I used thirteen pieces of candy to buy the personal information of the head of the house from Wu Ling, such as name Wu Lian, gender male, age 30 and 2, height of eight feet, weight unknown, no drinking, no meat, not close to women, love to eat Luoyang Chen Ji sugar shortbread, love to drink Jiangnan Province Tieguanyin......

I put some silver in a small money bag and put it on Spot's side, and I found some dregs of sugar shortbread from Wu Ling to let Spota remember the taste. Those lonely wandering days have cultivated Xiaoban into a horse that can run errands and buy things for his master, once he was only familiar with the streets and shops of Chang'an, and now he is familiar with Luoyang.

Wu Zhen taught me that Xiao Ban is a horse, not a dog. I don't think it's any difference between four-legged animals.

Xiaoban went out at noon, and returned with a full load at dusk, not only successfully bought Chen Ji sugar shortbread but also bought Li Ji Wang Ji sugar shortbread back by the way, just because the smell of these sugar shortbreads is almost the same, Ma Bi can only do this step. Not only that, but it also humped back a chubby little girl of six or seven years old, who sat on its back and licked the rock sugar gourd, and from time to time touched the plump buttocks of the little blob with her slimy little hands. And Xiao Ban is like a triumphant return of the war horse, ten miles away from me, he began to bare his teeth and smirk, as if to say to me: Master, I successfully completed the task you assigned, isn't it very powerful.

At this time, in the woods of the northern suburbs, there was a crowd of people outside the gate of the King Kong Sect, and it turned out that everyone was attracted by the horses who could shop, and they unconsciously followed all the way here. The disciples of the Vajra Sect were all flustered in the face of the sudden commotion, and they were relieved when they saw that the circle at the door was surrounded by some old men and old ladies in cloth clothes.

Wu Zhen said: It seems that there is some trouble.

I said, "It's just the people in the market joining in the fun, and it will be dispersed later."

Everyone saw that the horse entered the gate, and the gate was blocked by countless strong men like King Kong, and they all dispersed in a hurry to see that it was not too early to go home to cook.

Wu Cheng hugged the little girl off the horse, the child was young and not light at all, and Wu Chong's hands holding her were a little trembling. I thought that this child should have eaten a lot of silver taels from her father.

The little girl hugged the horse's leg and looked at us vigilantly, but this did not affect her in the slightest from eating the sugar gourd.

I asked, "What's your name?"

The little girl burst into tears.

I was confused.

Wu Zhen said: You are too ugly to scare the child. I'm coming, I'm coming.

My cuffs fluttered slightly.

Wu Yi scolded: Damn! You woman stabbed me in the ass again!

I said: You mouth is talking nonsense, I'm going to sew your ass up and see how you shit.

Wu Zhen said: Wow, are you a hooligan?

I held up a shining silver needle to threaten.

Wu Zhen immediately hugged his head and squatted down: In front of the future flowers of the motherland, can you pay attention to the wording when you speak, in case you teach other people's children badly, how bad it is.

Well, that makes sense.

I immediately asked the little girl kindly: Do I look scary?

The little girl nodded her head with tears in her eyes.

I couldn't help but get angry and continued: We can't judge people by their appearance, what about my brother......

Wu Zhen interjected: Ahem, sister.

I said, "Ah, although my sister looks a little strange, she is very gentle in her heart, are you right?"

Wu Zhen said: Yes, yes, yes.

The little girl said, "No."

I asked: What's wrong?

The little girl said: Big sister, you just said that you want to sew up that big brother's ass so that he can't shit.

I say:......

People really can't do a bad thing, and you can't say a bad word.

Wu Zhen said: Big sister, that's a joke.

The little girl squeezed her fleshy little cheeks and laughed innocently.

The little girl said: Big sister, my name is Cai Tao, and everyone calls me Meat Peach.

I said, "How old are you?"

Meat peach said: Six years old. Big sister, this is your horse?

As she spoke, her little hand touched Madara's leg again, and I thought that she originally wanted to touch Madara's fat buttocks, after all, it felt good there. However, her height limited her.

I said, "Yes, do you like peaches?"

Peach Says: Like, it's fun.

I said, "It's called a spot."

Meat Peach said: This horse is not fierce at all, and he will buy things. By the way, it likes to eat rock sugar gourds as much as I do.

Speaking of rock sugar gourd, the little spot drooled all over the ground.

Wu Zhen said: It's dark, I'll send her back.

I helped him pull out the silver needle from his ass and put it back in his sleeve, resources always have to be recycled.

I said: Meat peach has to go back first today, otherwise my father and mother will be worried.

Meat Peach nervously pinched my trouser leg and asked, "Then can I still play with Xiao Spot?"

I don't know how to answer, Madara and I always have to leave here, and Luoyang is good but it's never my home. Besides, I had planned to leave in the next few days. But the child didn't need to know that much, so I had to smile and nod at her. Perhaps, goodbye.

I took the Chen Ji Wang Ji and Li Ji sugar shortbread that Xiao Ban bought back to visit Wu Lin (the head) late at night.

The room was still as bright as day, and the Vajra people of the Vajra sect had to light the lamp when they went to sleep. I think he must have experienced something very painful in the dark that caused him to be so afraid of the dark now.

I was carrying something in my left hand and knocked on the door with my right hand.

"Enter"

I pushed open the door, and the head of the door sat on the desk to read the book, this time from the perspective of a gentleman like a gentle jade.

Everything was beautiful, except for the hairstyle I couldn't appreciate.

I sat down in the same chair as last time and placed the wrapped pastries on the table next to me.

The head asked: Something?

I said, "I heard that you like to eat Chen Kee's sugar shortbread, so I brought them to you."

The head said: Didn't that kid tell you that I still love to drink Tieguanyin in Jiangnan Province?

I said, "Ah, yes." It's just that the Tieguanyin of Gangnam Province is too precious, and I can't buy it for a while.

The head said: It seems that there is really something.

I said, "Then I'll get straight to the point, I don't know what grievances you have with my master, but I don't plan to care about it."

The boss said: You killer is not professional.

I said: I am not a professional killer in the first place, I am myself coveting the position of the master of the North Hall for a while.

The head said: The position of the master of the North Hall is still vacant, and I am still alive, but you have changed.

I said: I almost lost my life, what's the use of trying to figure this.

The boss said: yes.

I said, "Thank you for saving me."

He put down the book and looked up at me.

I said, "I have one more thing to ask for."

The boss walked up to me, opened a box of pastries, and ate them.

I said: I know that being a killer should put life and death aside, and I also know that the rivers and lakes are a place where the weak eat the strong. You killed the little persimmon, I don't blame you.

The head said: This is not Chen Ji.

I hurriedly turned out the box of sugar shortbread that Chen Ji had for him. I thought, my mouth is really picky.

The head of the house ate the real Chen Ji sugar shortbread and said: It's useless for you to blame me.

I said, "I only want you to give me back the bodies of Little Persimmon and Snow, and I want to take them home."

The boss tasted the sugar shortbread, and his fingers tapped on the table, knocking my heart out of rhythm.

I said, "No?"

The head said: There is no corpse.

I said, "Huh?

The head said: But you can take people away.

I wondered: What do you mean by that?

The head said, "My Buddha is merciful, you bring two night patrol lights with me."

I didn't care to think about it, so I quickly found two night patrol lights to light up, and I was surprised and happy but didn't dare to think about it, afraid that it would be empty and happy.

The head was very afraid of the dark, so he not only ordered me to carry two night patrol lights, but also carried two in his own hands. I had doubts, but I didn't intend to ask more.

I followed him closely, stepping on his shadow and walking forward.

"It's here"

It wasn't until the boss suddenly spoke out to break the dark silence that I looked up.

I said: Here?

The master said: This is a secret prison, and all the prisoners who have committed assassination are imprisoned.

I said, "There is still a secret prison in the Vajra Sect?"

The boss said: Every gang should have one, but you don't know it.

I said: So there is also a Valley of Despair?

The head said: Yes, I don't know the specifics.

I said, "These people are all sent by a gang to kill you?"

The boss said: Basically.

I said, "You're so black?"

The boss said: yes.

I said, "Oh my God, so many people haven't been able to kill you."

The head said: You really want me to die?

I hastened to deny it.

A stone door was opened, and then the head of the door rotated a five-element disc made of five-colored stone on the wall, which seemed to be quite a doorway. Boom seems to turn on something.

I asked: What were you doing just now, wasn't the door open?

The head said: Don't ask, come in with me.

I closed my mouth and followed.

The narrow aisles are still brightly lit, and the walls are carved with Sanskrit characters and images of the Buddha, and each picture seems to have a story, and those Sanskrit words seem to tell the story. I held up the night patrol in my hand and stood in front of the mural to admire.

The head said: This wall is engraved with the Bodhidharma Patriarch.

I asked: He's amazing?

The boss said: Not all can be evaluated with and without power.

I wondered: How else to evaluate him, he's great? Wow?

The boss turned around and left.

I said, "Hey, you haven't told me yet, isn't that patriarch named Bodhidharma very good?"

After a long time, his cold voice echoed through the narrow and dark aisles: great, very wow.

I happily chased after him and asked, "What do those Sanskrit words say?"

The boss said: I don't know.

I said, "Why, you're the head of the Vajra Sect!"

The head said: I really don't know what I said, I can't understand Sanskrit.

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