Three purple-robed elderly monks turned their heads and looked at Yuan Kong, all of them shaking their heads slightly.
"Yuan Kong, two years ago, when our monastery first plotted for Tongling, you were in charge of this area. Your disciple named Ding Buhai, who had been lurking in Yongzhou for many years, not only failed to be of any use but was also killed by someone. Am I right?"
Upon hearing the Deputy Abbot's question, Yuan Kong's face immediately displayed a trace of guilt, and he bowed deeply in self-reproach: "The disciple has mishandled affairs and disgraced our temple. Please, Master, punish me!"
