"Something?"

Ye Qiuyang frowned, didn't say anything, and walked into Kuzhu's meditation room under the guidance of the little monk.

As soon as you enter the door, there is a smell of sandalwood coming to your face, which makes people feel very comfortable.

The old monk Kuzhu, who was sitting on the futon at this time and closed his eyes to recuperate, slowly opened his eyes after hearing the movement.

"Donor, you're here."

Ye Qiuyang sat on the chair with a big grin, grabbed the purple sand teapot with his hand, poured it into his mouth, and said,

"Your little apprentice said you were looking for me, is there anything wrong?"

Kuzhu said, "Old man, there is indeed something to ask for. ”

Ye Qiuyang put down the teapot,

"Didn't the old woman die, what else did you do?"

Kuzhu was stunned for a moment, and said,

"The old man wants to invite the donor, and when he leaves, he will take Li Jiajia away and send him to ......."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ye Qiuyang,

"Stop! I don't send it! ”

"Why did you let me send it, why didn't you send it yourself, I don't care about this idle matter."

In his heart, he wondered why this old monk had arms and legs, so why did he want to help himself.

Bitter bamboo smiled bitterly,

"Then donor, how can you accede to the old man's request?"

Ye Qiuyang pursed his lips and said very casually,

"Unless you're dead."

He didn't mean anything bad when he said this, he just wanted to refuse the old monk's request.

Kuzhu didn't get angry when he heard this, he just smiled, "Is this true?" ”

"Seriously!" Ye Qiuyang nodded heavily, "If it's cold, I'll send it to you, and it's no problem to send it anywhere!" ”

"I've always been talkative!"

"Haha~"

Kuzhu smiled, reached out and slowly lifted the robe on his chest.

"Hold the grass," Ye Qiuyang was startled, "Old man, what are you going to do, don't mess around!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes froze, and he saw that Kuzhu's chest was jet black, almost like coal, and if he looked closely, he could also find that there were many purple wounds the size of pinholes on it.

Ye Qiuyang said,

"You...... Are you poisoned? ”

He scratched his head, and suddenly remembered that Kuzhu had been injured by the old woman's secret weapon, and these wounds were most likely caused by silver needles.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but scold,

"This old woman, she is still poisoning the secret weapon, so sinister, it's really not a pity to die, I would have whipped the corpse if I knew it!"

Kuzhu put on his robe, coughed twice, and said,

"Donor, you just said that as long as the old man dies in Huangquan, you will help him."

"Now you have also seen that I have a poison in my body, and in seven days at most, I will die of poison."

"I hope the donor will keep his promise!"

Ye Qiuyang was completely speechless, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

After a while, he waved his hand,

"Okay, okay, if I plant it, I'll help you send that little girl."

"But I want to ask, this poison in your body can be forced out with spiritual power before it penetrates into the bloodline at the beginning, why don't you heal your injuries and choose to wait for death?"

Kuzhu's eyes are complicated, and his heart is even more mixed.

"Amitabha, the old man is guilty, forty years ago, after all, I indirectly killed my sister and lover and ruined her life."

"Although I have traveled on foot for 30 years to atone for my sins, in fact, in my heart, I still can't let go of my ......"

"Now that I have been poisoned, it can be regarded as the Buddha giving me a chance to repay, so why do I need to unravel it?"

Ye Qiuyang rubbed the teapot in his hand, he really couldn't understand the old monk's thoughts, so he simply stopped thinking about it, and asked again,

"Then why did you send that little girl away?"

"I don't think you're in this temple very good, even if you are in the ground, isn't the temple still there?"

Kuzhu shook his head slightly, and said in a deep voice,

"More than ten years ago, when I last traveled, I came to a mountain village."

"This village has become a deserted village due to the spread of infectious diseases and the lack of medical equipment."

"Li Jiajia, who was only one year old at the time, was the only survivor."

"When the old man saw that she was pitiful, he took back his apprentice and raised him."

"Now, ten years have passed......"

He paused, and continued,

"Jia Jiahui has very deep roots, if someone guides her, she will definitely be able to achieve Dharma in the future, so I can't leave her here, but find a good place for her."

After hearing this, Ye Qiuyang was stunned, he didn't expect that little girl's life experience was quite similar to him.

Wasn't he just taken away by his master since he was a child and practiced on the mountain for more than ten years?

Ye Qiuyang poured another sip of tea and said,

"Be specific, where do you want me to send her?"

Kuzhu said,

"In Lingquan Temple and Fayu Nunnery, there is a Mingzhu Shitai, and she is also my junior sister back then."

"Mingzhu is now successful in Buddhism, and I can rest assured that I will hand over Jiajia to her."

As he spoke, he took out a letter from his sleeve,

"Donor, when you get to Lingquan Temple, you give this handwritten letter to Mingzhu, and she will take Jiajia in."

Ye Qiuyang took the letter and stuffed it into his arms,

"How do you explain to the little girl? Tell her you're going to get cold and let her come with us? ”

Kuzhu said lightly, "This doesn't have to worry about the donor, the old man has his own way." ”

"Okay!"

Ye Qiuyang stood up, "Then the matter is settled, I'll go back to sleep if there's nothing else, bye!" ”

"Donor walks slowly."

When Ye Qiuyang was leaving, he also picked up the teapot and drank all the way back to the room.

At this moment, Fat Chen was already asleep and snoring.

Ye Qiuyang, as usual, casually spread a blanket on the ground, and then pushed Chen Fatzi down and occupied the bed by himself.

When I woke up, it was already dawn.

At breakfast, Ye Qiuyang told the fat man and Qingxue about Li Jiajia.

When they set off, they saw the old monk Kuzhu and personally sent Li Jiajia, the little girl, to the foot of the mountain.

Ye Qiuyang threw his backpack into the car,

"Little girl, don't be stunned, hurry up and get in the car, we still have to hurry."

Li Jiajia was not sad at all, jumping up and down the jeep, obviously, she did not know that her master would die in a few days.

Looking at Kuzhu's calm appearance from beginning to end, Ye Qiuyang sighed,

"Although this old monk's mana is not very good, he can calmly face life and death parting, this state of mind is indeed not comparable to ordinary people."

After everyone said goodbye to each other, they started the car and officially set off to continue their journey.

After driving for a few more hours, the off-road vehicle crossed into the boundary of Wunan City.

Halfway through, Chen Fatzi received a phone call saying that he had some task, so he separated from Ye Qiuyang and them.

Only Ye Qiuyang, Murong Qingxue, and Li Jiajia were left in the car.

Along the way, it was tiring, needless to say.

It is worth mentioning that Ye Qiuyang groped and learned to drive, but he drove without a license......

I don't know how long it took, but they finally drove back to Jiangdong City after a long absence.

(End of chapter)