It just so happened that Qimeng also moved a chair and sat next to me, so I told them what I planned. Qimeng touched the tiger and did not speak, but Taoist Yangwei immediately asked after hearing my words:

"It is indeed safer to do as you said, but what should we do with our store? I won't care? Also, before, we took the old man's deposit of 50,000 yuan? We took the money, but we didn't handle it for others. It's immoral."

After being reminded by Taoist Yangwei, I remembered and completely threw away the matter of Old Man Qian’s daughter.

I reached out and touched my clothes pocket, and found that my phone was not on me, so I asked Taoist Yangwei:

"Master Yango, have you seen my phone?"

Taoist Yangwei straightened up and nodded:

"Well, don't worry, I didn't throw it away. I'm going to charge you on the table in the room."

"Please help me get my phone over, I have something to do." I said.

Taoist Yangwei agreed, put down the shovel in his hand, and ran back to the room quickly.

After a while, Taoist Yangwei walked out of the room with my cell phone.

He walked up to me and handed me the phone. I took it and turned it on and saw dozens of missed calls and text messages.

When I turned on the missed call, these dozens of calls were called by two numbers, one of which was from the group leader Shi Zilong, and the other was an unfamiliar number.

This strange number has eight in the last five digits. I guess it should have been called by Mr. Qian.

I originally thought I would see you at 9 o'clock that night, but this happened. I guess Old Man Qian would definitely be furious by us.

So I chose this strange number and called it.

After the other end of the phone rang for a while, someone answered the phone. Old Man Qian's voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Hey, is it Wang Cheng?"

"Yes, money is always me." I agreed.

When Old Man Qian heard that it was me, his tone changed immediately:

"Where have you been to these days? There is no one in the store and I can't call. Do you run away if you want to get the money?"

I explained with a wry smile:

"Mr. Qian, if you really say it, do I still need to call you? This is a long story. Don't worry, we will definitely not run away. I really encountered an unexpected incident two days ago. I almost died. I fell into a coma for three days and three nights. Didn't I call you back as soon as I woke up?"

After hearing my words, Mr. Qian was silent for a while, and his tone eased a little:

"I don't know whether what you said is true or false, but it is true that you have collected my money. Let me tell me now, what are you going to do about my daughter's affairs?!"

"Mr. Qian, I'll tell you the truth. I just woke up and my current physical condition is not very ideal. At least my daughter's affairs have to wait until I get well and can walk down the ground to help you solve it. Otherwise, I will return all the 50,000 yuan to you." This time, I can't tolerate my swollen face and be fat, so I directly tell the current situation.

As for whether Old Man Qian can understand, whether to continue to let us deal with it or find someone else, it depends entirely on himself.

I didn't say anything on the other end of the phone. I waited for a while, but there was still no sound. Then I asked:

"Hey? Mr. Qian, were you listening to me just now?"

"Listen, how long does it take for you to recover from your injuries? Is a week enough? My daughter's matter really not to be delayed anymore. The people in that group are getting weirder and stranger, and I can't quite understand some of the chat content. Alas, I'm old now and can't even keep an eye on her. I ran out of the house if I was not careful." Old Man Qian said to me on the phone, feeling that I was willing but not enough.

"Okay, it's only one week." I also wanted to figure out the dead crowd from the bottom of my heart, and see what the group leader did every time the group members gathered in the middle of the night, and what did it have to do with the dead?

"Mr. Qian, I won't tell you much now. If you have any questions, let's call us." I hung up the phone, put down my phone, and let out a long breath...

At this moment, the gate of the yard was opened, and I raised my head and looked at the other side of the gate.

A middle-aged man dressed well, cleanly and with a wooden box on his back walked in.

I recognized him at a glance. He was my master Jiuyan.

"Master, are you back?!" When I saw it clearly that it was him, my heart was filled with joy and excitement. I supported the rattan chair armrests with both hands and wanted to stand up.

After hearing my voice, Master Jiuyan looked at me and asked with a smile:

"Wang Cheng, just sit down and don't move around. How has the wound on your body recovered?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Master, where did you go before, why did you come back now? I thought you..." This question has been in my heart. Today I finally have the opportunity to ask in person.

Master Jiuyan first put down the wooden box on his shoulders and said half-jokingly to me:

"I thought I was dead outside? Alas~ It's really a waste of time to accept such an apprentice as you."

"Then Master, where are you?" I continued to ask.

Master Jiuyan came over, first nodded and greeted Qimeng and Taoist Yangwei, and then said to me:

"I didn't go anywhere, but I just found a nobody's ravine to hide it. Because before, I found someone pretending to be me, harming people everywhere, and making grudges for me. I hid in the secret search, and now I'm almost done, so I'm back."

When I heard my master say this, I immediately remembered that the "Jiuyan" I met in the temple before who wanted to kill me was indeed pretended to be a fake.

Taoist Yangwei came over and asked:

"Master Jiuyan, who is pretending to be you?"

Jiuyan clarified his sleeves and said:

"Although it is not 100% certain, it is very likely that it was done by the Black-faced scholar."

"It's them again, what exactly do those damn people want to do?" Taoist Yangwei said, pulling out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, taking out one and handing it to Master Jiuyan. The master waved his hand to confiscate it, so he took it into his mouth and lit it and started to suck it.

Master Jiuyan didn't say anything else. He told me to remember to change the dressings tonight, so he carried a wooden box and returned to his room.

...

For dinner, Qimeng used local ingredients and made a stir-fried mushroom and tomato and egg soup with green vegetables, plus two dishes of pickled pickles.

After the four of us gathered together to eat, Master Jiuyan said to me when he was leaving:

"Wang Cheng, go to bed early tonight, and I'll call you tomorrow morning."

"Where do you go?" I asked curiously.

"I won't go anywhere, I'll take you to cultivate your mind and nature. I will formally lead you into our sect of borrowing arts." After leaving this sentence to me, Master Jiuyan left.

It was just dark at night, and Qimeng helped me to the bed. It was because I was really too tired recently. I just lay down and fell asleep in a daze...

The next morning, before the sky could completely light up, I was woken up from the bed by my master Jiuyan.

I endured the pain in my wounds on my lower abdomen and shoulders, put on my shoes, and followed my master to the yard.

The master walked to the middle of the yard and asked with his back to me:

"Wang Cheng, do you still remember the first thing I said to you when I accepted you as my disciple?"

I nodded:

"Of course I remember, you told me that if we potters want to learn to make pottery, we have to learn to be a human being first."

"Yes, but before learning to be a human being, you must cultivate your own mind and follow your original mind, be clear about right and wrong, be free from interference from all things in the outside world, and be bound by time and emotions. In layman's terms, that is, restrain yourself, that is, control your mind and nature." Master Jiuyan said, turning around and pointing his hand at my chest:
Chapter completed!