The moon and stars are scarce, Ling Muyu walked through this dense forest, and finally walked to the avenue. He knew that this place was not far from the Yongquan Temple, and his injuries had not healed, so he was not in a hurry, and walked slowly step by step, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, it was late at night, there was no one on the road, Ling Muyu walked slowly, in a trance, the breeze blew on his face, and a piece of worn-out paper was blown in front of Ling Muyu's eyes from nowhere, and Ling Muyu unconsciously caught it.

"Huh, is this?" Ling Muyu originally just took a look at it, but at this glance, he saw that it was a poem on the paper, and the handwriting of the poem was known to be written by a very person at first glance, and it was a work of everyone.

"One after another, it's far away. Hui I Jin Shiyan, depressed and unable to show. Life has its own opportunities, and friendship is especially cherished. Taste the sorrow of the children, and the sorrow is still unavoidable. Remembering the Cangzhou period, chatting to comfort the late. Ling Muyu muttered about this untitled poem that floated from nowhere and who wrote it, and fell into deep thought.

Ling Muyu is not an ordinary warrior in the rivers and lakes, since he entered Wudang when he was young, he followed his teacher Songfeng Dao Chang to read and write, Songfeng Dao Chang is a civil and military all-rounder, Ling Muyu is also quite aura in these aspects, therefore, medical divination astrology, Wen Taowu strategy are all involved. This poem is written with depression and frustration, it should be written by a frustrated person who is lonely and haunting, missing his friends, but how can it appear here. What kind of person is the person who writes the poem?" Although Ling Muyu had never met him, when he saw the words like faces, his heart had already swelled up with the meaning of friendship, and with curiosity and doubts, he folded this poem, put it in his arms, and ran forward.

Ling Muyu didn't care about the internal and external injuries, big or small, and ran for several miles, and saw a person from a distance, dressed as a merchant, walking slowly forward, that person faltered, as if he was injured, and as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. Ling Muyu pressed the friendship in his heart at this time, and his doubts abruptly arose: "There is only one road here, I came from the north before, there are no people on the way, and if you are in the south, this road is not far to the south, it is Yongquan Temple, could it be that this person has something to do with Lin Qianhu's strange choice tonight? Thinking of this, Ling Muyu no longer impulsively stepped forward, hanging far behind the man, hiding in the darkness, "I want to see if you and Lin Qianhu have the same medicine in the gourd."

Ling Muyu followed this person, and walked like this for half an hour, and the man really walked to the door of Yongquan Temple step by step, Ling Muyu saw that he had arrived at the door, and gently knocked on the door, Ling Muyu was curious, so he cautiously approached, trying to figure out what these people meant.

Seeing a gentle knock on the door in the silent night, Ling Muyu only felt that there seemed to be no half a person in the Yongquan Temple at this time, and it was quiet. Ling Muyu was curious: "How could this be, could it be that Lin Qianhu took people to leave Yongquan Temple, but he didn't go to Ailao Mountain as agreed, so where did he go?" After a while, the mountain gate of Yongquan Temple was pushed open, and two monks came out.

"Huh?" Ling Muyu had doubts in his heart one after another, "When I carried the two tigers back to Yongquan Temple before, I saw them all over the old abbot, Master Yuanzhou, and Little Master Zhiding, where did these two faces come from, and, for some reason, I always felt that these two monks had a strange feeling that could not be explained. ”

I heard the merchant say: "Two masters, I am a traveler who has traveled far here, I have just docked on the shore and walked more than ten miles, I am hungry and tired, I wonder if the masters can make it convenient, give me some food, and give a sheltered room, I am grateful." ”

"Listening to this voice, it should be a man in his thirties, what he said has nothing to do with tonight's events, if he said that the poem was written by him, it is also very possible, could it be that it is really my villain's heart this time, and I misunderstood the gentleman?" Ling Muyu was thinking so, only to hear one of the two unfamiliar faces of the monk said: "The abbot of this temple, Qingxiu, has never received outsiders, and asked this benefactor to leave quickly." As he spoke, he was about to close the door, but the traveler dressed as a merchant seemed to be in a hurry, and hurriedly went up to block it, and touched it twice with his other hand from his bosom, and said: "I have money, please make it convenient, I will be quiet, and I will not make any noise to the master, if it really can't work, it is good to bother the two of you to bring me something to eat, I have not eaten yet." ”

One of the monks said. "Yo, it's not okay to talk to you, right? You have to let Uncle Ben get you out, right?" Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by another person on the side, "Little Liuzi!" The other person tugged at his sleeve and stopped.

When the monk heard this, he seemed to be afraid of the other person, so he shut up and said no more. The monk who stopped him said to the merchants: "The donor still looks for food and shelter by himself, this temple is indeed inconvenient, and he can't provide anything, so I hope you will forgive me." After speaking, before the merchant could reply, he closed the door directly.

The merchant seemed to be very angry, and muttered

With the words "the land of Buddhism should be cherished with compassion, so unreasonable", he knocked on the door a few more times, but as a result, no matter how much he knocked, it was quiet and abnormal, and no one came to open the door again.

In desperation, the merchant had no choice but to leave first, and once again staggered away.

"It seems that I was wrong. Ling Muyu touched the poem that was placed in front of him, "This gentleman who appeared unexpectedly is obviously a person with a university question, God does not care about it, let him fall to this point, if I can be lucky enough to make friends with him, it is also a wonderful fate." ”

At this time, Ling Muyu even forgot about the task of his trip, the business on Ailao Mountain, and the strange behavior of investigating Lin Qianhu and others, so he called Mr. Stop. But at this moment, there was another accident.

The door of Yongquan Temple, which was originally closed, suddenly jumped out of it at this time, and two black-clothed figures also appeared on the other side of the temple. Looking at his method, it was obvious that they were all martial arts masters, and when Ling Muyu saw this change, he also calmed down a lot in an instant, hid beside the road, and quietly watched the five people run in the direction where the previous merchants left.

Interested readers can click on a collection, give a recommendation, vote, your support is the biggest motivation for the author to write.

Reader QQ Exchange Group: 818330988

Come on Wuhan! Come on Huaxia!