【Broadcast】Pay attention to "Reading at the starting point", get the first-hand news of 515 red envelopes, and students who have not grabbed red envelopes after the Chinese New Year can show their skills this time.

Under the mountains, the tower towers over a thousand peaks, the door is ten thousand; the pine and the cypress are proud of the sun and the moon, and the bells of the ancient temple shake the world; the thousand-year-old Buddhist temple transmits wonderful sounds, and the holy relics push Shaolin.

On that day, the boundary of Songshan Mountain, Henan Province, was cloudy and rainless.

The fog is shrouded, the pilgrims and believers are like the tide of water, the bells of the ancient temples are melodious and far away, and the Sanskrit music is tireless.

Early in the morning, there was a young man wearing a green coat with a burden, stepping on the clean stone steps of Shaolin Temple; he looked idle, looking around, and he could see that he was an idler visiting the scenery.

When he came to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, he also worshipped the Buddhist priests, burned the western rue incense, looked at the arhats on the four walls, looked at the miserable Garan, and recited the sutra to eliminate disasters; so, he turned out of the treasure hall, visited the monk's room, inspected the underground palace, and visited Tallinn, and finally when he returned, he also asked a small novice about the temple.

"Little master, it's polite! Is your underground palace here a place to store the meditative body of the deceased monk?"

"Amitabha!" said Xiao Shami, "Yes, donor!"

"Is Tallinn the tomb of the deceased monk?" the messenger in Tsing Yi still asked.

"Yes, donor. The little novice said, "Good, good!"

"Then where is the tombstone of the late Abbot Fayun twenty years ago?"

"Yes, Zen Master Fayun?"

"Alas! The man in Tsing Yi said, "It's an old monk named Fayun." ”

"Oh! Abbot Fayun is still alive, and he is healthy and energetic, so why is he deceased!" Xiao Shami still gave the salute and said, "Presumably, the donor remembered wrong!"

"Is that true?"

"Monks, don't speak!"

"Then right now, where is Abbot Fayun?"

"Ten days ago, he was invited by a benefactor named Wu Shuang to go to Luoyan City!"

"Oh! Thank you, little master!"

"Amitabha!

So, the people in Tsing Yi said goodbye to the little monk, turned out of Shaolin, hurriedly got on the horse, whipped along the old road, and galloped away!

Two days later, in the evening, the Tsing Yi visitor of the Shaolin Temple rode into the east gate of Luoyan City, and went straight to the Fengming Inn to dismount. The man in Tsing Yi dismounted, handed the reins to a red-clothed warrior, and then, hurriedly, trotted into the door of the inn.

At this moment, Huyan Wujiang secretly met in the most luxurious room of the Fengming Inn, a mysterious person, this person is not a dignitary, nor a high-ranking person, nor a high-ranking monk, but a little-known person.

Because, the little man learned the big secret, this person is the one who just walked into the inn, a Tsing Yi visitor from Songshan Shaolin Temple!

The coffee table is still the immortal root carving, and the maid who makes the tea is still the same graceful girl; it's just that today's Huyan Wujiang is not as bright and full as the old look, because all kinds of bad luck in the past few days have made him upset.

Hu Gongzi's whereabouts were exposed, the abduction of women in Luoyan City was exposed, his right-hand man Hua Kaichun was injured, and Cui Sanye said goodbye without saying goodbye...... All these kinds of things make him anxious!

Now, his face still looked tired, as if he hadn't rested well at night.

And no wonder, how can he rest well!

At the age of five, he followed his father up the mountain to chop wood, at the age of six he learned to climb trees, at the age of seven he learned how to sharpen a knife so that it would not defeat steel, and that it was unusually sharp. Later, he recalled that the woodcutter they killed should be his father's rival in love...... When he died at 16, he was already a Jiangyang thief in the Liangjiang area, who had no calculation for murder, and by the time he was 18 years old, he had already formed his own Jianghu force, the Crow Gang.

Now, he has turned to the right path, more than 20 years! How good it is to be a righteous man and gentleman with good morals! No matter where you go, you will be sought after and worshiped by the people; the public will give you a happy platform, good men and women will prostrate and worship at your feet, and those sanctimonious bureaucrats in the court will open the door of convenience for you, and even when necessary, they still need your full help, because then they can be promoted to high positions! Therefore, he is a righteous man who has been transformed from a Jiangyang thief to a gorgeous one, and he is more in line with the bureaucrats' style and temperament, which is in line with the style and temperament of the bureaucrats. It may not sound good to use a raccoon dog, but it seems too elegant to use it in a collusion, and it seems that the most appropriate, the most understandable, and the most approachable name is still the old saying -- the same smell.

The young man in green clothes was already sitting next to the famous Huyan Wujiang hero, and he looked very restrained, his eyes did not dare to look at Huyan Wujiang, nor did he dare to look at the beautiful tea maid in front of him, let alone look around at all the furnishings in this jeweled and luxurious living room; therefore, he had to bow his head - look down at his crotch, because looking at his own things is the sacred and inviolable right of every human being! He held the fragrant tea cup in his hand, and was reluctant to drink it in one gulp, because he wanted to smell the refreshing aroma of tea.

Obviously, Huyan Wujiang at this moment, he has also changed his approachable gentlemanly demeanor, it seems that at that moment, the ugly face of the Jiang Yang thief has been restored again, he disdainfully disdains the young man in Tsing Yi next to him, his eyes are stunned Looking at the long window in front of him, he asked him with a condescending attitude.

"Little boy, what's going on?"

"Yes!" I replied, Huyan Hero!" the boy said respectfully.

"Don't want mother-in-law!" Suddenly, Hu Yan Wujiang roared impatiently, "Straight to the point!"

"He's not dead!"

"Who hasn't died?" Huyan Wujiang suddenly turned his head, rolled his eyes, looked at him, and looked at him with an extremely impatient expression, and said, "You should be clear, it's okay!

The man in Tsing Yi was trembling and terrified, holding the teacup in his hand like a fish swimming in it, turning the teacup into waves. He said with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Yes...... Yes, Fayun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, is not dead yet!"

Huyan Wujiang stood up suddenly, like a bouncing spring, and suddenly it bounced up, and he asked with horror on his face.

"Did you see him?"

"No!" said the man in Tsing Yi, "The monk in the temple said that he came to Songshan Manor ten days ago at the invitation of Wu Shuang, and has not returned yet!"

"Are you sure he really isn't dead?"

"Yes, I'm sure!" said the man in Tsing Yi, "I went around the entire Shaolin Temple, and I didn't find any signs of the death of Abbot Fayun! ”

"Ahh

After a while, he said to the man in Tsing Yi:

"Oh!

Not long after the man in Tsing Yi left, he suddenly turned around a red-clothed warrior, panicked, and handed a note to Huyan Wujiang, saying.

"Just now, there was an old monk downstairs who asked me to hand over this note to you, and he said that you know what the situation is!"

Huyan Wujiang's face turned pale, he took the note, waved his hand impatiently, and motioned for the other party to go away, so the red-clothed warrior immediately ran away with amusement!

He unfolded the note, and saw that it read the following sentence:

"Old friend, it's been a long time! Half an hour later, we will meet in Juxian Tower!"

The last payment: Fayun!

Ps. chasing more children's shoes, are there any free appreciation tickets and starting coins~ The countdown to the 515 red envelope list is over, I'll pull a ticket, ask for an increase and appreciation vote, and finally rush a handful!