Practice, recite scriptures, and take care of the small vegetable garden on the mountain outside the temple.

Days pass by day by day.

On the morning of that day, a special pilgrimage came to the mountain. She was a woman in her thirties. She looked very elegant and dressed in silk clothes. When she looked at her dress, she knew that she was not from Ningjia Village at the foot of the mountain, but she should be a wealthy family.

This man caught their attention as soon as he entered Lanruo Temple.

Pilgrims come to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha. They welcome this, but they are afraid that they have other purposes.

So far, except for the old man Lu in Jinhua, no other wealthy family has come to this dilapidated Lanruo Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.

Amitabha Buddha, Monk Kongxu welcomed him forward.

You are a guest when you come, and you can't drive people out just because you feel suspicious.

“Have you met the master.”

"Where is the donor coming to Lanruo Temple?"

"When passing by this place, I heard that there was an ancient temple on this mountain, and I came up to burn a stick of incense." The woman said.

"Good, donor, please."

Monk Kongxu walked aside and led the woman to the main hall.

The woman respectfully burned incense and knelt down. Then she took out a ingot of silver and handed it to Monk Kongxu.

"I hope the master will accept it."

"Thank you, the female donor, the Buddha will bless you."

At this time, the monk Kongxu looked kind and had a gentle tone, with a somewhat slight look of a Taoist monk.

"Have you asked the Master's name yet?"

"I am empty and I cannot get the word "master"."

For some reason, every time I hear my master mentioning his Dharma name to others seriously, Wusheng wants to laugh.

"This is my disciple, Wusheng."

"Master Wusheng." The woman thought of Wusheng's salute.

"Amitabha, I am just a monk and I cannot be a master." No survivor.

Since the moment he saw this woman, he became wary. Where is Lanruo Temple? Apart from Ningjia Village at the foot of the mountain, few people know that even if it is the closest Jinhua City, go and ask, how many people know that there is Lanruo Temple in Jinhua City?

But this woman was not a local, but just passed by, and heard that she actually entered the deep mountain alone to find the dilapidated temple. This is a very suspicious thing in itself. Moreover, in Wusheng's opinion, this woman should not be a believer. The look she looked at the Buddha statue just now was not very respectful, just like he looked at the Buddha statue on weekdays.

The people from Jiuyou Sect just arrived not long ago, and a pilgrimage from afar came again. At this joint point, there are many doubts that don’t make people wary.

After chatting with the monk Kongxu for a few words, the female donor said goodbye and left.

From entering the temple to leaving, it only takes a little more effort to get a cup of tea.

"Master, I'll go down the mountain and take a look."

"Okay, pay attention." Kongxu nodded, his face also a little solemn.

Wusheng returned to the Zen room and tidied up for a while, then went down the mountain and followed the woman far away.

After the woman went down the mountain, she got on a carriage, with only one coachman on it, and drove the carriage away.

Inside the carriage, the woman took out a wooden box and opened it. There was a piece of pen and ink in it. She spread the paper, picked up the pen, thought about it carefully, put the pen, and drew a rough outline, and then drew it in detail. The bumpy carriage had no effect on her at all. Not long after, a person appeared on the picture.

If Wusheng was here at this time, he would definitely be shocked, because the person in the painting had a fat head and a big ear, and was the monk Kongxu. The painting was very realistic and similar.

The woman picked up the painting and looked carefully, then shook her head, not as if she was not satisfied. She held the paper in her right hand and the paper burned and quickly turned into ashes. Then she drew another one. This time she used it a little shorter than last time, and she was still drawing a monk in the void, but it was more similar.

After the painting, she looked carefully again and felt quite satisfied, so she carefully put the painting away and then finished writing. This time she was still a monk who looked very handsome, but Wusheng. After the painting, she looked carefully and felt dissatisfied. He burned the painting away directly, and then drew it three times, and then she felt satisfied and put it away.

The carriage went to Jinhua City, and the coachman found the best inn in the city to stay.

"It seems that I won't leave today, so I will go back to the temple first."

Wusheng followed him to the city. After seeing the place where they were settled, he returned to Lanruo Temple and told the situation along the way to Monk Kongxu.

"Master, I think I can take a look. No matter how this person looks, it is suspicious, but not because he came for the body of the Rakshasa king."

"Okay, be careful on the way."

Afraid of an accident, Wusheng left in the temple for a short while and went down the mountain to Jinhua, found the inn where the woman stayed, and then stayed in the tea shop diagonally opposite for a long time. After it got dark, he also entered the inn and settled in.

The next morning, the carriage left Jinhua and headed westward, and Wusheng quietly followed behind.

The carriage was not slow. One horse pulled the carriage, and in one day, he passed two cities, and only took a rest for half an hour.

Along the way, Wusheng just followed from afar, not only watching, but also listening, and feeling, which is also considered practice.

Traveling day and night, first traveling west and then heading north.

Finally, the carriage came to Jiangxia City and entered a manor. Wusheng was familiar with that place and had been here before.

Chu Prince's Mansion?!

Wusheng never expected that this woman actually came from the royal palace.

"How could the people from the royal palace go to Lanruo Temple? It's thousands of miles away. And judging from her whereabouts, it's very likely that she went to Lanruo Temple specifically."

Wusheng smelled the strong smell of conspiracy.

He did not leave, but waited far away outside to see if the woman would come out. As a result, the carriage was driven to another place, and the woman never came out. After all, it was a royal palace and was very cautious. He could not continue to check it, otherwise it would be easy to find it.

"Wait a minute."

When it comes to the royal palace, Wusheng has to be cautious. All the world is the king's land. This has already involved the most powerful force in the world in disguise.

The sky gradually became darker. Wusheng was about to find an inn to live in. Suddenly, he thought of the young man named Acheng and mysterious identity he met when he came to Jiangxia City last time.

He was able to steal a glass cup from the Chu Palace and admitted himself that he had an insider in the Chu Palace. Can he ask him for help?

After thinking about it carefully, Wusheng decided to give it a try.

After nightfall, he came to the manor where he met Acheng last time. It was still dark and quiet, with no lights or figures.

I entered that attic and lit a candle. It was the same as when I came last time, and I was spotlessly cleaned.

Let's wait and see?

The night is quiet, outside the building, the ponds, water pavilions, and the paintings of willows are like women in the boudoir. The beauty is here and no one appreciates it.

Waited for a night, no one came.

During the day, Wusheng went outside the Chu Palace again, hoping to find something, but he was disappointed and had no gains.

At night, he went to the manor again, lit a candle, and waited quietly.

"Oh, you're so bad!" After an appointment at night for more than an hour, he heard a woman's voice acting cute, very soft.

Listening to the sound is coming in this direction.

"Hey, there is actually someone?" This was the voice of a young man.

"Didn't you say you and me are the only ones tonight?"

"When I go in and take a look, no matter who it is, I will drive him away. Do you think it's okay?"

A wisp of fragrant wind, a man in a light blue robe hugged a graceful man in a pink gauze dress and floated into the yard.

It fell on the pond, and a little bit at the bottom of the foot, like a dragonfly sifting through the water, flying towards the attic.

"Come on, I'll hold you." The man picked up the woman and entered the attic lightly.

Wusheng's eyes fell on the man, his eyebrows were on his temples, his eyes were like stars, his spirit was handsome, the graceful woman snuggled in his arms, his arms wrapped around his neck, his eyes looked at Wusheng, his shoulders were half exposed, his eyes were so cute that he was fascinating, this very charming woman.

"Who is this brother?"

The man put down the woman in his arms, and his gauze draped down, and his skin was faintly visible.

Wusheng looked at the man in front of him, to be precise, staring at his eyes.

It should be him,

"Acheng?" He called out tentatively.

The man was stunned when he heard this. Obviously, he did not expect Wusheng to call him like this. He looked at Wusheng, who was dressed in coarse cloth clothes and was a little sloppy, without even a slight disgust in his eyes.
Chapter completed!