"Lao Na also has a story that he wants to tell the little donor."
Master Yichen said slowly.
About seventy years ago.
Six-year-old Yichen worshiped in Lingshan Temple.
At that time, there were more than ten boys between the ages of six and twelve who came to Lingshan Temple to worship together.
Yichen has extraordinary talent and extraordinary abilities. As soon as he entered Lingshan Temple, he was noticed by a senior monk of Xuankong Academy and became a disciple of Lingshan Temple's Xuankong Academy.
Some other children were not so talented, and some were directly assigned to the handymen's yard.
The disciples of the Miscellaneous Service Academy are responsible for all the miscellaneous affairs of the entire Lingshan Temple.
Among them, there is a young novice monk with the Buddhist name "Yi Ming", who is responsible for cleaning the Sutra Pavilion.
Sixty years have passed by in the blink of an eye.
Yichen has grown into the famous Master Yichen, enjoying high reputation both in Buddhism and in the world.
Ten years ago, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lingshan Temple held the five-year martial arts examination to examine the martial arts progress of its disciples.
In Lingshan Temple, the heads of each academy, as well as senior monks such as Yichen, Yiquan, and Yiwu, were responsible for this examination and instructing the disciples in the temple.
When the exam was at its final stage, a monk in gray clothes came from the sky, landed on the martial arts stage, and challenged the leader of each temple in Lingshan Temple by name.
His name is Yiming.
Just like his name, he is a blockbuster!
After powerfully defeating the five leaders of the temple, Yiming revealed his identity and mocked Lingshan Temple for being ignorant, which made many eminent monks in the temple furious.
Finally, the one-punch monk who was ranked ninth on the Xiaoyao list took action and punched nine times in a row, severely injuring Yiming.
Yiming fled in defeat.
Lingshan Temple sent several eminent monks to hunt him down.
Until five years ago, Master Yichen discovered Yiming's whereabouts and also discovered Chu Xiu who had been frozen in a secret room.
"Yi Ming... turns out to be a sweeping monk."
After listening, Chu Xiu couldn't calm down for a long time.
a long time.
"Where is he now?" Chu Xiu asked slowly.
"Your fate has ended." Master Yichen looked at Chu Xiu and said softly, "When fate arises, we gather together, when fate ends, we disperse. Follow fate."
"What do you mean, master?" Chu Xiu hesitated for a moment, unsure whether the master was implying that Yi Ming had passed away, or whether he was saying that he didn't want him to see Yi Ming again.
Master Yichen looked at Chu Xiu and said slowly: "Have you had a hard time in these years?"
Chu Xiu paused and shook his head, "Junior is pretty good."
"The ice silkworms in the sky are extremely dark and cold, and the cold poison is the most powerful in the world. Even I can't get rid of it." Master Yichen said softly, "In the beginning, I only had some luck when I handed you over to the wine Taoist. Heart."
Chu Xiu remained silent.
The cold poison in one's own body is indeed very torturous.
According to Master Jiu Taoist, it is a miracle to be alive.
"Of the nineteen states in the world, the only person who can really help you solve the problem of cold poison in your body is probably the dean of Suzaku Academy." Master Yichen muttered, "Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. If you can solve the problem of cold poison, your future achievements may be unfathomable. Limited.”
Zhuque Academy is the first academy in the Daqian Dynasty. The dean of the academy is the undisputed number one person in today's world. He is aloof.
The children of the nineteen states in the world are proud to join the Suzaku Academy. If they can become a disciple of the dean, they are destined to rise to great heights.
Chu Xiu nodded and said: "The wine Taoist said the same thing. After meeting Master Yichen, I will rush to Chang'an City."
"Go." Master Yichen closed his eyes.
Chu Xiu clasped his hands together, performed a Buddha salute to Master Yichen, turned around and left.
I felt a little disappointed.
He knew the story of the sweeping monk Yiming, but he was unable to verify it himself.
Some things have become obsessions.
Outside the Zen room.
Xia Qingshan hesitated for a long time, but finally did not speak and asked Lingshan Temple for help.
He inherited the position of the head of the Xia family, and naturally he had to bear some of the grudges of the older generation.
"Instead of asking Lingshan Temple to take action, it is better to ask my uncle."
Xia Qingshan secretly thought.
Glancing at the door of the Zen room, I felt helpless.
He knows better than others how powerful his uncle is as a wine Taoist.
Because of this, he really couldn't figure out why his uncle thought that a weak young man with no power to restrain himself could solve the problem of the medicine forest?
That's the Red Flame Clam!
"Does my uncle think that this guy has developed the hand speed by drawing his sword three thousand times a day and can hit the Red Flame Clam?"
On the way back to Zhikeyuan,
"Is the negotiation settled?" Xia Qingshan asked calmly.
"Um."
Chu Xiu hummed lightly and said nothing more.
Returning to Zhike Courtyard and meeting up with Jiang Rou and Xia Chuxue, Xia Qingshan said directly: "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it when we get home."
"good."
Jiang Rou and Xia Chuxue temporarily suppressed their curiosity.
Accompanied by Faqing, a monk in yellow, the four of them left together.
Leave the temple gate and walk slowly along the way you came.
Xia Qingshan, Jiang Rou, and Xia Chuxue glanced at Chu Xiu from time to time.
They were all quite curious about the conversation between Chu Xiu and Master Yichen.
When they reached the foot of the mountain, two people walked towards them: a burly middle-aged man and a young man who looked unruly.
"Master." The first time he saw this burly man, Xia Qingshan's eyes flashed with light, and he already made a judgment in his heart.
"Good wine."
The burly man sniffed gently and praised.
"Where did you get the wine?" The young man standing next to the burly man looked curiously at Xia Qingshan and Chu Xiu.
Xia Qingshan, Jiang Rou, and Xia Chuxue were also a little confused. As they looked at each other, their eyes all fell on the book box that Chu Xiu had been carrying.
"Little friend, I wonder if you can give me a bottle of wine?" The burly man looked at Chu Xiu and asked with a smile.
Chu Xiu looked calm and said calmly: "My wine is not something ordinary people can drink."
"Do I look like an ordinary person?" The burly man smiled boldly.
"I don't know your senior's surname?" At this time, Xia Qingshan couldn't help but ask.
"Meng Tiangang." The burly man said directly.
"Meng Tiangang..." Xia Qingshan and Jiang Rou's expressions changed.
"Tenth on the Xiaoyao Ranking, Meng Tiangang is the best with both fists and palms." Xia Chuxue's eyes widened.
She had heard of Meng Tiangang.
Tenth on the Xiaoyao list, with both fists and palms!
The Xiaoyao Ranking, like the Fuyao Ranking, is also promulgated by Tianji Pavilion. Those on the list are all the most powerful people in today's world.
"Hehe, how about it, am I qualified to drink your wine?" Meng Tiangang looked at Chu Xiu and said with a smile.
Chu Xiu hesitated and reached out to take down the book box behind him.
When Xia Qingshan, Jiang Rou, and Xia Chuxue saw that the bookcases were all full of gourds and wine bottles, their faces were a little twitchy. At the same time, they were all sure that Chu Xiu must be the disciple of the wine Taoist.
Probably only a disciple of a wine Taoist would hide so much wine in a bookcase.
"It's better to take it easy." Chu Xiu took out a small white gourd from the corner of the bookcase.
"You kid, you are so stingy." Meng Tiangang said dissatisfied, "A box full of good wine, you give me the worst one?"
Chu Xiu's eyelids twitched, but before he could speak, a black gourd in the book box rose out of thin air and flew directly into Meng Tiangang's hands.
"Don't..." Chu Xiu only had time to say one word before Meng Tiangang opened the stopper of the gourd and drank heavily.
