The voice on the other side of the phone was a little familiar, and I was stunned for a while before I came back to my senses, and it turned out to be a cloth bag monk!

It's only been two days since they came back, and He Yunchang and the Budai monk have come to the door, and it seems that they can't wait anymore!

Before I could ask anything, the phone hung up, I frowned, reached out and took out a new set of clothes from my backpack to change into, put on a pair of flat mirrors, and a pair of masks, got up and went out, and slipped out the back door of the criminal police team.

The old monk said that he had left me a mark, and I went around to return to Hero Mountain Road, stood on the side of the road of the criminal police team, took out my mobile phone, and casually looked at the wall on the side of the road while pretending to be a mobile phone.

There didn't seem to be anything on the wall, I frowned, walked to the south, walked for about two minutes, and suddenly saw a human face painted on the wall, and hurriedly walked over to take a look, and found that it was a round monk's head, only eyes, and three ring scars on the top of the head!

What do you mean? I swayed and continued to walk forward, and a flash of inspiration: only eyes and ring scars, no eyebrows in the middle, isn't this the cloth bag monk himself!

What does this old monk have to say?

No eyebrows, no eyebrows...... I muttered the word "no eyebrows" in my heart, and suddenly remembered that there seems to be a small tea market across the street, when I went shopping with my second uncle to buy tea, I once saw a store selling "Wuhan Emei Jianer" tea, and I felt very funny at that time, this Emei Mountain is clearly from Sichuan, how could I go to Wuhan? Later, I found out that Wuhan Emei Jianer has no connection with Emei Mountain at all, it is a kind of Wuhan black tea after being fried, and the tea leaves are stacked layer by layer, like Emei Mountain, which gives rise to the name "Wuhan Emei Jianer".

No eyebrows, Wuhan Emei is sharp! Anyway, my head can also think of this, so I will go and see it, maybe the blind cat will meet the dead mouse and bump into the old monk!

After thinking about it, I continued to make a phone call, swaggered across the road, crossed a small road, and walked along the main road for dozens of meters before I came to the tea market.

Looking around, it seems that no one is chasing after me.

I put away my phone and walked forward with my hands in my trouser pockets. It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and 80 percent of the shops in the tea market were closed, and the few shops that were open were mostly eating dinner or playing cards. After walking for a while, I saw the tea shop selling "Wuhan Emei Jianer" from a distance, but I didn't rush in, but walked straight over.

After walking for about ten meters, I slowed down and looked around, and after realizing that there was no one, I turned around and slowly returned to the store, pushed the door and walked in.

The shop is not big, almost a dozen square meters, only a dim light, no one in front of the counter, I walked past the counter, looked inside, and saw that inside the counter, behind a basket of tea, two people with only the top of their heads are sitting facing each other.

One of them was wearing a hat and couldn't tell who it was. I walked over and saw that the two of them were playing Go, and the person facing me was the one-armed cloth bag monk with no eyebrows!

As the saying goes, "a true gentleman who doesn't say anything about chess", I walked up to the two of them, found a small horse to sit down, and was not in a hurry to speak. After ten minutes, I couldn't help it, so I stood up and walked to the side, took a handful of peanuts from the counter and sat down to eat it.

"That's it, I'm losing again." An old voice sounded, and I realized that my attention was on the Budai monk just now, and I didn't look at the other person on the other side. At this time, when I got up and looked, I saw that this old man was thin and small, not tall, the folds on his face were layer by layer, and a pair of eyes had shrunk to the size of mung beans, and he looked like he was eighty years old!

"Hello seniors!" I saw the old man looking at me, and hurriedly smiled and hugged his fist to say hello.

"What seniors!" The old man laughed: "I'm a tea seller!" Talk to this great monk! ”

With that, the old man walked to the counter and sat on the chaise longue and watched the news.

The cloth bag monk beckoned to me and motioned for me to come over.

"Master, why did you get here?" I walked over and asked, "Hurt, are you alright?" ”

The old monk shook his head: "It's okay, is something wrong with the Gu family?" ”

I was stunned: "Something? How? ”

"On the way here, I saw several groups of suspicious people running towards your Gu family." The cloth bag monk looked at the endgame on the chessboard and said, "You don't know yet, do you?" Just yesterday, many people have already let out the wind, saying that your Gu family has found all the Han Jia! ”

"Huh?!" I couldn't help but gasp: "Yesterday?!" In this way, He Yunchang still helped! ”

I told the Budai monk what happened in the past two days, and told me all the things that the seventh master said to me in the Yashan Sea Palace that day.

The Budai monk frowned at first, but then slowly stretched out and recited the Buddha name: "Well, it's okay." It's pretty much the same as I had planned. ”

"Plan?" As soon as I heard that the old monk had a plan, I hurriedly asked, "Master, what plan?" ”

"Go find Xu Zeming!" The Budai monk was not shocked, and a sentence came out endlessly.

"Looking for Xu Zeming?!" I looked at the old monk with wide eyes: "Master, our Gu family has done everything possible to get two steps out of Xu Zeming's hands, now let's go to him in person?!" ”

"That's right!" Budai Monk said: "Do you think, if the Seventh Master and they are all standing on Xu Zeming's side to cooperate with him, do we want to help Liang Dong?" Taking a step back, do you really think that Liang Dong will have a conflict with Xu Zeming? Don't worry, people in positions like the two of them will not clash easily. The most important thing for us now is to drag Xu Zeming and prevent him from carrying out the matter of a living body burial, so that we will have time to mediate! ”

I grinned: "Master, what you said is light!" Procrastinate? How long does it last? Can it be delayed until Xu Zeming dies?! Now we take the initiative to find the door, that is, the sheep into the tiger's mouth, self-defeating! ”

The cloth bag monk looked at me, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Then you say, what are your plans?" Just die here and wait? Scold! Let's go to Xu Zeming, one is to delay, the other is to think, either to ruin the Tai Chi halo, or, to secretly get a Han armor, so that he can't be buried with him! You must know that if this Han armor is not complete, people who do not have the qi of Longyang will not be able to suppress it, so only the emperor and other people with the qi of dragon luck can bury one or several of them in their tombs, Xu Zeming, obviously not! Third, we need to get the secrets of the Ten Secret Realms! ”

My brows furrowed slightly, thinking to myself what these ten secret realms were, worthy of so many masters.

"Instead of waiting here, it's better to take the initiative and slowly take back the initiative." Seeing that I was stunned, the cloth bag monk added another sentence.

I raised my eyes and looked at the old monk: "Master, how sure are you?" ”

"Nine out of nine." The Budai monk paused and said with a smile: "Don't forget, without our existence, he Xu Zeming will not be able to move an inch in some things. ”

I nodded, and finally made up my mind: "Okay! Then I'll go with you! ”

That night, I stayed in a hotel with Budai Monk, and the next morning, I called Chu Ying's girl and asked her to quietly take away my backpack in the bachelor dormitory, and then flew directly to Nanchang with Budai Monk. Stopped in Nanchang for one night, got in the car the next day, and didn't come to the foot of Nanling until more than three o'clock in the afternoon, hiked up the mountain, and after more than an hour, came to the familiar little black building.