Jing Yun raised the wine jar in front of him and poured a glass for Gu Chensha.
Gu Chensha smiled and drank, slowly shaking the empty wine glass again.
"This bastard..." Chu Xiu just started to curse, but Wen Yi interrupted, "Stop talking nonsense, pour him a drink quickly. If he doesn't say anything after you finish pouring, we will go grab the bride tomorrow!"
Gu Chensha's eyelids twitched fiercely.
"Good idea." Chu Xiu immediately raised the wine jar and poured a glass of Wangyou wine for Gu Chensha.
"That man came from the Yin Yang Holy Cult, and his name was Dugu Ye." As he said that, Gu Chensha drank the wine in the cup again, and then he lay straight on his back on the ground, drunk and fell asleep.
The four people at the wine table, Chu Xiu, Jing Yun, Huitong and Wen Yi, looked at each other in confusion.
"No more?" Chu Xiu was stunned.
"Gone."
Gu Chensha replied as if he was dreaming.
"Is this bastard playing tricks on us?" Wen Yi frowned.
"Yin Yang Holy Sect, Dugu Ye...he only said these two pieces of information." Huitong muttered.
"Wake him up?" Chu Xiu suggested.
"Forget it." Jing Yun said softly, "This should involve Xiaochuan's pain point. Lao Gu probably wants to say it, but feels it is not convenient to say it."
"Then this will make us unable to succeed?" Chu Xiu was a little irritated. It was like listening to gossip, only hearing half of it; when watching the best part of a movie, the screen went black!
It was so torturous.
Huitong took a sip of tea and said, "Lao Gu is getting married tomorrow, so let's give him some face."
Chu Xiu glanced at Huitong sideways, "You want to say that when he waits for his bridal chamber, we will block the door of the new house and prevent him from entering?"
"This is what you said and has nothing to do with me." Huitong said leisurely.
"Good idea." Wen Yi smiled.
"Let's keep drinking." Jing Yun poured himself a glass of wine.
"..."
The four of them continued to drink, and soon Jingyun and Wen Yi also became drunk one after another.
"Aren't you going to drink some?" Chu Xiu glanced at Huitong. This monk only drinks tea and eats vegetarian dishes, so naturally he won't get drunk.
Huitong shook his head and said softly: "This time when I returned to Lingshan Temple, I met Master Yiming's uncle."
"Yi Ming?" Chu Xiu paused.
The sweeping monk Yiming was the one who truly led Chu Xiu on the path of cultivation...even though he treated Chu Xiu as a medicine man.
Even now, Chu Xiu can still remember the shock he felt when he first saw the sweeping monk Yiming.
"Didn't Divine Monk Yichen say that he is dead?" Chu Xiu frowned.
Huitong glanced at Chu Xiu, "Master Yichen's uncle seems to have only said that your fate with him has ended, and did not mention his life or death."
Chu Xiu thought about it and realized that the Yichen Divine Monk did not mention the life and death of the sweeping monk Yiming at that time.
"He knows me?" Chu Xiu asked.
He, of course, refers to the sweeping monk Yiming.
"There are very few people in the nineteen states in this world who don't know you." Huitong said softly.
"What I mean is, does he know that Mr. Thirteen of Suzaku Academy, whose reputation has spread throughout the nineteen states, is the medicine man he once selected." Chu Xiu said in a dull voice.
Huitong smiled and said, "What do you think?"
"He must know." Chu Xiu hummed, "What does he have in mind?"
Huitong was silent for a moment and took a sip of tea, "I met him in the cave on the wall of Lingshan Mountain. He asked me about your situation, and I told him a few things.
Then, he told me about his relationship with you, and finally asked me to help pass a message to you. "
"What are you talking about?" Chu Xiu took a sip of Wangyou wine, and his voice couldn't help but become a little hoarse.
At this moment, his mood was actually very complicated.
He couldn't even tell whether he hated the sweeping monk Yiming or not.
Now his life seems to have nothing to do with the sweeping monk Yiming, and he himself is about to forget this person.
But as soon as someone mentioned Yiming, he couldn't stay calm.
"Master Yiming's uncle said..." Huitong looked at Chu Xiu and imitated the demeanor and tone of the sweeping monk Yiming, "Xiu'er, you must keep the treasure that I left in your body for my master.
It won't be long before your teacher comes to you and continues to teach you the path to invincible immortality. "
Chu Xiu's face stiffened slightly, he stared at Huitong, and sneered: "Other than that, what did he say?"
Huitong shook his head, "He closed his mouth and didn't say another word."
"Ha~." Chu Xiu sneered, "It seems that he is very confident."
"Before coming here, I asked Master Yichen about his situation." Huitong said softly, "Master Yichen said that Master Yiming had gone crazy long ago, and now he is delirious."
"Unconscious?" Chu Xiu frowned, "Since he is unconscious, how could he know that you know me?"
"This is also my doubt." Huitong said, "The uncle of Master Yiming I saw was shackled, but he didn't look like he was possessed.
When I asked about Master Yichen's uncle, Master Yichen's uncle didn't say much about it. "
"I'll go see him when I have time in the future." Chu Xiu took a sip of Wangyou wine and whispered, "Some grudges must be settled clearly in the end."
"It's up to you." Huitong took a sip of ambergris tea, and the image of Master Yiming's uncle when he spoke appeared in his mind, and he was in a trance for a moment.
Chu Xiu was also in a trance, recalling the time spent with Yiming, the sweeping monk.
After a long time.
"If he really regarded me as his disciple, I'm afraid I would have a different fate now, right?" Chu Xiu said softly, seeming melancholy, open-minded, ridiculing, and regretful.
Some people and some things, just like first love, are always so beautiful at the beginning that they will be unforgettable, but at the end, they make people disappointed, resentful, and even deliberately forgotten in the end.
Chu Xiu was not drunk, but he also lay down.
Hearing the sweeper's cry again made him feel waned.
Pei Yiren came from a distance, and under Huitong's gaze, he gently helped Chu Xiu away.
Huitong looked at the remaining Wangyou wine on the table, his right hand trembling slightly.
After returning to Lingshan Temple from Florida, he voluntarily admitted to drinking and eating meat, and took the initiative to enter the wall-facing cave to be punished.
In the cave facing the wall, he had been thinking about one thing.
Does Buddha really exist?
If so, should He exist?
Emperor Daqianwu drove Buddhism to Fozhou, which frustrated the spread of Buddhism in the Central Plains. At the same time, Fozhou became the true holy land in the minds of all monks in the Central Plains.
But this time when he went to Florida, it was really hard for Huitong to think of Florida as a holy land for Buddhism.
Although, there are powerful Buddha spirits there.
…
It's getting daylight.
The entire Liman City was covered with a fiery red color.
The chief's daughter is getting married, which is a great event for the entire Liman tribe.
Since it is a happy event, it is natural to wear festive clothes.
Even Huitong changed into a festive red robe under the coercion of Gu Chensha, Chu Xiu, Meng Xiaochuan and others.
Six people stood together, all wearing festive red clothes.
The only difference is that there is a big red flower in full bloom on the chest of the groom, Gu Shensha.
"Let's go get the kiss!"
Gu Chensha waved and jumped onto a handsome horse with a high-spirited and heroic smile on his face.
Chu Xiu, Jing Yun, Huitong, Wen Yi, and Meng Xiaochuan each also mounted a horse, with smiles on their faces.
A group of six people rode out of the ancient mansion.
