When he got up in the morning, Wuyin didn't want to open his eyes at all, he felt a little pain in his head as soon as he moved, and Meow Meow jumped on the bed, pulling the quilt with his little paws.

"Wake up, lazy pig, get up." Meow Meow couldn't pull the quilt off for a long time, and every time she just pulled it down, it would be pulled back silently.

Meow Meow lay on the bed weakly and called softly: "Little Yinzi, get up, get up." ”

"Don't, don't." Silently covered his head with the quilt and muttered in reply.

Last night, he read the book and saw it late, and he couldn't help but continue to read it if he didn't read it after reading this paragraph, and he dragged it out again and again, and he didn't finish it until it was dark. At that time, looking at the sky, he immediately lay down and wanted to fall asleep, but because he was very excited after watching it for a long time, he couldn't fall asleep for a while. It took a long time for him to fall asleep, and he couldn't get up this morning.

Because Meow Meow woke up without a sound, he couldn't sleep if he wanted to continue sleeping, so he had to drag his sour body to wash up.

He looked at himself reflected in the basin, his eyes drooped a little bit of energy, he reviewed himself deeply, he must not stay up late to read in the future, and he must rest early.

After washing and eating, Wuyin felt that his spirit was back, he would not go to Shaolin today, so he planned to walk around the streets around here, his son wanted to eat local specialties, how to know what to eat if he didn't look for it.

Smiling and looking at things on the street, the vendors are very enthusiastic, asking what they need? What do you like?

Faced with the enthusiasm of the vendors, Silent stopped to look at their wares, anyway, there was nothing to do today, and he didn't mind spending this time. Just as he was looking at it, someone rode behind him, and a faint scent of sandalwood wafted into his nose. In an instant, he turned to look at the sound of horses' hooves, and it was really flowerless, but in that direction?

This is the direction to go to the official road leaving Putian, where is Wuhua going?

Wuyin put down the items in his hand and walked a few steps towards the road, then he stopped, it is not possible to catch up now, this time I came to find out if Wuhua has something to do with Tianfeng Shishilang, how can I leave? Let's go to Shaolin first and ask for clarification.

Now he didn't have the heart to continue shopping, so he immediately set off to Putian Shaolin.

As soon as I entered Shaolin, I felt a sense of solemnity when I saw the ancient temple, and I was silent and I lost the thought of sneaking into the temple and walked in slowly instead.

Walking on the road, Wuyin saw a lot of monks running in an orderly manner with the pointed buckets below, and not a drop of water in the buckets fell outside, and he appreciated in his heart that the foundation of Shaolin monks is really solid.

"Donor, you're here." From a distance, a monk quickly ran over, looking delighted.

Silent said loudly: "It turns out that you are calling me." ”

From the speed and footsteps that came to him in the moment just now, Wuyin once again praised Shaolin's teachings are really good.

The two walked together without a sound in front and behind. Wuxiang introduced these Shaolin buildings to Wuyin, and suddenly Wuxiang asked, "Didn't the donor say that he would come in a few days?" ”

"Because I want to come, I come."

"The donor is really at ease." Wu Xiang likes people like this, they can do what they want without being inhibited.

Wuyin chuckled: "I don't know who the little master's respected master is?" ”

"The little monk's master is the abbot." Speaking of Master, Wuxiang is unusually respectful, and I think he likes his master very much.

can make his apprentice so respectful, this abbot master, that is, Master Tianfeng, is worthy of his real name, and he must be a good abbot and a good master.

Wuyin said happily: "This time I came to Shaolin to visit Master Tianfeng, since the little master is a senior disciple of Master Tianfeng, I have a reluctant invitation below." ”

"Donor, please."

Wuyin coughed lightly and said a little embarrassedly: "Please also ask the little master to introduce me, I know it's really abrupt." ”

Wuxiang smiled and nodded: "It's simple, it's just that I can talk to the master about it, but it's not clear whether the master is willing or not." ”

"It's okay, thank you, little master."

Wuxiang shook his head lightly: "The donor has helped the little monk, of course the little monk has to repay the donor, as the so-called grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by the spring." ”

With Wuxiang's help, Wuyin quickly arrived at Master Tianfeng's residence, Master Tianfeng's residence was very quiet, Wuyin took a deep breath, and his mood was very comfortable.

Wuzhi said to Wuyin: "The little monk went in first to talk to the master, don't worry." ”

Wuyin raised his hand slightly: "No hurry, no hurry." ”

After Wuxiang entered, Wuyin was outside the door enjoying the beautiful scenery around him, he closed his eyes and felt and listened, and the whole person was intoxicated into this quiet environment. For years, he had been in a noisy environment, and he had not felt so quiet for a long time.

"Donor, please come in." A deep and peaceful voice came from inside the house, and it must have been Master Tianfeng.

Now that he had agreed, Wuyin straightened his clothes a little and walked in with a pace, and when he entered, he saw a kind-faced master sitting cross-legged on the futon. Wuyin immediately folded his hands and bowed slightly: "Master Tianfeng, the junior is polite." ”

"No need to be polite, please take a seat." Master Tianfeng raised his hand and pointed to the futon on the side.

Wuxiang saluted left and right, retreated, closed the door, and left the space to Master Tianfeng and Wuyin.

Wuyin also sat cross-legged, and Master Tianfeng looked at Wuyin carefully: "Sure enough, the hero is a young man." ”

"The master is too complimentary." Silent said with a smile.

"I don't know what the donor is looking for a poor monk?" Master Tianfeng asked directly to the point, he didn't believe that this young man was just trying to take a look at him, an old man.

Master Tianfeng was so refreshing, and his silent face was a lot more stern: "Master, I have something I want to ask you about a few years ago. ”

As soon as the words fell, Master Tianfeng's expression changed and he said lightly: "Donor, please go back." ”

Wuyin removed the disguise on his face and said: "Since I came to ask for something, I will naturally see each other with my true face, and I will not hide it from the master, I am the deputy director of the beggar gang Wuyin." ”

"It turned out to be a member of the beggar gang, alas, the poor monk met your brother a few years ago." Master Tianfeng looked a lot older in an instant, and that incident had pressed on his heart for too long.

Wuyin continued: "Master doesn't have to rush to reject me, this matter is very important, my current son is the orphan of Tianfeng Shishiro, I love him very much, and I don't want him to be hurt in any way." ”

Master Tianfeng sighed and said: "Although the poor monks have no children, many of the disciples of Shaolin have grown up under the watch, and the poor monks can understand the donor's love for the children." ”

With another sigh, Master Tianfeng spoke: "Donor, do you want to ask about Wuhua?" ”

"Yes." Seeing Master Tianfeng's reaction like this, Wuyin was almost certain of the brotherly relationship between Wuhua and Nangong Ling.

Master Tianfeng told about the incident many years ago, and Tianfeng Shishilang came to him to challenge, but as the abbot of Shaolin, he categorically did not accept it, so he refused. However, Tianfeng Shishilang did not give up, and then entered the Burning Scripture Pavilion, and Master Tianfeng was forced to agree to the matter, but he could only do it with three palms.

The first two palms can be described as chess opponents, but the last palm of the day Feng Shishilang did not dodge and took it alive, Master Tianfeng was very shocked, and immediately took him to heal, but when he took the medicine, Tianfeng Shishilang left a letter and left. Master Tianfeng found Wuhua based on that letter and took in the child, who he had been taking care of all these years.

"That's true." Wuyin couldn't help but fall into deep thought, why did Tianfeng Shishilang directly accept that palm and then rush to challenge his brother without stopping, isn't this looking for death? And why do you have to entrust two children to different places, one Shaolin and one beggar, wouldn't it be good to entrust them directly to one person?

These actions all made Wuyin strange.

Wuhua is really the child of Tianfeng Shishilang, so he can be sure that the instigator behind the incident in Quanzhou is Wuhua, how can there be so many coincidences, but it is just done by man.

It's not good, Wuyin got up suddenly, and he immediately said to Master Tianfeng: "Master, I have something urgent, leave first, Master, you must be careful of your own safety, Wuhua has collusion with Dongying people." ”

He didn't know if Master Tianfeng would believe it, but he still had to say that Wuhua was scheming and deeply hidden, and Master Tianfeng still loved Wuhua a disciple, and he didn't want Wuhua to use the master's psychology to cause harm to the master.

Looking at the back of Wuyin leaving in a hurry, Master Tianfeng shook his head and sighed at the burning incense burner: "Wuhua, alas. ”

Master Tianfeng is highly respected and looks at people very accurately, he watched Wuhua grow up, how could he not know what Wuhua did? It's just a matter of turning a blind eye. He didn't want Wuhua to take a detour, so he kept giving Wuhua a chance, alas, but unfortunately Wuhua disappointed Master Tianfeng.

In the matter of Quanzhou, Master Tianfeng just wanted Wuhua to break off with those Dongying people and return to the right path. Wuhua came back to explain the matter, those made Master Tianfeng even more chilling, those Dongying people were afraid that they would all die in the hands of Wuhua.

A man who can even take his own teammates lightly, is it right or wrong for him to let him go before?

The silent sigh had been surrounding Master Tianfeng, making him unable to calm down, he still hoped that Wuhua could recognize his mistake and put down the butcher knife.