Time flies, Li Qingzhu ushered in the Chinese New Year's Eve of his first year in this shijie at the Shaolin Temple, and the temple looked jubilant.

Who said that monks are not too festive? It's one thing for people to abide by the rules and precepts, and this festival still has to be celebrated, not to mention that it is still a traditional festival.

"Whew...... Whew......"

An old face, a beard, is blowing on a bun, and the hot air that comes out of his mouth becomes a cold air, blowing away the heat of the bun.

"Hmmm! It's the end of the year, and even the buns are delicious. ”

Zhiqing and Li Qingzhu sat on the eaves of the roof and ate Luohan Zhai buns without any image, Zhiqing ate with a mouth full of scum, and his beard and robe were full of fallen residues.

"Uncle Shi, pay attention to your image."

Li Qingzhu glanced at him, and then took a bite himself, but he seemed to have a much better image than Zhiqing.

"Image? Image is not as important as deliciousness! ”

Zhiqing said disdainfully, and then ate the bun in his hand in one bite.

He subconsciously reached out and touched the oiled paper bag beside him, but found that there was nothing on it, he looked back, and sure enough, there was no one left.

He looked at Li Qingzhu again, because Li Qingzhu ate slowly, so there were still one or two left.

"Hehe, nephew, shall we have a discussion?"

Zhiqing smiled and came to Li Qingzhu's side, and the old folds on his face were ugly and dead.

Of course, Li Qingzhu knew what this old man was thinking, so without saying a word, he grabbed two bags and threw them to him.

Anyway, I couldn't stop him, so I just gave it away.

Zhiqing hurriedly stretched out his hand to grasp it steadily, and then said to Li Qingzhu complainingly: "Qingzhu, can you hand it to me well?" Wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't get hold of it and landed on the ground? ”

After speaking, he took a bite on the bun, just like the bun in his hand was Li Qingzhu.

"If you can't grasp it, you won't eat it, how simple it is, it's not that I spend money anyway."

Li Qingzhu said calmly, his routine money is basically saved now, and it is all the money spent on the Zhiqing to buy fasting vegetables and tooth sacrifices, he has no pressure, who is greedy is Zhiqing.

"Stinky boy!"

Zhiqing pursed his mouth, scolded in a low voice, and then killed the bun in his hand after dividing it by two, this old man is so old, and his appetite is really good.

"By the way, Uncle Shi, do you know what kind of approval we have to get if our monk disciples want to go down the mountain?" Li Qingzhu looked sideways at Zhiqing and asked,

"What? Are you going down the mountain? Zhiqing turned his head curiously and asked, "What haode is there going down the mountain, how good it is to stay in the temple, don't worry about anything." ”

"I'll just ask, if you don't know, just say you don't know, I'll ask my master later."

"Hey, don't mess with me, you stinky boy."

Zhiqing slapped Li Qingzhu's head angrily, but Li Qingzhu dodged it.

"The stinky boy has grown." Zhiqing saw that he had dodged his palm, so he said with a smile,

"That's it, I've been photographed like this by you a lot, and I've been guarding against you for a long time."

Li Qingzhu gave him a blank look, even if you are a fool who is often photographed, you can practice it.

"If you want to go down the mountain, go to the best brother, and if he agrees, you can go down the mountain. However, I advise you to stay in the mountains, because the mountains are not peaceful. ”

Zhiqing sighed, even Zhiqing, who has been in the mountains for a long time, knows that it is not peaceful now, and Li Qingzhu often secretly runs down the mountain to buy food for him, how can he not know?

Especially now the Ten Tigers of Guangdong, who were born as Shaolin disciples, Hong Xiguan, Fang Shiyu, Fang Meiyu, and Tong Qianjin, have been doing things against the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty, and Hong Xiguan is a member of the Red Flower Society, and they are wanted criminals by the imperial court.

Li Qingzhu had seen Fang Shiyu once, but because this guy was more talented than Hong Xiguan, he didn't stay in the mountains for a few years before he learned to break out of Muren Alley, and the others didn't have a deep friendship, but they also met.

Only Hong Xiguan has the deepest friendship with him, so every time he goes to the mountain to buy something, he will inquire about Hong Xiguan's news.

It's just that in the past few months, as soon as he asked Hong Xiguan, and others saw that it was a Shaolin monk, he immediately retreated and hid far away, if Li Qingzhu still didn't understand what was going on, he would be an idiot.

Hong Xiguan's name is getting louder and louder, and his home is becoming more and more dangerous, and Hong Wending, who is only a little more than a year old in the movie, was spared because he hid in the wall.

But with Li Qingzhu's arrival, he wasn't sure if Hong Wending would be able to escape this time.

"Thank you, uncle."

Li Qingzhu nodded to Zhiqing in thanks, and then turned over and walked out of the eaves.

"Qingzhu, remember to come to me to get a pack of haode gold sore medicine when you leave, it will inevitably bump and bump when you go out."

Zhiqing knew that this guy was determined to go down the mountain, even if Zhishan disagreed, he could sneak down the mountain with this guy's ability, so he still had one more mouth.

"Got it."

Li Qingzhu felt warm in his heart, this foodie uncle didn't just use himself to test the medicine.

Just as Zhiqing thought, Zhishan did not agree to Li Qingzhu's request to go down the mountain, and Li Qingzhu was not surprised, and now the imperial court's attitude towards the monks of Shaolin Temple was almost a wanted criminal, so Li Qingzhu did not make a big noise.

After returning to the meditation room, he wrote a letter, which can be regarded as a message, he told the truth, because he was worried about Hong Xiguan's family, he only went out, and believed that Zhishan They also knew that they often sneaked down the mountain to buy food for Zhiqing, and they would not doubt their sources.

Li Qingzhu packed up his salute and sneaked out of the back mountain.

He came to the Qingfeng Inn at the foot of the mountain to rest, the second child in the store was his old acquaintance, and every time Li Qingzhu bought food, it was from him.

When the little two saw Li Qingzhu, they greeted warmly: "Yo, Master Qingzhu, what is there to take care of?" ”

Li Qingzhu smiled and said, "I took care of you before, so I won't take care of you today, do me a favor." ”

"Look at what you said, we're old friends, what's the deal?"

"Help me buy the right clothes, and by the way, help me find the right braids."

Li Qingzhu handed this little two a few pennies, but he had the money he had saved in the past few months.

This little two is a thoughtful person, and he knows what he wants from Li Qingzhu's mouth when he hears what he wants. It's just that he is very smart and knows what to ask and what not to ask, not to mention that now Shaolin monks are not to be seen in the eyes of the imperial court, so Shaolin monks are still less involved in things, as long as they take money to do things.

After receiving the money, he said to Li Qingzhu with a smile: "Then you wait a minute, I'll buy it for you." ”

An hour later, a young knight hurried on his way with a salute on his back.

Li Qingzhu's money was not enough to buy a horse, so he came to the town to "rob the rich", and then he had money in an instant.

He used the money he received to buy a horse on Haode, learned the way to ride a horse in his memory, and ran to Huaxian County, Guangdong with lame riding skills.

Along the way, he saw more and more officers and soldiers, and when he saw that their expressions were all rushing, he knew that these people might have received the news from Ma Ning'er and went to Hong Xiguan's hometown.

Anxious, he waved his horsewhip and quickened his pace.