I didn't bring any tools today, so next time I'll go up and see what's on it.

If Song Shan and the others were really on the top of that mountain, it would mean at least two things.

One is that the things on the top of the mountain are very important and precious. Needless to say, this is true. It is naturally precious to be able to ask Song Shan, the young pavilion master of the Yongzhou Gate Sect, to come here with tools in person, and to hide people's eyes.

The second is that most of the things on the top of this mountain peak cannot be taken away.

That's understandable.

If that thing was taken away, according to the arrogant nature of Tianwu Pavilion and Song Shan, no matter what it was, it would have been uprooted and brought back to Taiyuan together, how could it come here again and again?

Of course, the premise of these assumptions is that Song Shan and his party really climbed the mountain, not hiding somewhere else.

However, although it has not been confirmed, Wang Su is still seventy or eighty percent sure.

After all, there is such a way to go up and down the mountain, and Wang Su is the gate of the Luyang Temple that he watched them enter. Unless it was Song Shan and they had wings and flew, there was nowhere to go.

So, Wang Su disguised himself as a believer and talked with an old monk who was sitting aside to unsign.

Of course, although the old monk is a monk, he is not stupid, and can even be said to be treacherous.

Chatting? OK! Give money!

Wang Su smiled and took out some broken silver from his waist and gave it to him.

As for why not take money out of your purse? Hehe, this one has to ask some shameless little Taoist.

Wang Su patiently chatted with the old monk for two or three quarters of an hour, and just when he really couldn't talk anymore, he saw Song Shan and his party walking out of the temple.

Wang Su sat on the chair opposite the old monk and turned slightly sideways, so that the other party could not see his face clearly.

Although it is said to be disguised, but be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years, who knows if any of the five people in the other party's group will be able to see through their disguise?

Wang Su looked at Song Shan out of the corner of his eye, but saw that there was a sickly blush on his face, and his steps were more frivolous than usual, as if he was about to fall to the ground in the next second.

Seeing Song Shan, the old monk waved his hand with a smile, said hello, and greeted: "Song Gongzi is going well!" ”

Song Shan heard someone calling him, so he looked over.

Wang Su secretly said that it was not good, and he wanted to give this old monk a punch in his heart. In order not to let the other party see the abnormality, he had to turn his head and look at it, trying to behave more naturally.

Song Shan swept the old monk away, did not reply, and subconsciously looked at Wang Su.

Wang Su was also a little nervous at this time. After all, the purpose of his trip was not to assassinate Song Shan, but to find out information, so he didn't bring an abacus.

If Song Shan or the Broken Yuan Dao Fang Le Chi saw the horse's feet and directly drew their swords to face each other, it would be troublesome.

It's not that he's worried that he won't be able to leave, even though the abacus is not around, he still has to move around if he wants to. But in this way, they remembered that the next time they really wanted to assassinate Song Shan, it would be difficult to do it.

Song Shan was still looking at Wang Su, Wang Su didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly restrained his true qi, and at the same time relaxed the muscles and bones of his body.

The two looked at each other.

Look at each other.

Wang Su smiled slightly and nodded to Song Shan.

Fang Lechi on the side pulled Song Shan's sleeve and said, "Young Pavilion Master, it's time to go." ”

Song Shan retracted his gaze at this time, ignored Wang Su anymore, was silent, and took Fang Lechi and others out of the temple and down the mountain.

After they all left the Luyang Temple, Wang Su breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.

Seeing that Song Shan didn't take care of himself, the old monk looked a little sullen and a little angry.

He complained to Wang Su: "Isn't there just a few stinky money? What to drag? It's not the family business that he laid down, I'm bah! ”

Wang Su's heart moved, and then the old monk's words asked, "What does the master mean by this?" ”

The old monk was full of disdain and said, "This Lao Tzu, surnamed Song, donated a lot of money to our temple. Hum! Then this kid surnamed Song was five or six people all day. said that he donated because he believed in Buddhism, hehe, isn't it just for the back of our temple......"

Speaking of this, the old monk seemed to have woken up and wanted to slap himself, but he couldn't do anything when the slap reached his mouth.

He sneered and said: "The old man is also confused, don't blame the donor, don't blame the donor." You just don't hear anything, don't spread the word, don't spread the word. ”

Wang Su comprehended, pretended to be puzzled, and said, "Don't worry, master, I won't say it." ”

The old monk smiled stupidly, as if he felt that it was not good to just say this, so he took out the silver that Wang Su had just given him from his arms, thought about it, took half of it, and returned it to Wang Su.

Wang Su asked, "Master, what do you mean by this?" ”

The old monk said, "Ahem, ahem." Only then did the old man remember that the monks did not accept money, so he returned the money to the benefactor. ”

Wang Su immediately understood what the old monk meant, and he only felt funny in his heart, he pretended to have a puzzled expression on the surface, and asked again: "Master, why don't you return the other half of the silver to me?" ”

The old monk was a little annoyed, and when he saw the situation, he wanted to be angry again, but then he thought of his mouthy just now, and said: "You, a scholar, have also studied for a few years, and you are going to go to the scientific examination, why do you have no understanding like this!" The half that you pay back is the reward for talking about the Dharma with the old man, and the old man will only pay you back if he is ashamed. This half is your respect for the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and I will naturally accept it for them. ”

This old monk! It is clear that they are greedy for money, but they still have to bring the Buddha and the Bodhisattva, if they know that they have such believers, they don't know how to feel.

Although it was funny, Wang Su endured it and still didn't laugh out loud.

After all, he was professionally trained in the embroidery division, and no matter how funny he was, he wouldn't laugh, of course, unless he couldn't help it......

Wang Su pretended to be suddenly enlightened, and said: "I see, it's a little boy who is stupid, and I ask the master to forgive me." ”

The greedy and unscrupulous old monk saw that Wang Su was still on the right track, so he didn't say anything more, snorted coldly, and wanted to ignore him anymore.

But he thought about it for a while, and at this time, he had a request for Wang Su, so he softened his tone and said: "The donor is smart, the old man sees that you have a relationship with my Buddha, why don't you let the old man count a hexagram?" ”

The corners of Wang Su's mouth twitched slightly.

Last time, it was the half-hung childish god stick Qingyuan, and this time it's you, an old monk who doesn't look like a good thing, why did I recruit someone to tell my fortune so recently?

Wang Su originally wanted to get out as soon as possible, so that he could go down the mountain to chase Song Shan and his party, but at the moment, it seemed that if he didn't let this old monk calculate a three-seven-twenty-one, he was afraid that he wouldn't dare to rest assured that he wouldn't spread it, so he sighed faintly in his heart, nodded and agreed.