Yuan Mansion.

As soon as Song Yan and Jinggen came to Yuan's mansion, they were immediately warmly welcomed, especially the old man Yuan, who was already old, and he was simply overjoyed. After all, the Jinggen monk went home without prior notice, which was a surprise.

Jinggen's common name is Yuan Zhichan, who is the youngest son of the Yuan family in Qinning, and there are two sisters and an elder brother on it.

And his father, Old Man Yuan, is nearly eighty years old this year, and he was almost sixty years old when he gave birth to Jinggen.

The old man Yuan Cheng is not a martial artist, or ordinary martial arts, and he is in the north, so he is naturally obsessed with Buddhism when he is old, and even the name of his youngest son is set as "Zhichan".

But Yuan Zhichan has been frail and sick since he was a child, and later a traveling monk passed by and persuaded the old man to send him to the Great Guangming Temple for penance.

And now the Jinggen monk has finally entered the congenital, and he is more or less a master among the people, and it can barely be said that he has returned from his studies and returned to his hometown.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back!" Old man Yuan had gray hair, barely leaned on a cane, took his little son in his arms, and slapped his back vigorously.

I haven't seen him for seven years, of course the old man also knows the rules of the Great Light Temple, and he originally thought that he might not have a chance to see each other again before he entered the earth, but he didn't expect Jinggen to come back so soon.

And the pure root monk who was a yellow finch because of curiosity before, his eyes were red from crying at this time, and he just hugged his father and didn't speak.

"Don't cry, it's such a big person, don't let your friends see the joke. The old man patted him on the back again and said with a smile.

Monk Jinggen wiped his eyes and said, "Dad, this is my junior brother of Jingkong, we have a good relationship, he won't laugh at me." ”

Song Yan said with a smile: "Old man, my senior brother is right, I definitely don't laugh...... At most, find someone to draw a picture of crying and sobbing, and give it to him on his brother's birthday in the future. ”

"You kid......" Monk Jinggen suddenly couldn't even care about crying, and ran to him to settle accounts with him in anger.

While the two brothers were talking and laughing, a subordinate came to report: "Master, Master Du just sent someone over and wants to meet the master." ”

"Oh, it's just in time!" Old Man Yuan said happily, "It just so happens that Ah Chan will go home and accompany me to meet your Uncle Du, and if you go to Shangjing in the future, you will have a good response." ”

"Uncle Du, go to Beijing?"

"Du Tingsong in Beijing, I am an old friend with your father, and he is now the No. 3 catcher of Tianzi in the Six Doors Headquarters. This time I came to Qin Ning for a secret case, and it was inconvenient to act as an official, so I temporarily lived in our house. ”

Old Man Yuan said so, and Song Yan and Jinggen immediately glanced at each other, and saw the same meaning in each other's eyes - six doors again?

......

In the banquet hall of Yuan's mansion, Old Man Yuan invited Du Tingsong and his party to a banquet.

In addition to Jinggen, the old man also has a son and two daughters, but the eldest daughter goes out on a long trip, and the younger daughter and eldest son manage the business at home, and they do not stay in Yuan's Mansion during the day, so they have to be accompanied by Song Yan and Jinggen.

"Ah Chan, this is your Uncle Du, and these two are his deputies, Zhang Gongzi and Miss Zhou, they are both elites of the Six Doors, you have to be more close. Old Man Yuan was still in a good mood and introduced enthusiastically.

Monk Jinggen hurriedly stood up to serve tea, and said with some embarrassment: "In Xia Yuan Zhichan, who is still a lay disciple of Daguang Temple, today he will replace wine with tea, and I will pay tribute to Uncle Du and these two distinguished guests." ”

The three of them naturally got up and responded.

Du Tingsong is a middle-aged man with a kind face, his face is not as fierce as the usual fast catch, and he doesn't even look like a person in the six doors. As an elder, he only stood up slightly, while the other two introduced themselves.

"In Xia Zhang Feng, I also asked Xiao Yuan Gongzi and Master Clearance to give me a lot of advice. The young man in it was smiling, trying to be as amiable as he could, but there was always a bit of murder between his eyebrows, and he couldn't suppress it.

The woman next to her looked a little cold, and said reservedly: "Zhou Qingqing has seen the two. ”

Compared with Du Tingsong, these two people have the appearance of people in the six doors, which makes people feel that they are not easy to get close.

At the banquet, Song Yan and the two tacitly did not talk about Qi Mushi, and they didn't seem to have much interest in the six doors, just treating each other as ordinary guests.

After a luncheon, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves and ended successfully. Jinggen sent the three guests away, only to come back to join Song Yan and go to Jinggen's residence together.

And as soon as he returned to the place where no one was, Monk Jinggen could no longer hide it, and said worriedly: "Senior brother, you should also see it, right? Uncle Du's two assistants...... It was the two men in the morning. ”

Yes, in the morning, Song Yan and Monk Jinggen saw it clearly, after Qi Mushi followed the disciples of the Xianyin Sect into the bungalow, the men and women who went in later were Zhang Feng and Zhou Qingqing in the Yuan Mansion!

And Song Yan just nodded slightly, at that time they were far away, and Jinggen had to look at the luncheon a few more times to confirm it, but Song Yan actually recognized the two of them when he saw them.

"The two of them may have gone to chase the Immortal Yin Sect, or they may have ...... It was for Qi Mushi. ”

Monk Jinggen is just a little wooden, but after all, he has been crawling alone in the Luohan Hall since he was fourteen years old, he is not really a fool, seeing Qi Mushi leave in a hurry at the end, he realized that things are not so simple.

Jinggen sighed and said: "If it's just a misunderstanding, it's okay, I'm afraid that Miss Qi will be framed, and the demon sect demons are scheming, so you can't guard against it." ”

Song Yan couldn't help laughing and said, "How can Senior Brother conclude that Qi Mushi is not really colluding with the Demon Sect?"

These words made Monk Jinggen slightly stunned, but he immediately shook his head firmly: "Miss Qi is not that kind of person...... Senior brother, I have always been very accurate in my view of people, as if I have always felt that you are actually a good person, junior brother. ”

"Then you might as well think I'm a handsome person. ”

“......”

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Song Yan stayed in Yuan's Mansion temporarily, but the two waited until the evening, and did not wait for any news from Qi Mushi, which seemed to indicate one more thing - Qi Mushi was in a lot of trouble.

In the evening, the eldest brother and third sister of the Jinggen monk returned to the Yuan Mansion, and when they saw the younger brother, they naturally cried again.

The Yuan family's tutoring is quite good, perhaps it is also related to the old man's education method, several children perform their own duties, and almost never heard of any trouble.

At the family banquet in Yuan's mansion in the evening, the old man originally wanted to invite Du Tingsong and the three of them to come, but he was told by his subordinates that the three of them had gone out in the afternoon and had not returned yet, so he had to give up.

After the family banquet, Jinggen wanted to stay and reunite with his family, and Song Yan returned to the wing room alone to rest.

Under the moonlight, Song Yan stood alone by the window, holding a pen in his right hand and sketching something on the paper, and only stopped unhurriedly after a while.

If the Jinggen Monk was here, he would be greatly surprised to see the pattern outlined on the paper, because this was clearly the pattern outside the city gate in the morning, the secret mark of the Xianyin Sect.

"There are no spiritual blessings, and there are no mysterious forces to block them, this kind of imprint that anyone can leave behind...... Scold. Song Yan casually pressed his hand on the table, and the pure internal force poured out, and the paper instantly shattered and scattered.

"If the Xianyin Sect really used this kind of thing as a password, it would have been served a long time ago. ”

The powder drifted in the wind, and the second sheet of rice paper stacked underneath was undamaged.