The four of them were about to leave, and the abbot of Xuankong spoke: "The little monk still has something to say to Wu Shaoxia, Se, you take the two of them out first." ”

Xiaobai stopped and looked sideways at Wu Qian.

Wu Qian nodded slightly, and Xiaobai turned around and walked out with Ye Qingxuan.

After the three of them left, Wu Qian looked calm: "I don't know what else the abbot needs to explain?"

The abbot of Xuankong smiled incomprehensibly: "Is the 'Golden Light Relic' fun?

Wu Qiang's heart was shocked, and his hand subconsciously touched the wooden sword 'Shifu' on his waist, but his face was full of sincerity: "'Golden Light Relic'? ”

The abbot of Xuankong smiled clearly: "Since the little monk left the young man alone, he will not make a noise about this matter, and the young man does not need to be vigilant." ”

It's a small sample, and it's still pretending to be with me.

Wu Qian put down his hand and looked relaxed: "When was I exposed?"

The smile of the abbot of Xuankong remained unchanged: "When I first saw the temple gate, the little monk was already suspicious, just because the young man was too similar to the person who stole the treasure back then. ”

It's all the same cheapness.

Wu was puzzled: "Just based on this, I think that it is that person below, and the abbot is too irresponsible." ”

"Not only that, the poor monk hinted that the young man came to look for me on the third watch, but he didn't tell the location of the young man's abbot's room, and the young man was able to perfectly bypass the squatter room with many monks and the night monks patrolling around, and quietly touched the location of the abbot's room, wouldn't it be self-admonishing?"

Jiang is still old and spicy, Wu Qian sighed with emotion: "I see, is the abbot trying to get back the 'Golden Light Relic' at this moment? It's really unfortunate that he didn't bring it with him." ”

Abbot Xuankong shook his head: "That's not the case, although there seems to be some secret in the legend of the 'Golden Light Relic' in the temple, no one has found any difference between it and other relics for thousands of years. It looks like it's just an ordinary relic, just because it was left by Patriarch Bodhidharma, so the symbolic meaning is greater than the actual meaning. ”

Wu Qian relieved himself, although the 'Golden Light Relic' was of little use to the Shaolin Temple, it was different for him.

The abbot of Xuankong continued: "But the poor monk has a request, if the young man agrees, the golden light relic will also be given to the young man. ”

"Abbot, please. ”

"When Shaoxia went to Taiqing to deliver the letter, the little monk ...... No, I want you to take their treasure of the town faction, the 'Taiqing Liuli Pei', as well. The abbot's eyes flashed with a chilling glint.

Wu Qian said cautiously: "This ...... And why?"

Could it be that the grievances between Shaolin and the Taiqing faction have not been resolved? He wants to take the opportunity to make trouble by himself in order to plan the Taiqing faction?

Or is it ...... He wants to get rid of me with the help of the Taiqing faction?

Wu Qian, who was a director and screenwriter last night, expressed great regret that he could not appear in person.

"Just because he lost a broken relic!" The abbot of Xuankong had a hideous face and clenched his teeth: "Sikong Tiezhu, this bastard, has laughed at Lao Tzu for several years! Lao Tzu also wants him to taste the taste of being ridiculed! The dog that he said was good at the beginning is rich and noble, and he is looking at each other! When he became the head of the house, he put on a high-ranking style, I'm sorry!"

Sikong Tiezhu, the common name of Ziyang Zhenren, the head of the Taiqing faction.

By the way, the common name of the abbot of Xuankong is Ouyang Ergou.

Wu Qian was dumbfounded, looking at the hysterical Shaolin abbot in front of him, he couldn't help but wonder if he could still walk down Shaolin Mountain alive.

"Amitabha. The abbot of Xuankong reverted to the appearance of a virtuous monk: "The poor monk has lost his temper. ”

Wu Qian laughed dryly: "Hehe, I didn't see anything below, I didn't hear anything." ”

The abbot of Xuankong nodded with satisfaction: "So please leave it to the young man." ”

Alas, the abbot is also tired, if only the abstinence could be as eye-catching as Wu Qian. Other people's children are good.

Wu Qian solemnly arched his hand: "The abbot can rest assured, even if the sword mountain is a sea of fire, he will not live up to the abbot's entrustment." ”

After saying that, he didn't wait for the abbot of Xuankong to respond, and fled in embarrassment without looking back.

.........

Jingzhou, the imperial city of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

On this day, a group of four people came to the market.

They are bald, poor and cold, it is Wu Poor and others.

"Alas. "This is the first time I've sighed.

Ye Qingxuan finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart and asked, "You sighed all the way, what's wrong?"

After a month of getting along day and night, the three rooms became more and more casual.

Why not four people? Because the little white girl only has Wu Qian in her eyes, and she walked with Ye Qingxuan all the way, it would be good if the little white girl didn't think they were an eyesore.

Jiese sighed again: "I knew that the dry food in the temple was selling so well, and the poor monk opened a shop at the foot of Shaomu Mountain to sell dry food." ”

Along the way, Wu Qiang made the business of Shaolin specialties prosperous.

There is a golden sign of Shaolin Temple, a tael of silver to buy a tael of dry food are sold in short supply, a month's time, thirty people can eat half a year's dry food has been sold to the last point.

In fact, the guests are so sought after this dry food, the brand of Shaolin Temple is only a small part of the reason, and the real reason why they are willing to pay is that these dry food, which was named 'Wei Ergang' by Wu Qian, under his boasting, inexplicably has an aphrodisiac function.

Wu Qian happily counted the silver tickets that had just been exchanged from the money bank in his hand, and said with a smile: "The main thing is that the level of trading is high, otherwise how much do you think these hard broken dry food can be worth?"

Jiese frowned and said, "Ah Poor, you are inflated." ”

Wu Qian didn't reply: "Please call me Ah Shuai, thank you." ”

Just as the two were arguing, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance walked over.

He said to Wu Qian enthusiastically: "My master has sent me to wait here for a long time, please come with the villain." ”

Wu Qiang was puzzled: "Uncle, I'm afraid you have recognized the wrong person, I just arrived in the imperial city, and I am not familiar with the place, and there are no acquaintances here." ”

The middle-aged man was puzzled: "But what my master asked me to wait for is a man with a wooden sword on his waist, a superb temperament, and a peerless appearance, am I wrong to find it?"

Jiese interjected: "Although the poor monk brother does have a wooden sword hanging from his waist, he has a superb temperament and a peerless appearance...... I'm afraid that the donor has found the wrong person. ”

The middle-aged man nodded and was about to leave, a hand on his shoulder.

When he turned around, he saw the young man with a wooden sword hanging on his waist and said with a straight face: "That's right, the man with a superb temperament and a peerless appearance who is waiting for the uncle is exactly below." ”