"So all the adult monks outside are impostors?" Ming Zhi stared at the monk inside the coffin, frowned, and said nothing.
The monk who tended the Scriptural Repository would chat with him briefly every time he went to borrow books.
The monk's voice, appearance, and mannerisms were no different from any ordinary person, yet his true body turned out to be dead here!
Wait... it wasn't entirely without abnormalities.
Pallid complexion, lifeless demeanor, speaking weakly, sclera more prominent than pupils—these were obvious signs of oddities, but I subconsciously ignored them after seeing them so frequently.
What connection do these symptoms have with the impostor monks?
Making sure he left no trace, Ming Zhi silently returned to the east wing.
As he passed the main hall, he could hear the ceremony was still ongoing; it seemed no one had noticed him.
The next morning, Ming Zhi gradually awakened from Meditative Concentration and heard little Jianxing knocking at the door outside.
