When he ran outside the door, the sign of the Hanazi was no longer seen at the door. He stood at the entrance of the alley and stroking his face with a very solemn expression.

"Brother, are you too sensitive? Isn't it just a beggar?" Xiao Jinhua asked.

"You don't understand, there are so many things to say here. Beggar Huazi was a craftsman in the world in the early years. Although they only pretend to be pitiful and seek life, their craftsmanship has secret techniques. These abilities are not to be told by outsiders, and the rules within the industry are even more diverse, among which there are 4416 techniques to harm others!" Wushuang told them.

"My master, are you thinking too much? What can a beggar girl do? Besides, I just didn't give him money and didn't offend him. Why did he do bad things?" Lan Caidie was puzzled.

"You two girls are not well-informed in the world, but do you know the dangers of the world? You would rather offend gentlemen than offend villains! Last night I was hesitant whether it was the folk bricklayer who secretly used the methods. These old craftsmen are all very secretive. They want to harm others invisibly, and ordinary people can't see them at all." Wushuang looked into the empty alley and sighed bitterly.

He was right. These old craftsmen do have many unknown mysterious means. These are also oppressed and forced by the old society. When they walk around the streets, they will inevitably encounter people who bully the good and fear evil. They are unarmed and can only use these abilities to defend themselves.

Even among the classical thief of the Thieves, the ancestor Yin and Yang Xuandao knew very little about the mysterious techniques of these craftsmen, and the mentions were even rarer, so this possibility is not ruled out now.

"Hmm? Why is it so sexy?" Xiao Jinhua's nose was so effective, and she frowned with a strange smell.

When I looked down, I found that I didn't know who it was, so I urinated at the pile of stone lions at the door, and the stone lion was covered in smelly smell.

"Whose child is this? I'm so ignorant! The adults at home don't care?" Xiao Jinhua cursed.

"It seems that I'm not sure what the children do. It's probably the beggar Huazi! This is one of the means of luck in a bad house. The decline of every house must be related to him! Next time, the beggar Huazi will come, you must capture him!" Wushuang said.

When he was free, Wushuang took two girls to Chengde Street for a walk. It was the first time that the three young people came to Chengde. Everything was fresh wherever they went. This Gada was not as good as Changchun, and it was closer to the west, so the temperature was warmer during the day. While it was okay, the three of them went to the summer resort for a walk, and then went to the most famous Yunshan Hotel for dinner.

This Yunshan Hotel is worthy of being a local time-honored brand in Chengde. Its delicious food is comparable to the ones eaten by the Emperor of Forbidden City in Beijing back then. Even now, it is a high-end place that the people of Chengde cannot afford to consume.

Every place has its own eating habits, so there is no need to say much about the delicacies of the three of them. After dinner, the three of them walked around the street and prepared to go back. On the way, they happened to pass an old temple, with three golden words "Shuxiang Temple" written on it. As the name suggests, the Dharma body of Manjushri Bodhisattva should be worshipped inside.

"Let's go in and worship!" Wushuang has always been unbelieving in gods and ghosts, but today he actually offered to go to the temple to burn incense. This is the first time.

"My master, aren't you not going to the temple?" Lan Caidie asked.

"This temple is different from other temples. I heard from my grandfather that there was a monk named Puci in this Shusi Temple before. My great-grandfather Wu Gongyao took refuge here with a gunshot wound. Master Puci saved him!" Wushuang was a person who knew how to be grateful.

There are many temples in Chengde, which originated from the Summer Resort. The Putuo Zongcheng Temple in the Summer Resort was an important place to celebrate the birthday of the Empress Dowager and welcome the return of the West Mongolian disciple Hu Te during the Qianlong period. Therefore, Buddhist culture has been prosperous for a hundred years, and locals also advocate Buddhism. This is not big, and it will not be opened to the public except during festivals and the first and fifteenth day of the day.

The three of them walked forward and were about to knock on the temple door. As soon as they reached out, the temple door opened. Inside was a little novice monk with his hands folded.

"Amitabha, donor, my master has been waiting for a long time, please come in!" Unexpectedly, the little novice monk seemed to be a prophet.

Wushuang looked at the two girls in surprise. The two girls shook their heads repeatedly. None of them revealed Wushuang's whereabouts, and Ma Fuxiang and others did not follow them. They passed by here temporarily and walked around casually without any worries. Unexpectedly, they had already decided that they were coming. It was such a strange conversation!

"My little master, do you recognize me?" Wushuang asked.

"You are the young master of the thief sect, so you don't have to be suspicious. The family master and the ancestor of the thief are family friends."

Wushuang looked at the Kui Fu hanging around his neck. Maybe he recognized him after seeing him carrying Kui Fu. Besides, what the little novice monk said was right. Master Puci saved Wu Gongyao's life back then, otherwise he might not have himself anymore. This should be called a worldly friendship.

Wushuang thought, is Master Puci still alive? Otherwise, how could he recognize himself?

"My little master, is your family master Master Puci?" Wushuang asked.

"The donor of Amitabha Buddha does not need to ask too much, why don't you go in and take a look? Shouldn't old friends reminisce about the past?"

Hum? An old friend? He actually said that Wushuang and his master were old friends. But Wushuang had never come to Chengde and did not worship gods and ghosts. How could he be considered an old friend? This little novice is talking nonsense. Wushuang was in a fog and didn't know why.

"Hey! Little bald man, I'll ask you, how did you know that my young master is coming? It's okay if you want to explain it clearly, but I can't figure it out that I won't beat you!" Lan Caidie said with a tantrum.

Wushuang glared at her: "Caidie, the Buddhist land cannot be rash!"

"Miss, don't be too careful. My master has already left the sect and the young master will arrive at the small temple today and let the monk wait here for the big carriage." The little novice monk seemed to have prepared these words and waited long ago.

"Since that's the case, we are also a person who sincerely worships Buddha. Then let me take the lead!"

As he said that, Wushuang took Lan Caidie and Xiao Jinhua to go in and find out. But the little shady actually blocked Lan Caidie and Jinhua's way and put Wushuang in.

"In a quiet place in Buddhism, my master only said that he would invite the young master of the thief sect to wait outside, which would be inconvenient and inconvenient!" He clasped his hands together and said a little apologetically.

"Fuck! I always follow you all the time! No matter what kind of teacher you are or not, I must follow you today, so don't follow me this!" Lan Caidie is the left and right hand next to Wushuang. In the past, she and Ma Fuxiang were the left and right gunners next to Kuisheng. Apart from sleeping, they were all protecting each other.
Chapter completed!