There was nothing in the courtyard except a table.

But can the table speak? Hanyue sighed, a thick layer of dust fell on the table, it looked like no one had been here for a long time, but just now he heard a voice from the courtyard.

How could such a strange thing happen, Han Yue walked towards the bamboo building in the courtyard, and there was no one inside. Could it be that I really got the hell.

Of course, there are no ghosts in this world, so it must be that the people in the courtyard have ghosts in their hearts, so they hide them.

If he came in so early, the people in the courtyard would definitely not have time to escape, so he must still be in the courtyard. This is Hanyue's home, and he is very familiar with the grass and trees here, and the bamboo building is not so sure that it is in the bamboo forest behind the courtyard. Hanyue smiled at the corner of her mouth and walked towards the bamboo forest behind the courtyard.

The verdant sea of bamboos, these bamboos are all seeds brought by Hanyue personally from the south.

Maybe it has grown in the fertile land for a long time, these bamboos look crooked and slanted, without a trace of Ling Ran's arrogance, bamboo is still bamboo, but it is no longer loved by people.

"Friend, can you come out and get together? ”

Hanyue said as she walked, watching everything around her vigilantly. Since this person knew that he was coming, of course he couldn't twist and twist.

But the deeper you go, the more you can't see a single figure, the bamboo forest is not big, and it is almost finished. Could it be that there is really no one here, but I am mistaken. Hanyue stopped and looked at the sun in the sky, the sun was good, but there was a crumbling bamboo at his feet.

Hanyue frowned, ready to help this bamboo. A dazzling light made Han Yue break out in a cold sweat, and Han Yue's hand stopped in the air, and at this time, a sense of crisis came from behind.

Han Yue turned around, only to see a bamboo rod smashing over his head and covering his face. Hanyue dodged sideways, but the bamboo pole still hit straight down, and then broke in half in mid-air. Han Yue looked fixedly, there was a silver wire as hard as iron in front of him, and if Han Yue's hand took another step forward just now, I am afraid that his hand would be unlucky.

There were a few noises in the woods, Cold Moon turned his head, and a purple figure stood on the highest bamboo pole in the bamboo forest at some point, the man looked at Cold Moon in the depths of the bamboo forest, and Cold Moon also raised his eyes to look at him. The man's face was covered with a veil. There was a smile in his eyes, his toes were a little at the bamboo whistle, and the person was already flying into the air like an arrow with a sharp string.

Han Yue was just about to chase after her, but the bamboo in the bamboo forest seemed to be alive in an instant, and she hit her head and face from all directions. And every time in the place of refuge, there will always be a silver thread waiting, and the cold moon will cry bitterly. It can only dodge left and right in the bamboo forest. It's not embarrassing.

And by the time he finally came out of the bamboo forest, the man didn't know where he had gone.

But when she thought of the person's eyes just now, Han Yue felt that things were getting more and more strange, and looking at the person's dress, it seemed that he was a woman, could it be that the boss was a woman?

The clue that was finally broken again.

I didn't expect my opponent to find out about myself early in the morning. It seems that they should know that they will find this place one day, so they set up an ambush here early in the morning to make it more convenient when retreating. Hanyue scratched her head, it seemed that the only clue now could only be found in one person.

Southern. The southern district is not a place name, but the name of a temple.

When Buddhism first came in, people felt very strange about the monks who visited the Buddha and worshipped the Buddha, and every day they watched them talk in front of a statue without doing anything, so they were very curious about what they were talking about. But what they heard the most was Nam no Amitabha.

So at that time, the temple was called the South District, and the name has been passed down for a long time. One of the most famous temples in the capital is the Guanyin Temple in the south of the city.

There didn't seem to be many people in the temple today, and Han Yue straightened his clothes before stepping into the temple. Although Hanyue has always been dismissive of the theory of gods and ghosts, Zi is silent and confused, just because he doesn't understand it. When dealing with the unknown, you still have to have a pious mentality.

At this moment, there is only one master in the temple who is chanting in front of the Buddha, and he seems to be unaware of the arrival of the cold moon. Han Yue walked up to the master, folded her hands and bowed, "Meet the master!"

The master put down the wooden fish in his hand and looked at the cold moon in front of him, as if wondering why he didn't go to worship the Buddha and came to find him instead. "Who is the benefactor?"

Hanyue bowed and said, "In the lower cold moon." ”

The master said again: "Cold Moon Donor, is there something wrong?"

"I want to ask the master about something. ”

"Donor, please. ”

"I don't know if there is a person named Gao Zhuqing in the master's temple. ”

"There is a layman named Gao Zhuqing in the temple, but I don't know if it is what the donor is looking for. ”

"The tired master will take the following introduction. ”

When the master heard Han Yue's words, he put the gavel in his hand on the ground, stood up and called a little novice, and explained, "Fa Zhen, take this benefactor to find the high monk." ”

"Yes!" the little novice took the order and looked at the cold moon.

Hanyue was happy in her heart, she didn't expect everything to come without effort, it was really the Bodhisattva's favor, Hanyue looked at the statue of Guanyin standing in the temple, it seems that her good luck has come.

"Master, I'm sorry. ”

"It's okay!"

The master sat back on the futon again, picked up the wooden mallet that was put aside with his left hand, and the sound of the wooden fish sounded again, Han Yue looked at the master in front of him and wanted to say something, moved his lips, and finally left with the little novice.

The little novice walked quickly, and the cold moon followed closely behind him. Han Yue wanted to ask Xiao Shami about some news about Gao Zhuqing, but unfortunately, he didn't know much. Gao Zhuqing lived here a month ago, and he gave the temple a lot of incense money, saying that he wanted to worship the Buddha here.

As for what exactly he did, only he knew. After Han Yue couldn't ask for any more valuable information, he could only follow the little novice closely. "Little master, how long have you been here?"

Fa Zhen said: "I grew up here since I was a child, and I was taken in by my master. ”

Han Yue asked, "The master in the temple just now is your master?"

Fa Zhen nodded, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and he pointed to the house in front of him and said, "Lord of the Cold Moon, the residence of the high monk has arrived." ”

Hanyue looked at the house in front of him, and it didn't seem to be abnormal. At this time, Fazhen had already begun to knock on the door. A voice came from within.

"Who?"

"Gao Jushi, I am the little monk Fazhen, and there is a layman here who is looking for you. As soon as Fazhen finished speaking, the door opened, and a person's head was exposed, looking impatiently at the two people outside the door.

"Who's coming for me?"

"Me!" Han Yue's eyes stared at the person in front of him, and the person living in the room was indeed the Gao Zhuqing he had seen in the courtyard.

Gao Zhuqing saw that it was a cold moon and was about to close the door immediately. Cold Moon's body blocked the door like a fish. At the same time, he smiled and said to Fa Zhen: "Little master, thank you!"

"Say goodbye!" Fa Zhen said, turning to leave.

Hanyue looked at Gao Zhuqing with a smile, led him into the room, and then closed the door with a thud. There was no other person in the room, Han Yue swaggered on the chair, looking at Gao Zhuqing in front of him, Gao Zhuqing was crying and sad, he really didn't think that Han Yue could find here.

"You know me?" asked Hanyue.

Gao Zhuqing was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized, "I don't know, I don't know, who is Your Excellency?"

Han Yue looked at Gao Zhuqing's appearance, touched her nose, and asked with a smile, "Since you don't know me, why are you avoiding me?"

"It's because. Gao Zhuqing stammered and couldn't speak, Han Yue looked at him uncomfortable, and asked with bad intentions, "Do you want me to help you strengthen your courage?"

"Plop!"

Gao Zhuqing fell to his knees all of a sudden, and cried: "Young Master Yue, spare my life, I really don't know anything, I really don't know anything!"

Hearing this, Han Yue's face suddenly pulled down. The previous appearance of laughing and scolding all disappeared, and he didn't know when there was an extra knife in his hand, and Han Yue held the knife in his hand, "I ask you to answer, understand?"

Gao Zhuqing pondered in his heart, and Han Yue's eyes had slowly turned cold. The cold light in his hand flashed, and in Gao Zhuqing's exclamation, a strand of hair slowly fell from the air. Han Yue said coldly: "Remember what you felt just now, the next time it will be your throat, understand?"

Gao Zhuqing looked at Han Yue in shock, his ruthless appearance made him tremble, and his legs were still trembling. He nodded in a panic.

Han Yue smiled, he was very satisfied with Gao Zhuqing's current actions, "First question, how did you know me?"

Gao Zhuqing stood up from the ground, opened a cabinet on his desk, and took out a painting from inside, and the person who painted it was him.

"Yo, it's quite similar. Han Yue smacked his lips, this danqing is considered to be of the highest grade in terms of brushstrokes and copying postures. Unfortunately, there is no signature on the painting, but it does not look like an unknown person. Hanyue put the painting away, "Okay, second question, who are you talking about as the boss?"

Gao Zhuqing bit his lip, he really didn't know whether to say it or not. But looking at the knife in Hanyue's hand, if he said that he was dead, if he didn't say it, he would die, this was really a dilemma.

Gao Zhuqing finally stomped his foot and motioned for Hanyue to come over. Han Yue stretched out his ears, only to hear Han Yue whisper, "My boss is." ”

Clang!

Jin Ge intersected, and Gao Zhuqing looked at the dagger in his hand and the knife in Han Yue's hand in a daze. Hanyue shook her head, "Dude, can't you play a little new trick?"

After missing the blow, Gao Zhuqing suddenly burst out and rushed towards the door. Han Yue sneered, followed and rushed forward, Gao Zhuqing broke through the door, and suddenly heard an exclamation from outside the door.

Hanyue stood still and looked at it, and the Fazhen monk happened to pass by, and was coincidentally caught by Gao Zhuqing.

"Young Master Yue, throw the dagger in your hand, or I'll kill him!" (To be continued......)