Capital City, once a bustling Zhen Guo Temple with countless pilgrims.

Silent, empty.

Except for a few little monks sweeping, no one else was present.

Lu Ziyuan, in a dark robe, familiar with the route, entered a somewhat desolate courtyard and walked unhesitatingly to the door of a side room.

Pushed the door open and entered.

The side room was small, and as soon as he entered, he saw the old monk sitting cross-legged on a mat.

Emaciated, blood and energy waning.

Indeed, it was the appearance of a man whose lifespan had reached its end.

This was the current abbot of Zhen Guo Temple, a renowned ascetic monk known to the Great Khan.

In a past life, this old monk died while wandering, and when Lu Ziyuan’s people found him, he had already passed away.

In this life, he finally managed to bring him back to the Capital.

Hopefully, this ’ascetic monk’ is not another who seeks fame and fortune.

In the past two years, those ’unusual talents’ who have died at Lu Ziyuan’s hands number not just in hundreds.

Among them were indeed some with real skills, tempted by high official status and fame, intending to serve the Emperor.

But their skills were not enough to satisfy Lu Ziyuan.

So, without exception, they all died.

Initially, these unusual talents came forward themselves to respond to the royal proclamations, but after Lu Ziyuan’s reputation for killing spread, it changed to the various soldiers capturing people.

The sound of footsteps startled the cross-legged old monk.

Master Kongjian’s downcast eyelids opened, his face a calm ancient well, but upon seeing the visitor, his expression changed.

He clasped his hands together, reciting a Buddhist scripture, his aged face full of compassion, "Benefactor, the sin of killing is heavy upon you; I’ve never seen the likes of it in my life."

"Is that so?" Lu Ziyuan continued walking, indifferent.

In his past and present lives, the number of people he has slain is innumerable, having alone caused the fall of Jin Country twice by his hands, his sins of killing are so heavy that it would be hard to find another in history to match; he did not care for this. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Lu Ziyuan said calmly, "Such a wise eye of the Master, you must be aware of my reason for coming today?"

Master Kongjian was already very old, his words slow, "What the benefactor seeks, this humble monk is powerless to achieve."

Powerless to achieve!

A ’boom’ sound.

It was the sound of Lu Ziyuan kicking and shattering the solid wood side table nearby.

He smiled coldly, "If even the esteemed abbot is a man of false reputation, in my opinion, Zhen Guo Temple no longer needs to exist."

Zhen Guo Temple has a history of several hundred years, longer than the existence of the Great Khan’s state.

Before the Great Khan, Zhen Guo Temple was known by another name, yet it was still a very prosperous temple.

In the past, when the Grand Ancestor of the Great Khan fought for the world, he received guidance from the abbot of that generation, and so after the founding of the state, this temple was honored as Zhen Guo Temple.

To this day, its great name resounds through the Great Khan.

Now, someone said in front of the current abbot that there was no need for Zhen Guo Temple to exist anymore.

If someone else had said such words, they would surely be considered mad.

But this was the current Emperor.

An Emperor feared for his reputation as a killer.

No one would think his words were a joke.

Master Kongjian’s expression changed once more.

Lu Ziyuan had already walked in front of him, squatting down to meet his gaze, his eyes sharp and piercing, "Perhaps the Master should think carefully about how to fulfill my wishes."

He had two wishes.

The first, to summon back Wanwan’s soul, to see her every day.

The second, to return to the past once more and start over.

He would use every means possible to change the fate of his beloved girl, who died young in both lives.

Master Kongjian sighed deeply, "It is not that this old monk deliberately evades, but the benefactor’s wishes are beyond human power to accomplish, as for destiny, it has its own determinations beyond our comprehension."