"Boss, Fu Ming has sent the signal!"
Near Qingyin Temple, a group of men lay in ambush. Upon spotting the smoke dispersing in the sky, one of them immediately reported back.
"Haha, it looks like the Buddha Beads are ours." A burly, bearded middle-aged man grinned. "Once we get the inheritance within and eradicate Qingyin Temple, this thorn in our side, I'd like to see who dares to offend our Fengren Gang!"
"Everyone, charge in with me!"
With a fierce wave of his arm, he led the charge toward Qingyin Temple.
"What's going on?"
"Who's sending a signal?"
The monks of Qingyin Temple were bewildered by the commotion, unaware of what had transpired within the main hall.
"The Fengren Gang is here!" a disciple guarding the entrance shouted, his face filled with shock as he saw the group of men approaching menacingly.
"How on earth did they get here?" another Qingyin Temple disciple asked, his brow furrowed.
