"I haven't seen the host for a long time. I wonder where he is now?" Chen Yuan said, staring closely at the green-robed monk, observing his face and subtle movements.
"Host..."
The green-robed monk was silent for a moment and whispered:
"The host is currently studying Buddhism and has not been out of seclusion for more than a year."
"Retreat..."
Chen Yuan's eyes flickered:
"I don't know where I am in seclusion? I haven't been out of seclusion for such a long time. Isn't it possible that no one is going to investigate?"
"The host is in retreat in the back mountain. Now all the affairs in the temple are under the control of the master who oversees the temple. We have no right to interfere..." the green-robed monk said softly.
"Back mountain..."
Chen Yuan murmured, but his heart moved.
No wonder he found nothing after wandering around the temple for so long. It turns out there is a back mountain!
Perhaps the real secret is hidden there.
"Master, may I ask where the back mountain is?"
Ci'en Temple is not located on a mountain, so naturally there is no back mountain. Chen Yuan felt that "back mountain" might just be a title.
The green-robed monk said directly on his face:
"Almsgiver Chen, this is a secret in our temple. Please forgive me for this poor monk..."
Chen Yuan handed over a tael of silver.
"this..."
The green-robed monk had some hesitation on his face. He wanted to reach out and take the silver, but he seemed to be afraid of something.
Seeing the monk's confusion, Chen Yuan smiled, took out another two taels of silver from his arms and handed it over.
The green-robed monk gritted his teeth, quickly put away the money, and pointed in the direction of the main hall:
"There is a small temple next to the main hall. There is a door in the temple. When you open the door, you can see the road to the back mountain. The back mountain was named by the first abbot, but it was actually used to punish monks who violated the rules in the temple, and... ..”
"And a place for retreat and practice."
Chen Yuan nodded and put one hand on his chest:
"Thank you, Master, for informing me. Chen is grateful."
The green-robed monk lowered his head and started sweeping the floor again:
"As long as Almsgiver Chen doesn't tell me that the poor monk told me about the back mountain, I will be grateful."
"It's natural."
Chen Yuan nodded, then turned around and took Wang Ping back to the main hall.
After Chen Yuan and Wang Ping completely disappeared from sight, the green-robed monk raised his head and whispered:
"This dirty place is finally going to disappear."
...
When we returned to the main hall, the men, women, and children who had worshiped before had left, and a new group of believers had replaced them. The monk who used to collect money stood aside with a cold face and looked at the people who knelt down to pray indifferently.
There was no trace of compassion on his face.
Chen Yuan glanced at him and Wang Ping nodded calmly and walked towards the monk, while Chen Yuan calmly approached a small temple next to the main hall.
The door of the small temple is open, and there is no Arhat or Bodhisattva worshiped. It does not look like a building in a temple, but more like a small dilapidated house.
Chen Yuan stepped in, looked around, and placed his eyes on a rag curtain, which was hung very abruptly on the wall and was incompatible with the other bare curtains.
"Wow."
Chen Yuan opened the curtain and his pupils shrank.
What appeared in front of him was a winding path, blocked by a jungle. After hesitating for a moment, Chen Yuan did not choose to go in.
Green light flashed in his eyes, and his heavenly eye opened.
Chen Yuan frowned. In his eyes, there was nothing special about it. It was not like the marrow-cleansing spirit beads that glowed with light before he noticed.
"Is it too far away?"
Chen Yuan thought, maybe this is the possibility.
But even so, Chen Yuan did not choose to investigate.
After taking a long breath, Chen Yuan lowered the curtain. Suddenly, his ears moved, and a burst of footsteps of varying heights came into his ears.
"What do you do? Why do you want to come in here?"
A dull voice came from behind.
Chen Yuan turned around calmly and said:
"I saw a small temple here and wanted to burn incense."
Turning around, what appeared in front of Chen Yuan was a fat bald monk with a ring scar on his head and a deep scar at the corner of his eye.
Seems a bit sinister.
"Burn incense and go to the main hall. Pilgrims from outside the temple are not allowed to enter." The fat monk whispered.
"Thanks for letting me know."
Chen Yuan smiled and then walked past the fat monk.
The fat monk watched Chen Yuan leave, locked the door, limped with his left leg, turned around and left in one direction.
"Lame! Fatty!"
Chen Yuan's eyes flashed.
It wouldn't matter if it was somewhere else, but it happened to be at Ci'en Temple. This reminded Chen Yuan of the figure of the murderer he had judged from the footprints after the Liu family massacre.
Finally, I found out that after searching the county town for so long, I couldn't find him. It turned out that he had been hiding in Ci'en Temple and his identity was a monk!
There may be coincidences in the world, but there are definitely not so many coincidences!
Based on this guess alone, Chen Yuan can conclude with 100% certainty that Ci'en Temple is the home base of the Wusheng Sect in Ping'an County!
Even if Mr. Zhang comes, Chen Yuan can still handle it.
After discovering the lame man, Chen Yuan did not continue to stay in Ci'en Temple. Instead, he took Wang Ping and left quickly to avoid alerting some people.
This is a critical moment, and Chen Yuan doesn't want any more trouble!
...
...
The next day,
East of the city.
Sanhe Boxing Gym, backyard.
After discovering the weirdness of Ci'en Temple, Chen Yuan no longer deliberately paid attention to anything. He just had to wait for Master Zhang to come and take action.
Chen Yuan didn't know how strong the Wu Sheng Sect was in Ping'an County, but he thought it was definitely not weak.
After all, one can imagine the strength of being able to directly control a force with a strong Ning Gang leader without letting outsiders notice.
The strong Ning Gang will definitely have them, but I don’t know how many there are. I’m afraid the number of warriors under Ning Gang will be even greater. To touch them with Chen Yuan’s current strength is tantamount to hitting an egg against a stone.
He would not do such an unwise thing.
"Mr. Zhao, please."
Chen Yuan personally poured a cup of tea for Zhao Nanshan.
Zhao Nanshan took the tea with a smile on his face and took a sip:
"I have no choice but to invite Mr. Chen here rashly. Those guys come to me every day. Don't be angry, Mr. Chen."
Chen Yuan smiled:
"What Mr. Zhao said is serious. They need my protection, and they are also sending money to me. How can they be angry?"
"Who in this world would have trouble with Yinzi?"
The reason why I came to Sanhe Boxing Gym today was that several powerful guys from the east of the city wanted to get to know him, but they had no connections of their own. I happened to hear that Sanhe Boxing Gym was protected by Chen Yuan.
He visited Zhao Nanshan several times, which made Zhao Nanshan feel uneasy.
So they sent people to the Yamen to talk to Chen Yuan, and then Chen Yuan weighed it and came.
"That's good..." Zhao Nanshan pointed to the door and said:
"In that case, let them in?"
Chen Yuan nodded slightly, smiled at Wang Ping next to him and said:
"Open the door and let the bad air from outside blow in."
