Although Master Wuchen is a master outside the world, he also knows a little about the affairs of the rivers and lakes. What's more, he and Ren Xiaoyao are still old friends, how could they not know his status in the rivers and lakes.

"Oh! In the rivers and lakes, there are still people who can hurt the master of Ren? Hearing that Ren Xiaoyao was really injured, Master Wuchen couldn't help but be taken aback.

"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there are many people who can hurt the old man." When Ren Xiaoyao said this, he was obviously suspected of serving the old.

Indeed, no matter how you martial arts and dominate the world, in the end, you can't beat the word "old". The so-called "Lao Ji is in the bush, and his ambition is thousands of miles", in fact, most of them are just powerless.

Ambition is not in the age, but the strength is only in the young.

Pale and gray-haired, mentally exhausted.

Master Wuchen heard Ren Xiaoyao say this, but he was happy: "Hehe! The master of the door has always been empty-eyed, but it is rare to have a time of humility! ”

"When the art reaches the peak, he is still high. Old, that's old! If you don't accept it, you can't. Ren Xiaoyao was very calm, obviously he had already seen it.

"Seriously, who was the owner hurt by?" The Dustless Master then asked.

"This matter has been explained in detail, in short, it is related to the Poison Beast Gorge." Tang Mugong answered.

Master Wuchen heard Tang Mugong's answer, his expression suddenly condensed, as if his thoughts had returned to a certain year, and he remembered a past event, and it took a while before he finally spit out three words: "Ghost Daozi." No wonder! No wonder! ”

"It's fate, quickly lead a few donors in to rest." After another while, Master Wuchen finally came back to his senses, and only then did he remember that Tang Mugong, Ren Xiaoyao and others were injured, so he hurriedly arranged the guest room.

Although he is not very old, he is a very clever and clever boy, but he has done everything arranged by the master properly.

It's just that Master Wuchen looked at Yuan's busy back, but he fell into contemplation again, and his face flashed with a little worry.

Not long after, the room was arranged, and then he and the master cooked together, although they were all vegetarian dishes, they were also fragrant all over the house.

Ren Xiaoyao and the three elders of the Tang Sect are both people with profound skills, once they stopped running around and only breathed in the room for a while, their complexions immediately improved a lot, and they all came out to fast together at this time.

Although the dustless master avoids meat, he does not taboo alcohol, but he is still a good winemaker. This is probably one of the reasons why he is so different among monks!

Therefore, in the temple of Buddhism, vegetarian wine is also another scenery.

A few old people in the rivers and lakes are also drinking happily! Only those young people seem a little restrained.

Fast! Everyone soon went into the house to rest, but the dustless master did not sleep peacefully.

He also wants to sit in meditation.

Master Wuchen came to the meditation room, and the little monk was already waiting for him here as usual.

Every night, they sit in meditation for at least an hour before falling asleep. This is the rule that has been formed since Yuan and Master came to the Buddha Temple.

The two of them did not speak, and they began to settle down. The dust-free master is in the front, and the fate is behind, as in the past.

In less than half an hour, Wuchen suddenly spoke: "It's fate, it's cold today, you go back to your room to sleep early!" ”

When I heard this, I felt a little surprised. In the past, no matter how cold the weather was, their meditation time had never been shortened, but today there was a sudden change, which made him a little confused.

"Master, I'm not cold." Yuan replied.

"I'll let you go back, and you'll go back!" Master Wuchen's tone was a little stiff, and he listened very uncomfortably.

Li Yuan already felt that the master's expression was a little strange today, especially when he looked at his eyes, as if he was looking at a monster.

"Yes, Master, the apprentice is retired." There was confusion in his heart, but he still acted according to orders.

After only walking for a while, Master Wuchen also got up immediately, and then chased a blow of wind and went out as well.

Outside the door, an uninvited guest had already arrived, and his skill was low, so he naturally couldn't find it, but Master Wuchen knew it in his heart.

Dustless chased the wind away, and soon forced the man to the edge of the cliff. It seems that that man's skill is far below that of the Dustless Master.

"Who are you?" Master Dustless asked softly.

"Uncle Shi, it's me." The man turned and prostrate.

"Oh! It's you? What are you doing here? Wuchen looked a little surprised when he saw the person coming clearly, and this simple sentence seemed to have multiple meanings.

There is good intentions, there is also hostility, but more often than not, good intentions.

The relationship between the two of them doesn't seem to be ordinary.

"I'm here to inform my uncle that my master has discovered your whereabouts, and it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time." The man who spoke was a man in his thirties, with a yin aura in the night, but also a little righteousness on his body.

"Why did you do that? Aren't you afraid that your master will kill you? Master Dustless asked.

"Hey! I have been expelled from my master's sect. The man sighed in the night wind.

"Huh! You're still different from them after all. What a human life! I'm afraid of entering the wrong door. Master Wuchen also looked up and sighed.

"He is my master, a teacher for one day and a father for life. Even if he expelled me from the sect, he would still be my master. The man's tone suddenly became firm.

"Child, why bother! You are bringing about your own destruction. Master Wuchen lamented.

"I've made it very clear, he's my master." The man replied.

"Then why did you inform me?" The dustless master was puzzled.

"Because you are my uncle." The man's tone was calm, obviously he knew exactly what he was doing.

"You know, the old man is not afraid of your master." Master Wuchen seemed to feel a little ridiculous, and the arrogance that he hadn't seen in him for a long time had already come up.

"I'm not afraid that the master will find you, I'm just afraid that the master will find the little monk. If Master finds the little monk, I think Master knows better than me what will happen. After the man finished speaking, he had already jumped and disappeared into the night, leaving only the dustless master shivering in the night wind.

He shivered, apparently not from the cold, but from fear.

He clearly knew that what the man said was exactly what he had always feared in his heart.

He remembered the past, and he had been hiding for this thing, just trying to hide it in the mundane. I don't want to, it's time to come, it's still here.

"It's fate! It's fate! Hope you get away with it! The Dustless Master looked up at the night sky and sighed in a pleading tone.

According to fate, if you believe it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will not have it.

Sometimes, people desperately want to change something, but after all the hard work, they are still unstoppable.

The Dustless Master is already half buried in the ground, but what he wants to save in his life is still the last thing he wants to see.

He is powerless to change, and all that remains is to pray, that is, to face.