Wang Sheng put on his cuff and epaulette, lifted his longsword, and made a round of inspections. When he reached the area where the Buddhist sect members were gathered, he acted as if he had just noticed that his senior sister was in the food truck. 0

Smiling, he called out, "Senior Sister!"0

The monks lining up at the food truck turned to Wang Sheng. A few greeted him with a Buddhist salute, and Wang Sheng cupped his hands in return.0

Mu Wanxuan blinked and beckoned for Wang Sheng to come inside the food truck, indicating there was still room to stand.0

Wang Sheng put on an apron and took over for one of the Special Investigation Unit members. He began serving rice to the Buddhist monks. It was well known that the job of a referee was to be fair and just... especially in evenly portioning every serving of food.0

After a while, Wang Sheng noticed something. The style and color of the two to three hundred monks varied slightly. A rough estimate suggested that they had come from at least a dozen different temples.0

Naturally, none of the monks were from the Ziyan Temple. After all, they were still busy working with the research institute, chanting sutras day and night beside the Devil-Sealing Well.0

The monk whom Wang Sheng had previously flagged as suspicious had finished eating and gathered up...0