The fog on the mountain is slowly lifting, and the number of pilgrims going up the mountain is gradually increasing.

Under the frightened gaze of passers-by, Abbot Wuyou followed the officers and soldiers to the foot of the mountain.

Wei Fudu, who came one step late, looked at the two carriages accompanying him, and took the initiative to speak: "Master Wuyou, you can sit in my car, please!" ”

"Amitabha, thank you, Lord Wei." The abbot was relieved, and did not refuse, and got into the carriage first.

There is still more than an hour's drive to Jinjia City, if he is allowed to walk into the city by an old monk of the age of Huajia, it is estimated that he will not be able to see the gate of Yudu City in the evening.

Although Prime Minister Li Cheng was angry in his heart, he was not good at saying anything in front of everyone.

"Lord Li has worked hard, I will escort him back to the cell, do you want to go with Master Li?" Wei Fudu walked up to Prime Minister Li Cheng and asked in a loud voice.

Prime Minister Li Cheng looked at him complicatedly, and only said: "Lord Wei has to interrogate the whereabouts of the painting!" This old monk is also happy enough, he doesn't ask and just leave, they recite so many scriptures all day long, it's really stupid to read their brains! I thought that the monks of the temple were the best at fooling people, otherwise where would I get so much incense money? ”

When Wei Fudu heard this, he only lowered his eyes and smiled, hiding the suspicion in his eyes.

"Then don't leave it at that, Master Li." Wei Xiangdu bowed his hand slightly, then turned around and got into the car.

"Well, farewell." Prime Minister Li naturally didn't notice that something was wrong with the man, and turned to leave.

Wei Fudu is slightly taller and fatter, his complexion is dark, and his eyes are narrowed into a thin slit all the year round, only the ingot's mouth is smiling, which is a little attractive.

He laughs with a sense of ease and kindness, but he is used to squinting at others.

It's as if a cheetah is examining its caged prey.

In the carriage, Wei Fudu and the abbot were silent for a long time.

Between the two exhaling, there was only the faint sound of the rosary rubbing against the fingertips.

It is the abbot of Wuyou who is silently chanting the scriptures.

After the carriage had traveled a certain distance, Wei Fudu lifted the curtain and glanced at the carriage of the Li Mansion that had already traveled far away, and then sighed lightly.

"Master Wuyou is worthy of being a person in Buddhism, and his mind and belly are also very comparable."

With his thumb flicking a bead printed with a Buddhist mantra, Wuyou slowly opened his clear eyes.

"Amitabha."

Wei Fudu sighed and said, "Prime Minister Li humiliated you so much just now, don't you hate him?" After all, you have saved the Li family from their sins. ”

Wuyou's face was calm, and his tone was gentle: "Those who don't know are not guilty, how can the poor monk blame Master Li." ”

"It seems, Master, do you know who's going to arrest you?" Wei Fudu squinted his eyes and asked with a smile.

Abbot Wuyou also smiled faintly, and then closed his eyes and gently twisted the Buddha beads.

Seeing the old man like this, Wei Fudu no longer bothered him.

It wasn't until the carriage entered Jinjia City that Wei Fudu lifted the curtain and ordered, "Go home." ”

"My lord, didn't you go to Jing Zhaoyin's cell?" The officer and soldier asked in confusion.

Wei Fudu's face sank, and he said loudly: "Am I an adult or are you an adult, are you teaching me to do things?" ”

"The subordinates don't dare." The officers and men clenched their fists, and then ordered the coachman to go south, and he led his men in the opposite direction.

Hearing that Wei Fudu arranged this way, Abbot Wuyou was not surprised, if it weren't for the movement of the beads in his hand, others would have thought he was asleep.

The carriage stopped at the back gate of the Wei Mansion, and with the help of the doorman, the abbot got out of the carriage.

"You clean up the house of Qingfeng Hall, and the master will live there." After ordering the housekeeper behind him, Wei Fudu bowed to the abbot again.

"You can live here with peace of mind first, I still have important things to do today, so I will not accompany you, and I will definitely have a good chess game with you another day."

"Amitabha." The abbot folded his hands and asked the guess that had been held in his heart along the way, "The poor monk wants to ask Lord Wei a question, but Lord Qi asked you to arrange it like this?" ”

Wei Fudu was slightly stunned, then shook his head and laughed.

"Hahaha, the abbot is resourceful, but there are times when he guesses wrong."

Wu You lowered his eyes, and said softly: "The poor monk is just curious, who else can ask you to make this arrangement besides Lord Qi?" ”

Wei Fudu held his stomach up, put away his laughter and shook his head slightly.

"Thou shalt not speak, thou shalt not speak."

"Amitabha."

After Wei Fudu walked a few steps, he suddenly turned around as if he thought of something, and said: "Master Wuyou, since you mentioned Qi Liangzheng, I will say more, he is now confined by the emperor, and he can only hide in Qi's mansion without leaving home, so you can't see him." ”

Wu You's eyes were slightly disappointed, and then he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Wei Fudu in surprise.

Seeing that the old monk understood his hints, Wei Fudu nodded faintly, got into the carriage again, and rushed to Jing Zhaoyin.

"Amitabha, alas." The old man paused for a moment, his sigh swept away in the wind.

As if, never before.

Jing Zhaoyin rushed to the Admiralty Temple to arrest people with great fanfare, but quietly sent people to the Wei Mansion.

It's okay for Wei Fudu to hide it from others, but if he wants to hide it from Prime Minister Li Cheng, who lost the painting, he has to plan carefully.

In the past few days, we can only refuse some reasons why people are being detained alone and inconvenient to see during interrogation.

For a certain person, strive for the opportunity to meet.

……

At the same time, the Ying Weaving Chu people who were isolated on the island did not know about these changes in Jinjia City.

As the days turn to late October, the cold wind is getting heavier and heavier, and only in the short hours of noon can you feel the warmth of the bright light in the wild.

A blue lake, on both sides are high mountain walls, stealing a bamboo forest, look closely, two figures sitting on the shore of the lake.

The little beggar's white brocade robe was washed and white, and the placket was also slightly layered.

He held his chin and admired the woman's wrong way of fishing.

There is only one thought in my heart: How long will I have to follow her here to eat fish?

Frowning at the sun, he felt disappointed.

If it weren't for this unseasonable scorching sun, the atmosphere of this solitary tryst between the two would be really good.

But he hated sunbathing since he was a child, just as he hated that his identity would never see the light of day.

Ying Zhichu was wearing a light blue thread orchid dress, holding a long fishing rod, and looking at the lake with cold eyes.

After a cup of tea, she changed her hand and took the fishing rod.

Seeing this, the little beggar frowned even deeper.

Three days had passed since the woman fell into a coma and woke up, but she had never spoken as if she had been mute.

Xiao Qi was born tired of women, and when he grew up, he felt that women were all troubles, and when he thought that he was in his hometown, he could go around women for two zhang, and he had to retreat to five zhang away.

If it weren't for acting, and he was worried that this woman wouldn't want to jump into the lake, he really didn't want to bask in this hateful sun hungry.

"Sister, I'm hungry." The young man covered his belly with his hands and said coquettishly.

The corners of Ying Zhichu's mouth moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

Seeing that this method did not work, the little beggar picked up a few stones and threw them at the water, and the splash immediately jumped mischievously on the hem of the woman's skirt.

Ying Zhichu stared blankly at the water-stained skirt, frowning slightly.

When she was stunned, the little beggar snatched the fishing rod from her hand, and without looking at it, she only pierced the thin rod into the lake with her ear power, and urged the internal force in her hand, and the speed was extremely fast.

Under the stunned gaze of the girl, the young man held up the bamboo pole inserted in the fat fish, showing off proudly.

"Sister, I'm amazing, right?"

In order to hide his strength, Xiao Qi habitually began to pretend to be stupid again.

Ying Zhichu looked at the surface of the lake with slight ripples, and kindly endured it, but he couldn't hold back: "What are you doing when you stab it to death, I just want to feed a fish." ”