Although Master Wuchen is an expert outside the world, he also knows a little bit about the affairs of the world. What's more, he and Ren Xiaoyao are still old friends, so how could he not know his status in the world.
"Oh! In the Jianghu, there is still someone who can hurt Sect Leader Ren?" Master Wuchen was still surprised when he heard that Ren Xiaoyao was really injured.
"There are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the rivers and lakes. There are many people who can hurt me." When Ren Xiaoyao said this, he obviously seemed to be serving his age.
Indeed, no matter how powerful you are in martial arts and whether you dominate the world, you will still be no match for an "old" person in the end. The so-called "old man is still in trouble, but his ambition is thousands of miles", in fact, most of them are just weak-minded.
Ambition does not lie in your age, but your strength lies only in your youth.
With gray hair and gray hair, it is hard to find enough energy.
Master Wuchen felt happy when he heard Ren Xiaoyao say this: "Haha! Master Ren has always been arrogant, but he is rarely humble!"
"When you reach the peak of your skills, you will still be as high as the rest. When you get old, you just get old! You can't accept it." Ren Xiaoyao was very calm, and it was obvious that he had seen through it.
"Seriously, who was the sect master injured by?" Master Wuchen continued to ask.
"It is difficult to describe this matter in detail. In short, it is related to Poisonous Beast Gorge." Tang Mugong continued.
When Master Wuchen heard Tang Mugong's answer, his expression suddenly condensed, as if his mind had returned to a certain year and recalled a past event. After a while, he finally uttered three words: "Gui Daozi. No wonder! No wonder!"
"Thank you, let's take some donors in and have a rest." After a while, Master Wuchen finally came to his senses and remembered that Tang Mugong, Ren Xiaoyao and others were all injured, so he hurriedly ordered Yuan to arrange guest rooms.
Although Liaoyuan is young, he is a very smart and clever boy. He can handle everything arranged by his master properly.
But Master Wuchen looked at Yuan's busy back, but fell into deep thought again, and his face showed a little worry.
Not long after, Liao Yuan had arranged the room, and then he and his master started cooking together. Although they were all vegetarian dishes, the aroma filled the house.
Ren Xiaoyao and the three elders of the Tang Sect are both people with profound skills. Once they stopped running around and just adjusted their breathing in the room for a while, their complexion immediately improved a lot, and they all came out to fast together.
Although Master Wuchen avoids meat and fish, he is not afraid of wine, but he is still a good drinker. This is probably one of the reasons why he seems so unique among monks!
Therefore, in a Buddhist temple, eating vegetarian food and drinking wine is another scene.
A few old people in the world had a great time drinking! Those young people alone seemed a little restrained.
Fast! Everyone quickly went into the house to rest, but Master Wuchen did not sleep peacefully.
He also wants to sit in meditation.
Master Wuchen came to the meditation room, and the young monk was already waiting for him here as usual.
Every night, their master and disciples sit in meditation for at least an hour before falling asleep. This is the rule that Liao Yuan and Master have formed since they came to Guanfo Temple.
The two of them started to fall into samadhi without speaking. Master Wuchen is in front, and Yuanyuan is behind, just like in the past.
Less than half an hour later, Wuchen suddenly spoke: "It's fate, it's cold today, you should go back to your room and sleep early!"
When Liao Yuan heard this, he felt a little surprised. In the past, no matter whether the weather was sunny or cool, their meditation time had never been shortened. Today, there was a sudden change, which made him a little confused.
"Master, I'm not cold." Liaoyuan replied.
"If I ask you to go back, you go back!" Master Wuchen's tone was a bit harsh, which made Liao Yuan feel uncomfortable.
Liao Yuan has already felt that the master's expression is a bit strange today, especially the way he looks at him, as if he is looking at a monster.
"Yes, Master, my disciple is leaving." Liao Yuan was confused, but he still acted as ordered.
After only walking for a moment, Master Wuchen stood up immediately, followed the sound of wind, and left the house as well.
Outside the door, an uninvited guest had arrived. He had low predestined skills, so he couldn't notice it, but Master Wuchen knew it.
Wuchen chased the wind and quickly pushed the man to the edge of the cliff. It seemed that that man's skill was far below that of Master Wuchen.
"Who are you?" Master Wuchen asked softly.
"Uncle, it's me." The man turned around and kowtowed.
"Oh! It's you? What are you doing here?" Wuchen looked a little surprised when he saw the person clearly. This simple sentence seemed to have multiple meanings.
There are good intentions and hostility, but mostly good intentions.
The relationship between the two of them seems unusual.
"I'm here to inform my uncle that my master has discovered your whereabouts. It's not advisable to stay here for a long time." The speaker was a man in his thirties. He had a gloomy air in the night, but he also had a bit of righteousness in his body.
"Why did you do this? Aren't you afraid that your master will kill you?" Master Wuchen asked.
"Hey! I have been expelled from the master by my master." The man sighed in the night wind.
"Ha! After all, you are still different from them. In this life, you are afraid of entering the wrong door." Master Wuchen also raised his head and sighed.
"He is my master. Once a master, he will always be a father. Even if he expels me from his master, he is still my master." The man's tone suddenly became firm.
"My child, why bother! You are destroying yourself." Master Wuchen said regretfully.
"I've made it very clear, he is my master." The man replied.
"Then why did you come to notify me?" Master Wuchen asked puzzledly.
"Because you are my uncle." The man said calmly, obviously he knew what he was doing.
"You know, I'm not afraid of your master." Master Wuchen seemed to find it a bit ridiculous, and the arrogance that had not been shown to be domineering in him for a long time had also come up.
"I'm not afraid that the master will find you, uncle. I'm just afraid that the master will find the young monk. If the master finds the young monk, the master must know what will happen better than me." After finishing speaking, the man jumped up and disappeared into the night. Master Wuchen was left shivering in the night wind.
He was shivering, obviously not from cold but from fear.
He knew clearly that what the man said was exactly what he had always been afraid of.
He remembered the past again. He had been hiding for this thing, just wanting to cover it up in the world. I didn’t want to, but what was supposed to come came anyway.
"What a fate! What a fate! I hope you can escape this disaster!" Master Wuchen looked up at the night sky and sighed in a pleading tone.
If you believe in the theory of destiny, there is it; if you don't believe it, there is none.
Sometimes, people desperately want to change something, but after working hard, they are still unstoppable.
Master Wuchen was half dead, but the thing he wanted to save in his life still ended up being the ending he least wanted to see.
He was powerless to change, so the only thing left was to pray and face it.
