"No, no! If so, then what's the matter with this half-roll of sheepskin! Chu Mu shook his head and said word by word

Kong Miaozhi looked at his senior brother and said, "If it weren't for this half roll of sheepskin, the second and third children might not be able to come back now!" ”

Chu Mu looked at Kong Miaozhi, he finally understood what the sixth child was going to say, but he couldn't say it. Such an act of knowing their personalities well, and playing with them in the palm of his hand, he couldn't think of anyone else who could do it except for someone who knew him very well. Who else knows them so well, the answer is about to come out! Could it really be that the master took the seventh child away? If it was really Master's doing, what was the reason?

Chu Mu didn't dare to think about it anymore, he was different from the sixth child, and even said that he was different from other junior disciples. He has an incomparably deep affection for Tianjisuo. It was the Master who picked him up and took good care of him, so that he could grow up. Teach him martial arts and let him learn to be a man. He subconsciously didn't believe that Tianji was not good at all.

Of course Kong Miaozhi knew about this, and this was also his willingness not to tell Senior Brother, a calm person like Senior Brother would only be like this when it was related to the Master, and he didn't want to break it. Gu Wu was born a stuffy person, Wu Qi wanted to speak, but he really couldn't keep up with the rhythm of their chat. So suddenly the atmosphere was a little weirdly dull. All four of them were thinking about something.

In the end, it was Kong Miaozhi who said to Chu Mu: "Senior brother, don't think about it yet, we don't know what the matter is going on, maybe we missed something, and things are not what we think." Now that this is the case, I think it is the most important thing to let the third senior brother find out the clues. We really don't have much time, and I think the people behind it will have to wait until the day when the relics appear three days later. ”

Chu Mu is also a decisive person, he urgently needs to find the truth now, he prides himself on being a calm person, and he will definitely not mess up at such a passive time, but this time it involves his master. He actually vaguely found that he couldn't control himself.

Chu Mu finally nodded, and then said to Wu Qi: "Third brother, we have such a clue now, so you have to grasp it carefully, you can go to the kitchen early in the morning to check, remember to be cautious." You're a mind-blowing person. Nothing will go wrong, so be sure to bring us some useful news. ”

Wu Qi saw that Chu Mu's expression was a little wrong, and he didn't dare to play a living treasure, so he replied with a straight face: "Yes, senior brother!" ”

Chu Mu said uneasily: "Now there are only four of our senior brothers left, in order to prevent someone from becoming the next seventh, they will all move to my room for a while." ”

Kong Miaozhi spread his hands indifferently, and Gu Wu didn't speak.

There was nothing to say all night, and before dawn the next day, Wu Qi got dressed and left, this kitchen was the most lively time in the morning of the whole temple, and when Wu Qi walked to the kitchen, the shouts had already come and gone.

"Jueyuan, add water! The fire is not strong enough, you can eat this fucking cooking! ”

"Senior brother, it doesn't seem that enough steamed buns are enough, and it doesn't seem to have steamed so much yesterday!"

"No steamed buns! It must be that Juechen, this little rabbit cub, is lazy behind his back! Others, call me. ”

"Senior brother, I haven't seen him in the morning, I don't know where he went."

Wu Qi was about to go inside when he was stopped by a small monk at the door of the kitchen. The little monk got up and bowed: "Amitabha, the donor is here in the kitchen, and idle people can't come in." If you have any instructions, just tell the little monk directly. ”

Wu Qi stretched his neck to look in and found that the kitchen was steaming, and it didn't look like something was going on at all. He thought about it, who would hold a memorial meeting or make a mess of porridge in a hurry for whether a dog was lost or not, whether he was dead or not?

Wu Qi tried his best to make a very bright smile and said to the little monk: "Little master, my eldest brother has a bad stomach recently and needs some white porridge. So I came to see if the breakfast was cooked, and I saw that you guys were just cooking, and I was also a cook at home, so why don't I do something for you? I'm familiar with this set. ”

Saying that, Wu Qi rolled up his sleeves and squeezed inside, and the little monk hurriedly blocked the front again: "If you don't take the initiative, the white porridge will be fine immediately, you wait outside the door for a while, and I'll go and see it for you." ”

"Hey, why does the little master have to see the outside like this." Wu Qi doesn't care about him, he has to go in.

"Fuck! What to do! I'm so busy in the morning, who the hell still has a salty heart to mess with me here! At this time, a big monk suddenly walked out of it, this monk had broad shoulders and a round waist, and his eyebrows were sloppy, and he knew that he was the boss of this firehead army by looking at his dress.

When the great monk walked in and saw a layman he didn't know, he asked the little monk, "What's going on?" ”

The little monk said with an aggrieved face: "Uncle Shi, this donor said that he was looking for some white porridge, I said to wait for a while, but he insisted on going inside, and I couldn't stop him." ”

After hearing this, the great monk looked at Wu Qi: "Donor, outsiders are indeed not allowed to enter here." Please come back! ”

Wu Qi was just about to speak, but the great monk raised his hand and said: "Donor, now the Jialan Temple is about to open the Dao Fruit Conference, and the kitchen is the most accident-prone place. Don't force it! ”

Wu Qiyi is optimistic, this monk looks very rough, but his speech is thick and thin, and there are thorns in his soft words. But the senior brother said that this was the only clue, how could he give up halfway.

He adjusted his lower facial muscles again, trying to look kinder. Then, when he was about to speak, the door was closed by the great monk.

Wu Qi stood at the door for a long time, his face almost turned into the color of pig liver. He could never have imagined that he would eat in this one kitchen until the door was closed. He resisted the urge to beat people up and walked to the kitchen. It seems that there is no such thing as a battle plan in the early stage. He'll have to think about how he's going to ask something.

He slowly slipped to the back of the kitchen, and suddenly saw a little monk squatting in the corner in front of him, not knowing what to do? Wu Qi saw it and thought that he couldn't do anything now anyway, so he just went to set it up first, maybe he could know something.

Wu Qi walked in and found that the little monk was crying. Wu Qi was not polite, and went up and said, "What's wrong with the little master, why are you crying here?" ”

This little monk was heartbroken and secretly wiping his tears here, but when the official kitchen was busy at this time, it was impossible for anyone to appear here. But the sudden sound of this voice frightened him to get up from the ground: "The disciple doesn't dare, the disciple doesn't dare!" ”

Wu Qiyi saw that he was still such a timid monk, and he also smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, little master~"

The little monk was frightened at first, but after listening carefully, it was not his fierce uncle, so he raised his head and looked at it, and there was a man in a white robe standing opposite, who let out a slight breath, and then replied: "Amitabha, what does the donor command!" ”

Wu Qixin said that there was nothing to say, and you would have to talk about this cry, so he said: "I saw the little master secretly crying here, I don't know if there is something difficult at home, or something unfair in the temple." Instead of crying secretly here, it's better to tell me, maybe I can still help you come up with ideas, don't see me dressed so brightly, I'm also a subordinate in someone else's house. They are all miserable people! Wu Qi said this, and squeezed out a few tears. Sometimes Wu Qi admires his true character in this play.

The little monk didn't want to say anything, but he did encounter something sad, so he said: "Alas, donor, I didn't suffer at home, and I didn't encounter any bullying in the temple. My Dharma name is Juechen, and I am the fire-headed monk of this Garan Temple. In the past few years, the temple has often been plagued by rats, and then my uncle bought back a few earth dogs, and wanted to train to catch rats, donors, don't look down on them if they are earth dogs. They are very intelligent from a young age, especially the yellow hair, who can catch rats when they are six months old. I usually take care of them, so I have a deep relationship with them, but I~~" The little monk cried out again and said intermittently: "But I ...... ...... who came back yesterday Only then did I find out...... Yellow Hair ...... Killed! Woowoo...... He was only two years old, who killed him so cruelly. It must be that kid who is crazy, he wants to eat dog meat for a day or two, he must have killed Huang Mao, if I catch the evidence, I must go to preside over the case against him. ”

The more Wu Qi listened, the happier he became, and the more he listened, the more he knew that he had really come to the right place. Sometimes people really have to rely on luck for this fucking thing, and Wu Qi has always felt that he is lucky.

Wu Qi first put on a look of surprise, and then said, "What? Is there such a thing? It is really unfortunate that such a murder occurred in this holy place of Buddhism. Wu Qi felt that he was a bastard, and he usually killed dogs, how could he say it so high-sounding now.

"That little master, didn't anything strange happen in the kitchen yesterday? If you think about it carefully, maybe it wasn't killed by Jue Idiot, the little master thought clearly, don't wronged the good people and let Huang Mao die unjustly. Hey, then how do you know that Huang Mao is dead? ”

Master Juechen sobbed for a long time and continued: "I didn't know that Huang Mao was dead, but when I came to the back of the kitchen this morning, I found Huang Mao's body. It must be a madman, he killed Huang Mao, and he was too scared to eat dog meat, it must be like this! ”

Wu Qiyi was still a little stunned when he heard this little monk, so he said again: "Little master, let me say something, how can anyone dare not eat dog meat if he is afraid of killing a dog, since he doesn't dare to eat it, why kill a dog." Right, so, do you think about any outsiders who have been in your kitchen these days? ”

The little monk looked at Wu Qi, and he didn't know if he really figured it out, his eyes looked up, and he looked like he was thinking about it. In the end, he said: "Could it be Uncle Shi?" ”