman sensory abilities, he could hear faint moans coming from all directions.

Randomly picking a room, he quietly poked a hole in the window paper and saw an unsightly scene inside.

"What a den of vice!" Lou Yi cursed inwardly.

As he continued to investigate, his expression changed.

It turned out that not every woman inside was there willingly; the sounds of whipping, crying, resisting, cursing, and pleading echoed incessantly.

This changes the situation.

If they are not prostitutes, what Qingfeng Temple is engaged in is human trafficking and forceful prostitution, an extremely vile nature.

Thinking of this, a strand of killing intent surfaced within him.

He calmed himself, forcefully suppressing the murderous impulse.

He discovered the guiding horse-faced Daoist emerging from a certain courtyard with a smug look, casually flipping silver notes in his hand, producing a pleasant ’swish’ sound.

Lou Yi followed the horse-faced Daoist, observing him as he entered an inner courtyard.

Outside the courtyard, two tall sword-bearing Daoists stood guard, their aura made Lou Yi tense, as they were Breaking Through Martial Artists!

’Click!’

The faint sound of a lock being turned reached his ears.

A moment later, the horse-faced Daoist came out of the inner courtyard.

’There must be something good inside!’

Lou Yi was certain but did not rush, instead waiting calmly at the treetop.

He could instantly kill a Daoist, but with two, it became tricky, failing might alert others.

The number of experts hidden in Qingfeng Temple, or even Circulation Martial Artists and stronger, were unknown, caution was necessary.

After several hours, a Daoist couldn’t hold it and went out to relieve himself, leaving only one guard.

’Here’s my chance!’ Lou Yi pulled a stone from his pocket.

’Swish!’

The stone hit the wall beside the courtyard guard and then bounced to the back of his head.

"Hiss..."

The guard couldn’t help touching his head and instinctively turning to look over his right shoulder.

Seizing the opportunity, Lou Yi descended like a large bird, following a parabolic trajectory downward toward the guard’s position.

Feeling a shadow overhead, the guard turned his head to look up instinctively.

But before he could see clearly, an invisible energy enshrouded his head, his brain instantly empty, body stiff and hard to control.

’Puff!’

Next, a hand-knife swiftly struck his carotid artery.

The guard immediately felt darkness before his eyes, his body slumped, unaware of anything.

Lou Yi slipped into the courtyard, facing a black iron door, a thick copper lock as thick as a child’s arm hanging on it.

Even a Martial Artist couldn’t break the lock in one go without alerting the experts within Qingfeng Temple.

But, this posed no difficulty for Lou Yi.

In the palm of his right hand, a slightly curved silver needle materialized, about an inch long.

Then, he inserted the needle into the copper lock, deftly maneuvering, after ’clicks’, the lock opened effortlessly.

This was a silver needle given to Lou Yi by Liu Si during a jailbreak, having been useful several times.

Lou Yi opened the iron door and saw inside was occupied by a silver-glinting iron cabinet.

Drawers cluttered the cabinet, each drawer locked with a small copper lock.

Casually choosing a drawer, unlocking it, he pulled out a stack of pristine silver notes.

Each note worth fifty taels, altogether likely over a thousand taels!

’Just right, I need money lately!’ Lou Yi rejoiced.

Buying Stone Spirit, Phoenix Blood Stone, Spirit Monster Jerky, weapons, they all require money?

He immediately opened another cabinet.

This time, instead of silver notes, it was a blank ledger of similar thickness.

’Smart move, keeping multiple stashes.’

Lou Yi amused by the owner’s meticulous thinking, continued cracking drawers.

After opening about ten drawers, he got two more bundles of silver notes.

Suddenly, Lou Yi’s ears twitched.

The ’Stone Throwing’ skill’s keen senses detected hurried footsteps a hundred meters outside the courtyard.

Heading directly toward his location.

Without a second thought, Lou Yi activated his Light Body Technique, instantly turning into a dark shadow, leaping out of the wall elsewhere.

"Damn, who did this? Grab them!"

A furious voice faintly echoed from behind.

’Dong dong dong!’

On the mountain, the bell rang abruptly, a group of sword-bearing Daoists rushed out from the hall.

But Qingfeng Temple was on Hundred Feet Mountain, the terrain complex, flora abundant, with dusk approaching.

How could they catch the elusive Lou Yi, rich with evasion experience?

By the time the despondent Daoists retreated to the temple, Lou Yi had silently returned to his rented abode.

He found Liu Yuan, instructing: "From now on, frequent Qingfeng Temple, make friends with some Daoists.

If you find out they are about to conduct a ritual, promptly inform me."

Liu Yuan was somewhat troubled: "I’ve heard from the River Gang that the Daoists there aren’t serious, have big appetites."

This meant he needed expenses for the task.

"Take these, if not enough, come to me for more." Lou Yi casually grabbed a large handful of silver notes, stuffing them into Liu Yuan’s hand.

Each note worth fifty taels, causing Liu Yuan’s heart to leap.

"Boss, did you strike it rich?" Liu Yuan exclaimed, unable to stop calling him ’boss’.

"I just got a little lucky." Lou Yi grinned, briefly mentioning the filthy activities within Qingfeng Temple, advising him to be careful.

Liu Yuan’s eyes sparkled, vigorously patting his chest, said righteously: "Such a wicked temple, I will surely investigate thoroughly for Brother Yi!"

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