Chapter 315: This Princess Just Wants to Use Power to Suppress You, What Are You Going to Do About It?

"You say she killed them, so she killed them? Where is the evidence?"

The noise outside was too loud, and on top of that, Tang An was still uneasy about this matter, so she came out from the room.

Yang Jian followed behind, and Nezha supported Tang An's arm, afraid that she might fall due to the pain.

Looking at Nezha's current expression, he didn't care at all about who killed whom; he just wanted to kill all the noisy monks.

It was also because Nezha's killing intent was so intense that those monks couldn't help but tremble in fear, and they all unconsciously shut their mouths.

Tang An arrived before the corpses of those few monks, and just as she wanted to crouch down to examine them, she was pulled back by Nezha.

He remembered that Tang An was not used to seeing corpses, and even less fond of blood and gore.

But Tang An had experienced so many things, big and small, and had seen so many corpses that she had already developed an immunity.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Tang An carefully looked at the appearance of the few corpses, then looked at Banjie Guanyin who had just opened the door.

"Why has my benefactor come out too?" She had only opened the door and come out after hearing that Tang An had come out.

Tang An asked straightforwardly: "Did you kill them?"

"No." Banjie Guanyin also replied straightforwardly: "Last night at midnight, they all came to my room one by one, and even wanted to make me drink unclean tea."

"I knew they were all lecherous monks, so I knocked them unconscious and threw them out the back window." As she spoke, she even pointed out the monk who had luckily survived, "It was him who gave me that tea."

"However, I truly do not know how they died."

"Absurd! Utterly absurd! This is a pure place of Buddhism; how can you be allowed to make false accusations and slander at will!"

The one who delivered the tea, the monk who insisted that Banjie Guanyin was the murderer, did not wait for Tang An to speak and immediately retorted.

"Oh?" Tang An smiled.

This really is a case of someone sending a pillow when you're sleepy, or a punching bag when you want to hit someone.

Her emotions were already prone to instability at this time, and she always wanted to go on a rampage; and look, a punching bag had just been delivered to her face.

"So you're saying the tea wasn't given by you?"

"Since it wasn't given by you, why did you go to her room at midnight?"

"I... I..." The monk paused for a moment, then immediately quibbled: "It was she who asked this poor monk to go to her room at midnight to chant scriptures for her to drive away evil and cure her illness."

"Oh?" Tang An smiled, "So your meaning is, she blatantly seduced you first?"

The monk explained with a righteous air: "This poor monk only wanted to go and preach Buddhist teachings to the female benefactor. No matter what the female benefactor is like, this poor..."

"Poor your grandfather!"

Tang An truly couldn't bear it anymore; she grabbed a brick from the side and slapped it onto the monk's face.

Why not use her golden brick? Because she was afraid of dirtying her golden brick!

"Give you a little sunshine and you really start to shine? Do you want some face or not?"

"Calling yourself 'this poor monk' and 'a person of the cloth' in every breath, yet you're doing the business of sneaking into a female benefactor's room in the middle of the night?"

"And it wasn't just one person who went; including you, five people went in total?"

"What, is the female benefactor so terminally ill that she needs five monks to chant scriptures and pray for blessings together?"

"If chanting scriptures can cure illnesses, then what the hell do we need doctors for? Should they change professions to make coffins for you?"

The monk had a tooth shattered by Tang An's strike and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva; refusing to submit, he prepared to strike back at Tang An.

Sun Wukong kicked the inside of his knee from behind, and he knelt down in front of Tang An.

"Smack!"

Tang An brought another brick down, controlling her strength—dazing him without damaging his brain, just raising a bump on his head.

"I'll let you try to strike back!"

"I'll let you have a foul mouth!"

"I'll let you be wicked!"

"I'll let you do all these filthy things!"

If one were to follow this line of thought, it would be terrifying to contemplate.

The Golden-Nosed White-Haired Mouse is a demon, so she just escaped a disaster. But what about the women who stayed here in the past? Or the female devotees who believe in Buddha, have they been led by the monks to..."

"Damn it!"

The more she thought, the angrier she became, and Tang An hit him with a few more bricks.

The brick was actually smashed into two halves by her.

The monk fell to the ground, his head broken and bleeding, but he wouldn't die.

It was just that even if the King of Hell called for him to die at the third watch, Tang An and her three disciples could ensure he lived forever.

Of course, ensuring his survival was impossible; it was just to keep him from dying until the matter was cleared up.

"Benefactor." Banjie Guanyin pulled Tang An back, "Why does the benefactor need to get angry with a lecherous monk?"

"Aren't you angry?"

"Angry? I didn't kill anyone, so why should I get angry?"

"Don't you want to explain it clearly?"

"Why should I explain it clearly to this group of lecherous monks? The innocent are self-evidently innocent; I disdain to waste more breath on them."

For a moment, Tang An didn't know whether to praise her for having a big heart or for having a high state of mind.

"Some things can be left vague and don't need to be cleared up."

"But matters involving the slander of someone's life and reputation must be cleared up; I cannot let you bear a false stain for no reason."

Having said that, Tang An looked at the monk on the ground who was holding his head and crying bitterly; he was currently shouting about wanting to report them to the authorities.

Tang An placed the Grand Master Chair on the ground and sat down.

"Report to the authorities?"

"I am the Princess of Great Tang. If you have any grievances, you may report them to me."

"You, you..." The monk was furious to the extreme, and he showed Tang An the bloodstains on his hands. "These wounds on my body were inflicted by you. Now that you reveal your identity, are you not trying to use your power to oppress others!"

"Use power to oppress others?" Tang An leaned back against the chair, appearing languid, but as her eyes shifted downward, she exuded a sense of overwhelming pressure.

"I am indeed using my power to oppress you, so what will you do about it?"

Seeing this, the monk cried and begged the Abbot to report to the authorities, to uphold justice for him and for the reputation of the temple.

Tang An looked at the Abbot, "If you dare to go, I dare to smash your temple."

"As for reporting to the authorities, in your country, from the royal palace down to the government offices, if there is one who dares to accept it, then my Great Tang Iron Cavalry will tell them that accepting that petition will cost them their entire country."

"You don't believe it? If you don't believe it, then go ahead and try." Tang An had no intention of stopping the Abbot in the slightest.

"You! You are bullying people too much!" The monk was about to die of anger, finally realizing the terrifying nature of power.

Tang An looked at the monk, "So, are you going to talk? Or not?"

"Talk about what?" The monk refused to admit it, "It is simply that from the moment she entered the temple, she began to seduce us."

"If she did not want to seduce us, why were her eyes filled with flirtatious charm?"

"If she did not want to seduce us, why was she dressed like that, with her skin exposed?"

Upon hearing this, Tang An turned to look at Banjie Guanyin; her attire was normal, merely draped in thin gauze, and other than her arms being faintly visible, no other skin was exposed.

As for the flirtatious gaze, those beautiful eyes were exactly as a modern saying described: "Even when looking at a dog, it is full of deep affection."

"So your meaning is, because she was born with eyes, she cannot look at the road."

"And although she has hair and skin, she must cover them tightly, preferably without showing even a single strand of hair, only then would it mean she had no intention of seducing you, is that it?"

The monk was speechless, "In any case, in any case, it was she who seduced us first, and then poisoned my four fellow disciples to death."

"Then why are you still not dead?" Tang An pressed on, "Was it not you who served the tea?"

"How could it not be that you were the one who poisoned them, and you maliciously poisoned your fellow disciples to death?"

"And it is precisely because you were the one who administered the poison that you are able to stay alive."