Our great, the supreme ruler of the feudal empire, Uncle Zhao, looked at this box, the piles of gold and silver treasures, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't know whether he was angry or excited.

"Uncle Zhao must be thinking in his heart now, he has made a fortune, he has become rich. Pick up so much gold and silver treasure for nothing. This year's harvest in my little coffers. It just so happens that the treasury does not have much money, and the New Year is coming soon, and this year the ministers will also be given some bonuses. ”

Wang Lang thought maliciously in his heart. Uncle Zhao turned around after a while and said to the abbot, who couldn't stand still

"Abbot, do you want to give me an explanation for these things?"

The old abbot knelt down in front of Uncle Zhao and said

"Your Majesty Mingjian, these things are all left by the senior brother of the poor monk, and my senior brother wandered away ten years ago and disappeared. When the poor monk's brother left, he told me to take strict care of these things. Your Majesty, the poor monk is wronged. ”

The old abbot told his grievances with a handful of snot and tears, and directly imposed all the charges on his senior brother who had disappeared. At this moment, a small novice suddenly came out of the crowd and stared at the abbot who was kneeling on the ground and said

"You're lying, my master wouldn't do that."

Originally, the guards of the forbidden army were going to stop this little novice, Uncle Zhao waved his hand and said

"Who are you? Who is your master? ”

The little novice knelt on the ground and said

"Back to Your Majesty, my master is the previous abbot."

Uncle Zhao asked curiously

"Your master went to Yunyou, why didn't you follow your master and stay in Jinchan Temple?"

Little Shami said crying

"Master, he didn't go to Yunyou at all, it was ten years ago that Master suddenly came to me and said, let me stay in Jinchan Temple to keep me safe, don't try to find him, otherwise it will bring danger to me. The next day, Master disappeared. ”

Uncle Zhao raised his eyebrows and said

"And who is the abbot now?"

The little novice replied

"The current abbot is my uncle who supervises the temple. Since the day after Master's disappearance, Uncle Shi has become the abbot. ”

Uncle Zhao nodded and asked

"Then do you know where your master is? Have you ever tried to find it? ”

Xiao Shami nodded and said

"Of course I searched for it, but I didn't find it, but I once saw my uncle enter the room with a lunch box. I've seen it many times since then. And every once in a while, a man in black comes to find Uncle Shi. God mysterious. ”

The abbot who was kneeling on the ground became whiter the more he listened, and the more he listened, the more cold sweat he had. After the little novice finished speaking, the abbot's kneeling body on the ground began to tremble unconsciously. Wang Lang kept looking at the abbot, for fear that the abbot would suddenly burst out and hurt this little novice. But to Wang Lang's surprise, the old abbot didn't hurt the little novice, but just knelt there and said with tears in his eyes

"Your Majesty, please don't listen to the slanderous rumors of shameless villains. The poor monk is ashamed to have such a disciple, and the poor monk hates to send him to the eighteenth layer of hell, poor monk, poor monk."

Uncle Zhao interrupted the abbot's words with a wave of his hand and said

"Whether what this little monk said is true or not, go to your meditation room and see. Wang Lang, take your people to the abbot's meditation room to have a look. ”

Wang Lang took the order. Little monk, lead the way. Let's see if your master is really in there. ”

After speaking, Wang Lang took the old man Li to the abbot's meditation room under the leadership of Xiao Shami, Wang Lang pushed the door in, the inside was very simple, a hall, a bedroom, there was only a low couch and a low table in the hall, and there was a set of tea sets on the low table. Wang Lang and Old Man Li were in the hall, and the little monk ran to the bedroom.

After turning around the hall, Old Man Li's eyes were fixed on the tea set, and then slowly walked over. Wang Lang found Old Man Li walking towards the low couch and asked curiously

"Elder Li, have you found anything?"

Old man Li said hehehe

"Dutong, look at that tea tray, isn't it smooth."

Wang Lang said

"yes, what's wrong with that?"

Old man Li said with a smile

"My lord, you drink tea with a cup and play with a cup, have you ever seen someone who plays with a tea tray?"

Wang Lang suddenly said in his heart

"Yes, only those who have sick brains play with plates."

So Old Man Li stretched out his hand to turn the tea tray, and sure enough, the tea tray clicked and turned, but the hall did not change. Old man Li frowned and said to himself

"It doesn't make sense, is there something wrong?"

In the bedroom, the little novice screamed, Wang Lang and Old Man Li looked at each other and hurriedly ran in. only to find a large hole in the bed in the bedroom. The little novice was sitting on the ground, at a loss. Wang Lang and Old Man Li glanced at each other, and they both saw joy in each other's eyes. Wang Lang and Old Man Li still admired the people who designed this mechanism. couldn't help but make Wang Lang think in his heart

"This is the earliest anti-theft technology in ancient times, there is something new, I like it."

Old man Li opened the fire fold and walked in front, Wang Lang and Xiao Shami walked behind, and walked more than a dozen steps to the bottom. Wang Lang observed the environment here, this is simply an underground cell. Although after a cell door. I don't know who is being held here. Old man Li walked to the door and kicked the door open heavily, only to see an old monk with only skin and bones left. His feet were chained. The hesitation has been at the bottom for a long time, and both eyes have been blinded. If it weren't for the fact that the old monk was still panting, Wang Lang estimated that he would treat the old monk as a dead corpse.

Xiao Shami, who was originally behind Wang Lang, shouted sadly

"Master."

Hurriedly ran over.

The old monk raised his head slightly and said in a very small voice

"Is it to quit hating?"

Little Shami said crying

"It's me, it's me, Master. I'm here to save you. ”

Wang Lang didn't say a word, cut off the chain, carefully picked up the old monk and walked outside.

On the hall of the Great Majesty, the old abbot stood there uneasily. Our beloved Uncle Zhao sat in a chair. Leisurely drinking tea. Wang Lang walked into the Daxiong Hall with the old monk in his arms. The monks looked at the old monk in Wang Lang's arms in astonishment, and soon some people recognized the old monk in Wang Lang's arms as the previous abbot, Master Renzhi. The old abbot looked at the old monk who was picked up,

"You, you"

None of the people paid attention to the abbot, and Wang Lang slowly put the old monk on the soft couch. Because Wang Lang knew that this old monk could no longer withstand the toss.

Wang Lang looked at the old abbot with a smile and said

"Abbot, if I were you, I would say, when I saw this old monk, I was stunned~than~"

Although everyone didn't know what Wang Lang meant, the tone and tone of Wang Lang's speech made people laugh. Zhao Jian ran to Wang Lang's side and asked in a whisper

"Wei Fang, what is confused?"

Wang Lang said

"Did you see the old abbot? Twitching of hands and feet, incoherent speech, blank mind, and do you have a tendency to strip? That's a sign of insanity. ”

Zhao Jian looked at the old abbot and looked really right. Stretched out his thumb to Wang Lang and said

"Brother Weifang, you have culture. It's much stronger than my boss. ”