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Chapter 299 So you don't need to rob it after all?

When the abbot passed away, Zhu Qi lay on his body and wept.

Faced with this situation, neither Zhou Wei nor the Princess knew how to persuade him.

After Zhu Qi calmed down, she turned around, wiped away her tears, and said, "Sister Zhou Wei, please go and ring the temple bell."

Zhou Wei nodded, and soon after, the sound of bells rang out outside.

The bell tolled loudly and for a long time, as if trying to wake up everyone who was fast asleep in the temple.

Before long, several eminent monks hurriedly arrived at the abbot's meditation room.

Upon seeing that the abbot had passed away, the senior monks all showed expressions of grief.

The yellow-robed monk, with his keen eyesight, was the first to spot the peaches placed next to the abbot.

His eyes flashed, and he suddenly turned to look at Zhu Qi.

"Zhu Qi, why did the abbot pass away?"

Zhu Qi was still immersed in grief and did not notice the unusual tone in the yellow-robed monk's voice.

He said in a low voice, "My senior brother said he's exhausted and nearing the end of his life..."

"Nonsense!" The yellow-robed monk shouted angrily, pulling Zhu Qi back to reality.

The young monk asked, somewhat puzzled, "Senior brother, why are you speaking so harshly?"

The yellow-robed monk glanced at Zhou Wei and the princess, and sneered.

"Why am I speaking so harshly? I should be asking you that question: Did you conspire with outsiders to murder the abbot?"

Zhu Qi was completely stunned, never expecting things to develop this way.

He said with a pained expression, "Brother Kongming, what are you saying? The abbot has passed away, and his golden body is right here. You only need to check to see that no one harmed him. Why are you making false accusations?"

Kongming ignored them and instead exchanged glances with the other three eminent monks.

He then said, "The abbot is in good health and has considerable cultivation. He broke through to the Land Immortal Realm several months ago, which increased his lifespan. If it weren't for your harm, how could he have suddenly passed away?"

Zhu Qi was both pained and angry. He never expected that his senior brother would put a accusation on him so soon after the abbot's body was still warm.

He had been practicing at Kongshan Temple for many years and had always been kind to others. He never imagined that his fellow disciples, with whom he spent every day, would treat him like this.

"Senior Brother Kongming, everything must be based on evidence..."

The green-robed monk interrupted him at this moment: "Zhu Qi, don't say we've wronged you. I'm asking you, when did the abbot pass away?"

"Shortly before the bells rang."

"When the abbot passed away, who was by his side?"

"Me, Sister Zhou Wei, and the princess."

The green-robed monk sneered, "So what else is there to say? When our abbot passed away, only the three of you were present. If you didn't harm our abbot, who else could it be?"

Zhou Wei couldn't hold back any longer: "You old monk, what you're saying is so unreasonable! Your abbot's passing was an ascension to heaven, which we common folk call a happy funeral!"

"Instead of celebrating with drums and gongs for your senior brother, you're here spouting nonsense and smearing us. Who gave you the guts?"

The green-robed monk was a martial arts fanatic. After returning yesterday, he repeatedly studied Zhou Wei's movements but could not grasp the key points.

While tossing and turning at night, greed arose in my heart.

If Zhou Wei could give him the secret formula for the movement technique, could he learn it too?

Now that he had the opportunity, greed prevailed. Without thinking, he and Kongming pinned the blame for the abbot's passing on Zhou Wei and the others.

“You dare to be so presumptuous, woman! You destroyed the peach trees in our temple and stole four peaches. If it weren’t for the abbot protecting you, we would have taught you a lesson long ago.”

"I never expected that you would not only be ungrateful, but also repay kindness with enmity and harm my senior brother! You witch, if you do not pay for my senior brother's life today, we will not spare you."

Zhou Wei laughed in anger; this green-robed monk had quite the arrogance.

She stepped forward and said, "Fine, I'd like to see how you plan to teach me a lesson."

As she spoke, Zhou Wei struck a pose, and when her gaze fell upon Zhu Qi, she laughed again.

"Hey, wait a minute, this fight can start anytime, but with the abbot of Kongshan Temple passing away, there can't be no one to take charge, can there?"

"Before the abbot passed away, he had already passed the position to Zhu Qi. Why don't you all pay your respects to the abbot?"

Upon hearing this, the eminent monks were stunned.

Kongming glanced at the peach again, his heart hardening.

If Zhu Qi becomes the abbot of Kongshan Temple, how could they possibly get a share of this one and only peach?

Given Zhu Qi's character, he would definitely divide the peaches equally among the monks. How could they possibly accept that?

Upon realizing this, Kongming immediately retorted, "Nonsense! In terms of seniority, how could Zhu Qi be qualified to be the host!"

Zhu Qi looked at his senior brothers in silence, his heart filled with despair.

“I don’t want to sit in this abbot’s position at all. As for Peach, before the abbot passed away, he had already instructed that it be distributed among several senior brothers.”

"I really didn't expect that my senior brothers would be so aggressive over these things."

Zhu Qi's words caused the expressions of the high monks to change.

The blue-robed monk was somewhat embarrassed; it turned out there was no need to fight over the peach at all.

But Kongming's eyes flickered, and he made up his mind that even if Zhu Qi backed down today, they could not back down.

Otherwise, what would people say about them if word got out?

“Junior brothers, don’t listen to Zhu Qi’s sweet talk. These peaches originally belonged to Kongshan Temple. Who is he to distribute them?”

"As for the position of abbot, it's not that he gave it up, but that he simply wasn't qualified."

"What we are saying today has nothing to do with these two matters! Zhu Qi conspired with outsiders to murder the abbot, and this matter must be announced to the other major sects in the blessed lands."

Several eminent monks hesitated upon hearing Kongming's words.

Doing so would be tantamount to annihilating Zhu Qi.

If everyone in the blessed land thinks Zhu Qi is the murderer, how will Zhu Qi face himself in the future?

"Senior brother, this..." The blue-robed monk hesitated, wanting to offer some words of advice.

Kongming said, "My fellow disciples, don't let a small matter cause you to lose a greater one."

This profound statement silenced everyone present.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Qi felt even more sorrowful, and his eyes were filled with surging hatred as he looked at the peach.

Just a peach, and it has turned several highly respected senior brothers into this state.

If he had to choose, he would rather not eat the peach.

If that's the case, would the abbot not have passed away?

Having seen many hypocritical people, Zhou Wei and the Princess were not surprised by the transformation of the monks.

People die for wealth, birds die for food; this is no ordinary peach, but a divine opportunity that can grant one the chance to live forever.

It's perfectly reasonable for a high-ranking monk to transform into a despicable villain in order to gain access to the immortal realm.

Just as the group was facing off, a shout suddenly came from outside.

"The library is on fire!"

"Help! Fire!"

Upon hearing this voice, Zhu Qi immediately tensed up.

“Brothers, the Sutra Repository is the ancestral home of Kongshan Temple, which has a history of over a thousand years. I have no time to argue with you.”

"I'll say it one last time: I don't want these peaches, and the position of abbot is not what I want either."

"How you decide to distribute it is your business. I need to go put out the fire."

Seeing that Zhu Qi had already jumped out of the window, Zhou Wei and the Princess did not want to stay any longer.

They followed closely behind and went out to help.

At this time, only a few eminent monks remained in the room.

After a moment of silence, Kongming said in a seemingly relaxed manner, "Junior brothers, there's no need to take it to heart. These peaches should have belonged to us in the first place."

"Besides, the abbot also instructed that these peaches should be shared among us."

The blue-robed monk sighed, somewhat dejected: "How did things turn out like this?"

The green-robed monk also looked unwell and said in a low voice, "In that case, let's divide the peaches among ourselves."

Just as the group was about to make their move, they suddenly heard a mocking voice coming from outside the window.

"My fellow martial uncles, it's been a long time!"