Outside the window, the sun was shining, the person was standing in the shade of the flowers, the sparkling sunlight through the gaps in the leaves fell on her white porcelain-like face, the two bright eyes were slightly narrowed, the willow eyebrows were slightly raised, but the corners of the lips were pursed, slightly raised with a little provocation.

It was Miss Gu Wu, Gu Zhirong.

Mingkong really had the strength to concentrate, he didn't look frightened at all, glanced at Gu Zhirong, and said angrily: "You little girl, you have learned to eavesdrop outside the window." Fortunately, it wasn't discovered, if not, where would you let my old face go?"

There was no blame between the words, but a hint of pampering and helplessness.

Gu Zhirong bypassed the windowsill and entered through the main entrance. He closed the door and closed the window, and sat down on the mahogany armchair, pouring tea and drinking it by himself, as familiar as if he was in his own home.

Then, she raised her head, stared at the sky for a moment, and suddenly her eyes bent, revealing a smile: "Old monk, let's have a showdown." ”

Mingkong pretended to be confused: "What kind of showdown?"

Gu Zhirong sneered: "Old monk, my medical skills were taught by you, and the usage of this Manzhu Sawa was also taught to me by you, why did you cover it up for me just now, why did you say that it wasn't Manzhu Sawa?"

Mingkong's expression remained unchanged: "The old man is stupid, just looked away, it turned out that the donor really used Manzhu Shahua." Amitabha, sin, sin. ”

Gu Zhirong tilted his head sideways and snorted coldly: "Pretend, continue to pretend, I want to see, how long can you, an old monk, pretend?"

Mingkong finally laughed: "I really can't fool you." ”

Gu Zhirong said: "Who told you to show your flaws? If you didn't take away my bracelet back then, maybe I wouldn't have thought of this, but you just took away my things, and you didn't mean to return me at all, so I thought about it." ”

Mingkong sighed and said, "Here, people with the same fate are only me and you, if I don't take care of you, who else can I take care of?"

Gu Zhirong shook his head: "I remember a sentence, there is no free lunch in the world, you take such care of me, and you have concealed your identity for me for so many years, let's say, what are the conditions?"

Mingkong looked at Gu Zhirong for a while, and finally nodded: "You are a little unexpectedly smart. I'm desperate to save you, of course, conditionally. ”

Gu Zhirong closed her eyes slightly, she was really not mistaken, she was really conditional. Of course, she doesn't want to owe favors to others for no reason: "Say, what conditions?"

"The time has not yet come. Mingkong said with a smile.

Gu Zhirong looked at him with some annoyance, this old monk was really calm!

"You really don't say it?" Gu Zhirong said deliberately, "If you don't say it, I'll have to leave." You have to understand that the kind of walk I am talking about is not the kind of person who simply goes out for three or two days and comes back, when the time comes, you may look all over the world, but you may not find me. ”

"Are you going to Yuedi?" Ming Kong said with a smile on his face, ignoring Gu Zhirong's "threat" at all.

Gu Zhirong's heart was shocked: "How do you know?" She stared intently at the gray-haired old monk in front of her, and suddenly a chill rose from the bottom of her heart.

She didn't know much about this old monk, although she had also asked someone to inquire about this old monk openly and secretly, but unfortunately the information collected was so pale and pitifully small that she couldn't infer anything at all. The only thing that is certain is that he, like himself, wore to this plane, and must have passed decades before her.

As for the rest, it's just the life account of this monk called Mingkong. Such as falling into the empty door since childhood, and the Buddha has a fate, understand medical science, highly perceptive, is the designated successor of the mantle of the Hanging Ji Temple, traveled the world decades ago, had an accident in Yuedi, almost died. After the injury was healed, he turned back to the Hanging Temple and took over the position of presiding officer, until today.

Gu Zhirong thought to himself, maybe it was the accident many years ago that caused the original Mingkong monk to die, and then someone had a soul to replace Mingkong, just like himself.

However, she felt that she was pretending to be a rich lady, and she had been disguising herself for so many years, and she was always careful about it, for fear of being discovered, and she felt very hard. This person wants to disguise himself as a monk and can't be discovered by others, this is too difficult, right?

Mingkong smiled slightly, as if everything was under control: "Actually, I know everything about you, including the escape of Miss Gu Qi that you planned, what you made Jingkong do, you wrote to Ding Lingling, and Jiangnan Caoyun..."

Gu Zhirong was shocked, her eyes widened, she looked at Mingkong for two minutes, and suddenly smiled: "Master Mingkong, you have a huge organization behind you?"

Mingkong smiled silently, not admitting or denying it.

Gu Zhirong was suddenly deflated. She should have guessed a long time ago, if it was just Mingkong's thoughts, what kind of intentions could he, a person of high moral character, have for his little girl? If he just wanted to force her to become his female disciple and inherit his mantle, he had already explained when he saved her that there was no need to wait so many years.

Gu Zhirong felt even more frightened that her fate was inexplicably in the hands of others, as if there was a sword hanging above her head, which would fall down at any time, which made her feel worried all the time, which made her feel very unhappy, and she couldn't wait to get rid of this feeling of being controlled by others immediately.

Gu Zhirong glared at the old monk in front of him hatefully. This old monk, who hid a knife in his smile, she really wasn't sure what he was going to do, set fires, or kill people......

Gu Zhirong didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Mingkong seemed to see through her thoughts, and said with a smile: "You can rest assured, what I want you to do will never be something that goes against the principles of heaven." ”

Gu Zhirong thought to herself, could she take this sentence as the last bit of kindness for Mingkong, a monk?

"Okay. Gu Zhirong drank the tea in the cup and stood up: "Old monk, since you promised me that what you want me to do is not something that hurts heaven and reason, then I can rest assured." It's not too early, and it's time for me to go back and copy the scriptures. ”

After saying that, she didn't care what the old monk's reaction was, and walked straight out. When she walked to the door and was about to open it, she suddenly remembered something, turned around, and said tentatively: "My identity, no one else should know except you, right?"

Mingkong shook his head: "There is one more person who knows." ”

Gu Zhirong's eyes were almost about to fall off, who else? What kind of person is that? What if he (she) threatens himself like this Mingkong in front of him in the future? Do you want to strike first, kill people, and cut down the grass and roots?

Mingkong finally laughed: "There is such a person who knows, but that person is not someone else, but your biological mother, Mrs. Su." ”

Mrs. Sue?

Gu Zhi froze in place. She couldn't have imagined that the person she wanted to hide the most with all her heart and soul was Mrs. Su. But what she didn't expect was that this Mrs. Su knew early on that she was not her daughter.