C301 The White Horse Temple has been changed to host

The person who came was the first brother of the silkpants, Chang'an. He grabbed Shi Yihui and viciously beat him up in the private room, then carried him away like a dead dog. Before he left, he told me to do whatever I wanted and not to worry about him.

I can't help but sigh. Indeed, this is a path that blocks one's wealth like killing one's parents. Even though there is a type of kinship between them, in the hearts of these popinjays, or rather, those of higher status, this kind of kinship brings about a weaker bond.

"When did you get those?" Looking at the scattered white paper with all kinds of data, I asked Jiang Xi curiously. Her movements were a little too quick.

"Just got it." Jiang Xi mischievously blinked her eyes at me. If she were to let the jadeite staff see her actions, their eyeballs would probably fall out of their sockets. Actually, it was Cun Long who investigated it for me. "

"Cun Long?" I tilted my head to look at Fan Cunlong, who rubbed his bald head and nodded.

"Sister Jiang told me to pay attention to him, so I asked my friend from the mouse door to investigate. I didn't think that he would really have a problem."

The mouse door is the place Zhou Dunyi went to when he helped me search for Nan Ke Yi Dream. He was a person who relied on selling intelligence to survive, but who would have thought that Fan Cunlong and the mouse door had established a stable relationship. This is great, I nodded to myself. I placed Fan Cunlong in the big vat in Chang An's underground world, in order for him to do these things, but it seems that he succeeded, at least it was much simpler than what I had imagined.

"From now on, be careful of the people around you. If you are not well-informed, don't leave them by your side. Otherwise, things will get troublesome." I warned her once again as I looked at Jiang Xi seriously.

"What can happen? Weren't you looking for a personal bodyguard for me? Her martial arts are very powerful, so what's there to be afraid of?"

"What bodyguard?" I was stunned. Even the guards had been brought out. Did they go back to ancient times?

"The female bodyguard you hired for me. I let her go home after two days." When Jiang Xi explained it, I had a faint impression that she was the one who mentioned it to Chen Qingzhi. She said that the situation at home wasn't too good, and that she would help out more if she could.

"Yes, yes, a little. If you raise the salary of that girl, her family may have some difficulties." I warned Jiang Xi as she nodded and told me that she knew.

The little girl was sitting on the sofa at the Violet Tree Courtyard, watching the cartoons on the television with relish.

"Alright, stop circling around me. Go do what you need to do."

Not long after sending Fan Cunlong away, Huang San and Huang Si came over. Seeing the two of them dressed like this, I couldn't help but sigh. Now, looking at them, who else would associate these two with those idle hooligans?

"Have you been doing well here?" Huang Si still looked as simple and honest as if he lacked tendons, and Huang San still looked as smooth as ever. The two of their essences did not seem to have changed, the only change being their outer appearance and the kind of temperament they had. Although he couldn't put his finger on it, he could feel that temperament was related to a person's self-restraint.

"It's all good, I've gained a lot of knowledge from Sir Wu. Sir Wu said that after bringing us along for another year or two, we'll be able to hire a shopkeeper." Huang San looked excited as he spoke, but Huang Si's expression was sullen, as if he wanted to say something, but he was stopped by Huang San's gaze.

"Si Er, say what you want to say. Don't look at your brother's face." I glared at Huang San, this brat has been like this all his life, devouring this foolish brother of his.

"Zheng, I feel that Chang'an isn't as comfortable as our Weicheng. This place is pretty big and looks better, but I still feel that Weicheng is better …"

Huang Si's words made me laugh involuntarily, this guy really loves his family. Compared to Huang San, he didn't have any ambitions. Perhaps the biggest wish in his life was to eat, dress, and sleep well before taking a wife and living a life of peace and quiet.

"I heard from Old Wu that the two of you have some talent in this area. I'll test you guys one day and see how well you two have learned." Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've touched those Old Object, but when I mention them now, it makes my heart itch a little. Ever since we arrived at Chang An, more and more things happened. I had less and less time to come into contact with antiques, and I was no longer able to lie on the rattan chair alone like I did in the Weicheng, slowly playing with things I liked around me, or locking myself up in the secret room that held the Adhesive Red Object, immersing myself in the battle of wits and courage.

After dinner in the evening, he called Guan Zhong first, he was still very busy, but when I called Chen Qingzhi again, I received some bad news, there was a problem with number two, he was almost killed inside the prison, Chen Qingzhi told me that he got news that someone intentionally wanted him to die inside, they never wanted him to come out again. The news surprised me.

"Boss, no matter what, you have to think of a way to let me meet with Second Bro. If you can't open me up, then I'll go over. There's definitely something that we don't know about. It's not that simple."

"I know, I was just about to tell you about this too. I don't even know what kind of trouble Second Bro did in the south!" That fellow had been restless for a long time. Now, he should have figured things out! "Hey, tell me before you go over there again, and I'll immediately make the arrangements. This time, you might have to pull on my dad's banner." Chen Qingzhi also had a headache on the other end of the phone. At that time, the three of us were living quite comfortably, except for the second brother, who had become like this.

After hanging up, my mood was still a little heavy. Listening to the White Horse Temple's evening drum, I walked out of the Violet Tree Courtyard and slowly walked towards the White Horse Temple next door.

The monks were still doing something, but I felt that this place seemed to have changed somehow. As for what it was, I can't quite put my finger on it, it's just that there was always a slight difference in some of the details that were not in line with my memories.

Perhaps it's because I used to visit the Old Cube often, so even Little Shame in the White Horse Temple had some impression of me. When the two little Shame saw me, one of them hurriedly turned around and left while the other one led me into the main hall. Under the golden Buddha statue, I took the three joss sticks from the little Shamil and inserted them into the censer with a wave of my hand. At this moment, the little Shamil who left earlier had already trotted over from the side hall.

"Benefactor, please tell us what happened in the meditation room." Little Shamil put his hands together and bowed to me. He led the way, but the direction he was going did not match the route I had taken to the Zen room of the abbot. Suppressing my doubts, I followed Little Shamil.

It was also a meditation room, but it was smaller than the one in Old Cube. Furthermore, the display was much simpler, there was not even a chair in the room, let alone a meditation room table. In the center of the room, there was a golden praying mat, and on top of the prayer mat sat an old monk wearing a red cassock. The old monk had a resolute expression, and there were nine ring scars on his head, but I did not recognize him, he was not the man from White Horse Temple.

"Sir, there is no need to be confused. A month ago, senior brother was already lonely. Now, I will take charge of all matters within the temple." The old monk did not sit up, he was still sitting cross-legged, motionless, "The old monk is currently sitting in meditation, unable to stand up, please forgive me."

"Master, there's no need to be so polite." I was secretly shocked, Old Cube became so lonely one month ago? But before I left Chang An, I even went to visit the White Horse Temple. The spirit in the Old Cube is very good, definitely not like an old man who is about to finish his life.

"Senior Brother Yuan Ji had once asked this poor monk to give an item to you, and now that you're here, I'll hand it over to you." As the old monk spoke, he said to little Shami who was standing behind me, "Go and bring that box from the meditation room."

The old monk said to me for a moment, then gripped the treasured vase seal of the buddhist faith once again and entered into meditation. At this time, I finally had the chance to take a good look at this old monk who had succeeded White Horse Temple as host.

The old monk was indeed in a pensive meditation. His stance was very strange. Without a certain level of skill, he was simply unable to sit down. From this, it could be seen that this monk had practiced the path of bitter meditation from the very beginning. Bitter meditation, using all the difficult conditions to temper one's meditative state. Only after one's own heart had been cleared would one reach the small success stage. And this bitter meditation was very taxing. Once one sat down, they would have to wait for at least ten days without being able to get up. As for this old monk, the feeling he gave me is that he isn't as unfathomable as that Old Cube. Although his buddhist nature is also very strong, I can see through his foundation.

Little Shamil returned quickly and handed me a box wrapped in yellow cloth, which was sealed with twine.

"Master, what is this?" The box that Jiang Xi gave me was placed inside the room. I had forgotten to open it, so I received another one now.

"This poor monk doesn't know either. Benefactor, once you open it and take a look, you will know." The old monk didn't seem to have the slightest bit of curiosity, and he was even more indifferent towards what I was holding in my hand.