When the leader asked such a direct question, the man suddenly panicked.
In the past few days, the young master of Jiehuangshan suddenly disappeared.
The boss was just so angry that he didn't care about anything else.
Several brothers have been bumped into the muzzle of the gun before and suffered disaster as a result.
This time it's my turn.
"speak!"
The man quickly lowered his head and said shakily: "Ahem, it's not... news about the young master."
"Yes, yes... there are a few people coming up from the mountain."
After hearing the news that his son was not his, 'Yi Yiye' suddenly lost interest.
"well!"
He let out a long sigh, let go of the other person's arm with both hands, and turned back to his seat disappointedly and sat down again.
But the middle-aged scribe sitting on the left side of Yi Yiye's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he couldn't help but said: "Who are they looking at?"
When the gangster saw the third master speaking, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Go back to the third master's house."
"There were four adults and one child in the group, all wearing bamboo hats."
"Looks like he's dressed like a gangster."
The third master waved the feather fan in his hand, thought for a moment and said, "You don't sound like a local."
"Jiehuang Mountain has a radius of hundreds of miles, and no one knows it."
"They dare to go up the mountain. Could it be that they have something important to do?"
After saying that, he looked at the head master, who was also stunned: "What the third brother means is that it may be related to Yun'er's disappearance?"
The Third Master didn't nod or shake his head, but said solemnly: "In any case, it's better to let them go up the mountain first."
"Third brother is right, no one dares to go up the mountain to cause trouble."
On both sides of the hall, several other heads also nodded.
'One Leaf' groaned and finally nodded: "Well, the third brother is right."
"I'd like to see what they do."
After speaking, he turned to the men at the outpost and said, "Let them come up."
…
Agua rubbed his nose. The smell on the roof of the thatched temple came from the mountain.
The group of people followed behind and soon reached the halfway point of the mountain.
"Someone."
Li Chen's ears twitched slightly. Although the other party tried his best to hide his whereabouts, he still couldn't escape his ears.
Everyone heard the words but didn't notice it at all. They couldn't help but look around among the rocks and grass on the mountain.
But it was Monk Yehui who discovered the clues and said loudly: "Everyone, we have no ill intentions."
As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding grass rustled, and soon a strong man holding a machete parted the grass.
They didn't expect that the other party would discover them so quickly.
At that moment, he no longer concealed himself and walked out from the grass, surrounding the five people.
"Ahem."
"Where did you guys come from? How dare you trespass into the wilderness!"
At this time, the monk Xinguang clasped his fists and responded: "Dear heroes, we are just travelers in the past. We have admired the name of Jie Huangshan for a long time, so we want to come and pay our respects."
When the strong man at the head heard this, his face was full of disbelief.
He widened his eyes, glanced over the five people, and muttered: "Mysterious and sneaky."
Li Chen also took the opportunity to look at a few people. Although the luck on his head was the most ordinary white, it was gleaming in the white and not contaminated by any evil spirit. This was a sign of stable luck.
This shows that the righteous bandits on this mountain are not heinous people.
Immediately, he took off the bamboo hat on his head, revealing his bare head, and said with a smile: "Amitabha."
"The poor monk Li Chen has met all the donors."
The strong man was initially wary, but when he saw a naked monk under his hat, he was stunned for a moment.
"Why is it a monk?"
Although he did not believe in Buddhism, he still honestly put away the sword on his shoulder.
"Amitabha."
Several other people also took off their hats, revealing their bare heads.
"They are all monks!"
The strong man's eyes widened.
This was somewhat beyond his expectation.
"Ahem, since we are all masters, it couldn't be better."
"Come take a walk up the mountain with me."
…
Soon the five people followed the bandits along the mountain path and arrived at the Juyi Hall on the top of the mountain.
At this time, the numerous footsteps were heard in the Juyi Hall, and all the heads secretly thought: Here they come.
Sure enough, the next moment, a group of people walked in.
"Monk?"
The first master was also stunned for a moment, sat up straight from his seat, and couldn't help but look at the third master next to him.
This was obviously beyond the expectations of the third master. He lightly fanned his goose feather fan a few times and asked: "Where do you masters come from?"
"We are all disciples of Buddhism, it doesn't matter where we come from."
"Well, in that case, what is the purpose of all the mages going up the mountain?"
Monk Xinguang has the art of divination and calculation. Whenever he meets a stranger, he is accustomed to make calculations based on the "One Palm Sutra".
After just two breaths, the fate of several people in the hall had been calculated by him.
Immediately, the corners of his mouth raised, and he replied: "I'm here for the sake of the child."
As soon as these words came out, the sound of "clang" metal friction came and went.
All the masters have already drawn their weapons.
"Okay, it's you who kidnapped the child!"
"You are so brave that you dare to come and provoke me."
"This is not taking the barren mountains of our world seriously."
The monks were about to explain, but the other party didn't seem to want to give them a chance to explain.
I saw a man with a fierce face on the third seat to the right of 'One Leaf', after shaking the golden knife in his hand, he shouted: "Take it!"
Before he finished speaking, dozens of minions jumped out from all directions, each holding a weapon, and started to catch several people one after another.
These people all have great cultivation skills, so they don't have the slightest fear.
Just when they were about to take action.
Monk Xinguang suddenly turned to the young man at the bottom on the left side of the platform, put his hands together in a salute, and said with a smile: "It takes ten years of longing and separation to get even a little bit of luck from the gods."
As Monk Xinguang recited two lines of limerick, the young man suddenly stood up with excitement on his face: "How do you know this poem!"
Immediately, his mind changed rapidly, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's you!"
"The eminent monk Tao'er mentioned is you!"
"Amitabha."
Monk Xinguang nodded slightly: "It's just the poor monk."
"It's really you!"
The young man's eyes were slightly red. Seeing that the other party admitted his identity, he turned directly to the big boss on the high platform and said: "Brother, there is a misunderstanding!"
"This is a misunderstanding!"
All the heroes couldn't help but be curious when they saw the ninth brother's eyes suddenly turned red and his expression was excited.
"Ninth brother, do you know these monks?" Yi Yiweng said.
The young man nodded: "It is true that we have been friends for a long time."
After that, I recounted what happened in the letter a few years ago.
It turns out that this young man is none other than the childhood sweetheart of Mrs. Six, owner Zheng of the inn.
He is also the biological father of Boss Zheng’s son.
Just now, Monk Xinguang used the "Dharma Palm Sutra" to instantly calculate the details of the man in front of him.
