Running five hundred meters away in one go, Wan Jin saw that there was no one chasing him, so he looked around and saw a barber shop among the many shops on both sides of the street, so he walked in involuntarily. The barber www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" Pavilion was a fashionable girl and beckoned Wan Jin to sit down. There was a bald man in the seat, Wan Jin didn't care, and after a while, the barber called Wan Jin over, Wan Jin politely turned his head and said, "Let him do it first." ”

"Do you think I need a haircut?" The bald head asked rhetorically.

"Oh, you've got it done." Wan Jin said absentmindedly.

"Do you think I need to take care of it?" The bald head said again.

Only then did Wan Jin see that he was a monk.

"Well, I'm sorry! Then you're sitting here, I thought—" Wan Jin said embarrassedly.

"I'm sitting here just to watch you get a haircut!" The bald head said seriously.

Wan Jin came to his senses and felt that he and his bald head were a little abnormal. Do you need a haircut? Are you still in the mood for a haircut at this time?

"I'm sorry, I didn't come in somehow, I don't get a haircut, I don't get a haircut." Wan Jin stood up and walked out as he spoke.

"You have to get a haircut! It has to be sorted out! Go over there. The bald head said solemnly, with a warning in his eyes. Wan Jin was puzzled, thinking that this monk was really a little nervous. Whatever, I'm not in the mood to watch his jokes at this time, it's still important to run for my life, but if I escape like this, what should Song Yu do? Song Yu: How is she now? Is it dangerous? From her words and eyes, it was completely clear that he had to run for his life quickly, and those guys must be the overbearing snakes who could not be provoked by anyone.

"Boy, get a haircut. I was in the hotel just now and saw everything that was happening. I'm right after you, but one step before you get into the barbershop. A haircut makes it easy to protect yourself. Quick, give him a quick answer. The monk pressed the undecided Wanjin on the swivel chair and urged the barber.

The barber looked at their expressions in amazement and was amused. In five minutes, Wan Jin's hair was cut into a bald head at the monk's signal.

The barber's cell phone rang, and she answered the phone, her expression suddenly becoming nervous, surprised, and nasty.

"Let's go!" The monk picked up Wanjin and was about to leave.

"You don't want to get out of me!" The barber roared angrily and jumped to the door to block his way.

The monk understood everything, let's talk less nonsense, so I had to take the road. I didn't expect this female barber to know martial arts, so she fought with them. Wanjin doesn't have any martial arts, but he has a little qigong, he can be beaten, but he can't hit the other party without moves, and he still gets a few punches when he dodges left and right. The monk has martial arts, and he knocked the other party to the ground in a few moves: "Don't be reckless, I will be merciful to your subordinates, don't stop us again." ”

As soon as the two walked out of the barbershop, a group of people chased after them. Wan Jin was in a hurry to throw the electric baton in the barber shop, the security guard clothes he was wearing were targeted by them, the monk did his best to resolve the siege, beat more than a dozen people down, pulled up Wan Jin to take advantage of the situation to rush out of the crowd of onlookers, ran to a passing bus, and escaped.

"When you get off the bus for a while, you take off your shirt, take the bus to the train station, buy a ticket to Zhenzhou, and go to the Shaolin Temple to learn art. Let's go our separate ways. Be careful on the road. Don't ask anything, we'll meet again later. The monk whispered to Wan Jindao.

Then don't ask anything, what is his name? The monks do not ask for their names. See you soon.

The train station was crowded, and Wan Jin lay in the middle of the crowd and fell asleep unconsciously. He was so tired. In his sleep, he dreamed of Song Yu, Song Yu was covered with bruises, and reluctantly said to Wan Jin: "Wan Jin, I'm going to Yuanshan, don't be!" Don't! If there is fate, we will see you again in the next life! Take care! ”

Wan Jin was awakened, could it be that Song Yu had already been killed? No, it won't! No, it won't! She is so kind, she will be rewarded in the future! What did she say about going to Maruyama? Maruyama, isn't that my hometown? How did she know, how could she go to Maruyama?

Hometown, hometown, my hometown! My mom and dad! My White Lotus! How are they now? They must be worrying about me and suffering for me. I'm so sorry for them! White Lotus, in this life and this life, I don't know if I can see you again, you don't have to suffer for me anymore, you should remarry and find a new life. White Lotus, do you hear my prayers? I hope you are happy, I hope you are happy!

Wan Jin was in great pain at this time, his conscience was carrying a heavy cross, he could neither save those who loved him, nor could he save himself, like a lost dog, not knowing where to go.

The ticket hall only sells tickets to Zhenzhou, and you can only go to Shaolin Temple if you go to Zhenzhou. Fortunately, it was summer, and if it was winter, he would be easily spotted by others with his shirtless shirts. The world is so big that there is no place for him. When will I be able to settle down in Tibet?

And there is not much money on my body, I went to Zhenzhou, how can I have the money to buy a ticket to Dengfeng, and I am afraid that I can't even eat for a few days, what should I do? The monk asked him to go to Shaolin Temple to learn art, where did he get the tuition? Only when you are a lay disciple, do people want it? If not, is it home? Yes, just become a monk. Is that monk a Shaolin Temple monk? Maybe; If so, maybe everything will be easier.