"Storytelling? Are you kidding me! The Lord of the Forgotten Machine Hall scolded in a deep voice, but Duan Ming didn't care at all.

"Don't worry, it's good to listen to stories." Duan Ming said with a smile.

"Please also ask Mr. Duan to tell a story." Li Wan'er covered her mouth and smiled, and then said, "The county lord wants to hear it." ”

"Since the county lord wants to hear it, then the small people will start." Duan Ming cleared his throat and said, "Where should I start?" Well, sure enough, I still want this beginning. ”

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there lived an old monk and a little monk in the temple......"

"Later, the old monk got older and older, but the little monk grew bigger and bigger. The little monk doesn't want to be a little monk anymore, but the old monk still wants the little monk to be a little monk. ”

"Nonsense, what nonsense are you talking about!" The Lord of the Forgotten Machine Hall said in a deep voice.

"Nonsense? Where's the nonsense? Don't you understand? Duan Ming looked at the Hall Master of Forgetting Ji with a smile, and then said in a deep voice: "Lord Wan'er, I don't know if you think Xiaomin's story is still interesting?" ”

"It's funny." Li Wan'er smiled and said, "But I haven't heard enough." ”

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet." Duan Ming replied with a smile.

"Torture Command." Xu Shizhong, who had already arranged everything, returned to Xing Qianqiu's side and whispered: "Look at these two, they are about to make the master of the Hall of Forgetfulness angry when they sing and harmonize." ”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Xing Qianqiu glared at Xu Shizhong, and said in a deep voice: "Listen to Mr. Duan's story, what a good story." ”

"Oh." Xu Shizhong immediately didn't dare to speak anymore.

"But the little monk has grown up, the bird's wings are hard, the old monk can't fly the little monk, and he can't fight the little monk, and the other little monks in the temple only listen to this little monk, what can I do?" Duan Ming continued: "The old monk just thought and thought, thought and thought, and finally set a fire and burned the temple. ”

"Burned?" Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and their eyes involuntarily looked at the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"That's right, it's burned." Duan Ming nodded: "The area is not large, only one hall was burned, but the hall is also money, it can't be burned in vain, after all, you have to beat the little monk well, and tell the little monk who is in the temple." ”

"And then?" Li Wan'er became interested and listened a little fascinated.

"And then? Then naturally, the old monk found a gold owner, helped, and did some tricks and tricks to hide from the officials who came to investigate the case. Duan Ming looked at the hall master of the forgotten machine and said in a deep voice: "Hall master, is Xiaomin's story right?" ”

"Humph! Who knows what you're talking about! The Lord of the Forgotten Machine Hall snorted coldly.

"How could you not know?" Duan Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice became sharp: "The gold master that the abbot of Xuanbei is looking for, isn't it you!" ”

"What!" Listening to Duan Ming's words before, everyone had a faint guess. Now that they heard the name of the abbot of Xuanbei, everyone was even more surprised.

Could it be that in Duan Ming's eyes, the initiator of all this is the highly respected abbot of Xuanbei?

"Nonsense." The Lord of the Forgotten Machine Hall said coldly: "Mr. Duan, are you trying to say that our Immortal Sect burned down the Daxiong Treasure Hall!" ”

"Of course not! The master of the Forgetful Machine Hall has all the opportunities, how can he manage these details. At that time, it was estimated that it was just money and effort, how could I know the means that the old monk did. Duan Ming replied with a smile: "Isn't that right?" Forget the machine hall master? ”

"Humph!" The Lord of the Hall of Forgetfulness snorted coldly and stopped talking.

He had already admitted that the Golden Buddha was reshaped by him at his expense, but now that Duan Ming had given him the steps, he didn't want to continue to defend himself.

"So, Abbot Xuanbei, do you have something to say?" Duan Ming saw that the master of the Forgotten Machine Hall was no longer speaking, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and immediately looked at the abbot of Xuanbei.

"Amitabha." The abbot of Xuanbei clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddha name: "Master Duan, although Lao Wei is not a big man, he is not a person who can splash dirty water casually. ”

"So, Abbot Xuanbei doesn't admit what he did?" Duan Ming smiled and shook his head, as if he had expected it in his heart.

However, just now, he didn't mean to let the abbot of Xuanbei subdue the law, but to let the master of the Forgetful Machine Hall "put aside the involvement", and then shut up.

"Okay, let's talk slowly." Duan Ming said in a deep voice: "This story also starts with the Buddha Festival on July 20, Xuanbei Abbot, oh, I still call you an old monk." That night, the old monk was ready to do everything. ”

"Before he died, he came to tell me that on the day of the Buddha Festival, he went to the Daxiong Hall to check whether the doors and windows were tightly closed." Duan Ming said: "Then I happened to see a person dressed in red, that is, the Red Lotus Holy Mother. At that time, I was very puzzled by this statement, after all, Fa Wu, Fa Neng, and Fa Ming were patrolling at night that day, and their purpose was to check whether the doors and windows were closed tightly, so why did the Purifying Fa do so much? ”

"Even at the beginning, I thought it was a nonsense that the Pure Fa deliberately made up in order to frame the Master of the Pure Heart."

"Later, I learned another situation from Master Fawu, that day the Dharma went to the Mahavira Treasure Hall, not to check the doors and windows, but to retrieve the belongings hidden behind the golden Buddha in the Mahavira Hall during the day."

"In this way, I was thinking, could it be true that what the Pure Fa said about seeing the man in red is also true?"

"Combined with what Master Mingde said before, I once suspected that there was a woman in the temple who was the initiator of all this."

As he spoke, Duan Ming's gaze looked at Li Wan'er: "After all, there is a great possibility that the Pure Law will lie, but there is no need for the little master to lie at all. ”

"What Master Mingde saw was the county lord, but what the pure law said was not, the county lord came this time and did not bring a red dress." Li Wan'er said directly.

"Well, the moment I saw the county lord, I also knew that this direction was wrong." Duan Ming nodded: "Then I thought, thought, thought, thought, what went wrong?" ”

"Later, I remembered what Master Mingde said, Master Pure Heart once asked Master Mingli to buy rouge gouache for him."

Saying that, Duan Ming looked at Jingxin, only to see Jingxin bowing his head and closing his eyes, there was no change on his face, as if everything Duan Ming said had nothing to do with him.

"I naturally wonder if Master Pure Heart is a transvestite who likes to wear a red dress and dance when no one is there on a starry night."

"Speaking of which, I have to say that the old monk's scheming is indeed extraordinary, and he has already thought about how to induce our attention if we come to investigate."

"It is also a combination of inducing our attention and beating the little monk, which is really ingenious."

"We were almost taken into a ditch......"