Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 861 - 498

Chapter 861: 498

Isn’t that obvious? A good person? No way.

"Dismantle the gun mechanisms." Sean Knight gestured with his hand, "We can’t take them with us anyway, just dispose of them when we leave."

Two others were still missing, and Sean didn’t dare leave them the opportunity to snipe at his team.

Several people quickly "neutralized" the weapons inside, and as Sean and his team walked out, Elijah handed him a notebook:

"Boss, this was found under a monk’s bed. It seems to be a diary, take a look."

Sean flipped through it, not expecting to uncover the secrets of these monks so soon.

The old monk was a descendant of a Japanese soldier and the local woman he had captured.

As for the other hundred or so Japanese soldiers, after bringing over the treasure, they were silenced by their own people.

The leading Japanese soldier was indeed surnamed Haruda, but the monk who recorded this didn’t know his full name. He only heard the old monk mention in passing that at that time, namely the old monk’s father, the officer named Haruda killed his accomplices and then settled down in this temple.

Then he captured a local woman from the outside and left behind a descendant.

This Haruda was quite talented. He knew English and Japanese, and from a young age, the old monk was taught Japanese and the local language by him.

Latter they used the Buddhist Scriptures they had captured from the Indians to teach them.

After the Japanese soldier Haruda died, the old monk was in his youth, so he summoned another group of monks and turned this place into a real temple.

However, someone later discovered the secret here. The young monk thought it was something left from the past and quietly informed the old monk.

The old monk silenced the young monk. Knowing it was no good to have too many monks around, he killed those that needed to be killed and dispersed the others. Then he brought in a group of orphans to brainwash and educate, also teaching them shooting and handling weapons.

The old monk learned hypnotism and other skills from the Buddhist Scriptures and books they had stolen from the Indians, so it was quite easy for him to control these monks.

They were not always here, occasionally going out to abduct a woman or something.

However, women were never kept in the temple. After a while, the abducted women would disappear, and the monks would not speculate where they went.

According to the records in this diary, the purpose of the old monk staying here was to bring in more and more people, and then go out and establish their own Buddha’s Land.

But bringing in people from the outside was risky. Before they used to take in orphans, but orphans became difficult to find. It seems the old monk began to indulge in the pursuit of longevity, so now they were just idling their days away.

The diary’s entries were disjointed; Sean could only make out so much.

HarudaTomoko watched as Sean read the diary, eager to take a look herself, but restrained by the presence of Elijah Hastings and others, she didn’t dare to snatch it by force.

After Sean finished reading, he put away the diary and said:

"It’s mostly a record of everyday life."

He turned to HarudaTomoko and said:

"Miss Haruda, I have good news for you... The old monk we saw earlier is very likely your relative. According to the diary, he is the child of the Japanese military officer Haruda and the local woman he abducted at that time."

"What?" HarudaTomoko didn’t expect to actually find someone related to her great-grandfather!

"Then... The treasure..." she blurted out, but then quickly realized her slip and hurriedly corrected herself:

"I mean, how did my great-grandfather get here, where is he now?... Where is he buried?"

"It doesn’t say," Sean said with a meaningful smile, "The diary doesn’t mention your great-grandfather, nor the treasure. But I would guess the treasure is probably inside here.

We’ll need to have a thorough search."

HarudaTomoko had regained her composure and nodded:

"Thank you, Mr. Knight; I appreciate you confirming this information for me!"

Gru Devon was also very pleased, as this meant his job was nearly finished.

Out of the four, he was the only one left. Just now, he had been hypnotized, making this journey far too perilous!

They couldn’t keep going!

They found nothing else of value in the courtyard. However, HarudaTomoko, not quite satisfied, rushed in alone, searching through each room before finally following the others out through another corridor.

Behind it was a vegetable field; it seemed these people were not simply biding their time waiting for death.

Beyond it was a shooting range, and further still, a garbage dump where animal bones were discarded. Clearly, the monks did not observe a vegetarian lifestyle.

Moving past the temple boundary, Sean and his group turned back, reaching out to another pathway through the single-story building and continuing to explore.

Then, they came upon the largest main hall standing tall.

The hall was dedicated to the Tathagata.

Sean believed it was the Tathagata, as it resembled the one he had envisioned.

The statue was also made of phoebe zhennan wood. The place was well-maintained and clean.

"Boss, the old monk presumably resided here," Elijah pointed to a side palace, "There’s bedding here. The goods are quite refined, and there are some valuables as well."

Upon hearing this, Sean was about to take a look, but HarudaTomoko had already dashed over, clutching her wounded abdomen, eager to be the first to see what was inside!

Obviously, she had miscalculated.

Elijah had arrived, and Lincoln Harrington was there, taking inventory of items.

Seeing Lincoln give her a cold glance, HarudaTomoko was absolutely convinced that if she dared to take anything, he would not be stingy with his hands!

Sean walked over and found that the side palace had indeed been converted into a living space.

The bedding was simple, but a Golden Buddha was placed at the bedside, several Buddhist Scriptures weighed down by jade jewelry, and various expensive pieces of jewelry were carelessly thrown on the bedside table. Huge gemstone roughs were placed on the window sill, covered with ash, indicating the owner did not much treasure these items.

Such a wasteful extravagance!

However, Sean’s gaze fell on those books.

Was hypnotism learned from these?