Li Huowang's words clearly carried another layer of meaning, and the abbot of Zhengde Temple naturally picked up on it.
He put his palms together and bowed to Li Huowang. "Amitabha. How virtuous. A monk does not utter falsehoods. Since this humble monk has said that Da Qi belongs to Benefactor Li, I shall absolutely not go back on my word."
"However, while Zhengde Temple may be the state religion of Da Qi, we cannot control the hearts of all people. The monks of Zhengde Temple would never resort to such actions, but there are naturally others who believe these rumors."
As he spoke, four monks came forward, using their ritual staffs to prop up an old man and lift him up before them.
When he was dragged before Li Huowang, he instantly spilled everything he knew, like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube, as if a moment's hesitation would earn him inhuman punishment.
