After only staying one night at Lantian Villa, Wang Yi left in a hurry. He didn't even ask Jin Wuming who the woman in the white dress was?
He would not ask Xiaoguang about Murong Shuyu's current situation.
It was almost time to return to the inn, and Qin Xiangyu was sitting at the counter in a daze.
When I saw Wang Yi coming back from outside, I couldn't help but ask, "How was it? Have you seen that guy Ah Jue? Will he come back to see me?"
Shaking his head, Wang Yi found a table by the window and sat down.
He shouted from a distance: "Brother Amu, bring me a pot of spring tea. I'll invite you to come over and have a rest. We can't let this shopkeeper treat you like a cow or a horse."
Qin Xiangyu was stunned, looked at Wang Yi and said, "You really surprised me. You just went out once, and when you came back, you took care of my guy."
"You are overthinking. I am here for Ah Jue...oh, no, it should be Jin Wuming who is sending you the message."
Wang Yi looked at Amu who was coming over with a tea tray and said, "Jin Yuanming asked me to tell you the shopkeeper that if she doesn't find a guy to help you, he will come to trouble the shopkeeper."
When Amu heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "So, you went to Lantian Villa yesterday?"
Qin Xiangyu also got out of the counter, came over and sat in front of Wang Yi, picked up the teapot and filled the cup.
Wang Yi said: "This is just one of them. The second thing is that I would like the shopkeeper to calculate his ten years' salary and give it back to my nephew Xiaoguang."
When Qin Xiangyu heard this, he couldn't help but ask: "Why should I listen to you, and why should I give Ajue's wages to that child? Where are the others?"
Li Xiuyuan also asked: "Why?"
Sighing, Wang Yi said: "I can't tell you two, you just need to understand that Jin Wuming is willing to give Xiaoguang his wages for the past ten years."
Qin Xiangyu sighed and said quietly: "Why does he want to leave all of a sudden?"
She didn't worry about who should settle Ajue's wages. She also believed in Wang Yi's character. Since this guy was going to have a decisive battle with Jian Shisan back then...
Suddenly, she thought of something.
So he stepped forward and looked at Wang Yi and asked: "Tell me, do you want to fight again? Where? I'm going to..."
"I heard from Xiaoguang that Jin Wuming left because a woman went to cause trouble in Yingyue Tower, and Yingyue Tower is the property of the boss of the Longhu Gang..."
After taking a sip of tea, Wang Yi chuckled: "As for if you want to see our life-and-death contract, then let's settle the wages first."
"The ten-year agreement, the battle of life and death, is interesting."
After hearing this, Amu turned and walked to the kitchen. With the shopkeeper here, it was not his turn to talk. It was his duty to work honestly.
Qin Xiangyu sighed and asked, "Where is that guy Xiaoguang?"
"He should have gone to see his mother yesterday."
Wang Yi looked at Qin Xiangyu and said seriously: "You are open for serious business. Don't deduct Ajue's wages. He doesn't care, but Xiaoguang's mother is not a fuel-efficient lamp."
Listening to his words, Qin Xiangyu's eyes were a little confused.
She looked at him and asked seriously: "Who is Xiaoguang? Who is her mother? What is the relationship between Xiaoguang and Ah Jue?"
Shaking his head, Wang Yi looked at Qin Xiangyu and smiled bitterly: "If you don't want Hongchen Inn to become the next Yingyue Tower, it's best not to ask anything and know nothing."
"Tch! Make him look like a high official in the palace."
Qin Xiangyu said calmly: "My junior sister is still here..." After thinking about it, Qin Xiangyu finally did not tell Wang Yi about Dui'er.
Perhaps in her opinion, this was completely unnecessary.
Wang Yi looked at her and warned: "Don't be too naive. There are some people you can mess with, and there are some people you must not touch. Trust me."
"Okay, I won't ask anymore." Qin Xiangyu waved his hand and continued to ask: "Now, can you tell me when you will renew the life-and-death agreement you made ten years ago?"
Wang Yi stretched out his hand and said, "Bring me the money first."
…
The spring breeze blew and blew, blowing the string of copper bells on the Buddhist hall of Baima Temple.
There was a crisp sound in the wind, whether it was to entertain guests from afar or to disturb the host's mood.
Sitting quietly in the Buddhist hall, Wang Yi looked at the honest monk in front of him, couldn't help shaking his head, and then smiled lightly.
Said: "I originally thought that after ten years of no news from you, you had died by the woods."
The honest monk looked a little lonely, looked at him and shook his head.
After a moment, he clapped his hands and said, "I'm the same as you. At first I thought you died under the sword of Jian Shisan, but later I heard that that guy had died before you went there..."
Wang nodded and said, "Who knew that we were all deceived by him? He actually disguised himself as a waiter and hid in an inn in Chang'an City for ten years."
"He was really cruel to himself. For ten years, he actually hid in that inn and was the most ordinary waiter."
Wang Yi looked at the slightly frowning honest old Shang and said with a smile: "You won't tell me that you have been reciting sutras in the temple honestly for the past ten years, right?"
The honest monk looked at him and smiled lightly.
Pointing to the Buddhist hall, he said: "This temple has been in disrepair for a long time. The monk has been thinking of ways to rebuild the temple over the years. Do you want to give me some advice?"
Wang Yi shook his head after hearing this: "Stop, this is a temple, not a palace. Is it possible that you want to make this place as good as a palace?"
Wang Yi lived in Hongfu Temple, and also went to Yuhua Temple because of the Tripitaka incident.
In his view, temples are just places for spiritual practice, and there is no need to build them as magnificently as palaces.
The honest monk did not say his true thoughts, he just sighed softly.
He immediately changed the subject and said: "The bird knows the ambition of the swan. You are not a monk, how can you know the suffering of a monk?"
"Among the monks, you are the thickest and most shameless."
Wang Yi smiled faintly: "Speaking of eminent monks, there is only one in the Tang Dynasty, and that is the Tripitaka monk I know. He has been on the road to obtain and translate scriptures all his life, and you are in front of flowers and under the moon..."
"If the Buddha said that there will be hell and the Buddha's Kingdom in the next life, in my opinion Tripitaka should go to the Buddha's Kingdom, and monk you should go to hell to repay the sins you committed today."
Thinking of the honest monk's romantic past, Wang Yiben wanted to continue to teach him a lesson.
Somehow, when I looked up and saw the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar, I suddenly stopped talking and thought to myself, if you are under his control, what does it have to do with me?
The good-looking and honest monk would never be angry with Wang Yi, and the two of them talked without any hindrance.
After thinking about it, he looked at Wang Yi and asked: "Now that you have come back, what are your plans for the future? Are you going to come to my White Horse Temple to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, or are you going to continue to be proud of the world?"
"Wait until I complete the agreement I made with Jian Shi thirty years ago."
Wang Yi said quietly: "For him, I abandoned the Meteor Sword in the lake of Lantianyuan Villa. Since he is not dead, there must be an explanation for this matter."
The honest monk looked into his eyes and asked: "Where is the decisive battle? Is it still Lantian Villa?"
"No, I thought about it and decided that Lantian Villa was not suitable, so I moved to another place with him."
Wang Yi said in a hoarse voice: "On a full moon night, on the top of the snow mountain..."
When the honest monk heard this, he couldn't help stroking his hands and smiling: "On a full moon night, on the top of the snow-capped mountains... Meteors on a moonlit night, a sword coming from the west, what a place for a decisive battle..."
"It might also be an excellent burial place..." Wang Yi sighed.
Upon hearing this, the honest monk replied quietly: "This battle is no longer about you and Jian Shisan. All the monks in the world are looking forward to this day."
Wang Yi shook his head and said: "I don't care about the world, I just want to give myself an explanation."
"What's the way to say it? You two are living well, that's just one way to say it."
The Honest Monk laughed: "Then you teamed up and played tricks on everyone. Is this what you want to say?"
"That's not the case."
Wang Yi raised his head and looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and said, "He has spent ten years sharpening his sword in the mortal world, and I have been wandering around the world for ten years. It is not easy for everyone."
The honest monk laughed and said: "You are right, but have you ever thought about the monks who wanted to find you and Sword Thirteen back then? How did they get here in the past ten years?"
Wang Yi remained silent.
After a long time, he frowned slightly and said, "What do they think is none of my business? If you want my life, just come over. Even though I don't have the Meteor Sword, I can still kill people!"
Thinking about it, it is not appropriate to say these things about fighting and killing in front of the Bodhisattva.
Wang Yi stood up and said goodbye, waving his hand and saying: "If you want to find someone to drink with, come to Hongchen Inn. I should be there before the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Do you really want to fight? Do you want to use my sword?"
The honest monk thought for a while and replied: "You know I usually like to collect different swords, and it seems that there are still a few that have not been sold."
Wang Yi looked at him and laughed: "No, let's go."
It wasn't until Wang Yi left the Buddhist hall that a long time passed before the honest monk came back to his senses with a pat on his smooth head.
Killing God King Yi actually went out without bringing a sword.
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Meeting ten years later did not bring much joy to Wang Yi.
He didn't know whether it was the honest monk who had changed, or whether he had changed, or whether the place where the two of them were talking was wrong.
Ever since he chatted with Tripitaka in Hongfu Temple, Wang Yi learned a few words of Buddhist teachings and knew that he should have some reverence in front of the Buddha.
Therefore, he cannot lie in the Buddhist hall.
He is different from Jian Shisan. Even though he has wandered across the country for ten years on a pair of straw sandals, he is still the same Wang Yi as before.
Take life and death lightly, and do it if you don't accept it.
He is different from Jian Shisan Jin Buming. Why did that guy say that he has Xiaoguang and a woman in a white dress.
Even if ten years have passed, Wang Yi is still alone.
If there is no one you love, there will be no worries. If there are no worries, there will be no fear when using the sword, even if Jian Shisan transforms into A Jue and has been sharpening the sword for ten years at the Red Dust Inn.
so what? He has traveled more than ten thousand miles with his feet.
With this journey of thousands of miles, it took ten years to sharpen an iron bar without an edge.
After leaving White Horse Temple, Wang Yi did not take a carriage, but walked alone on the streets of Chang'an, thinking about the years when there would be no Longhu Gang.
After robbing the Longhu Gang’s Yeyu Building, who will be destroyed in the end?
Just like he never believed that he was invincible, in his opinion, he would either die in the hands of Jian Shisan or die in the hands of another swordsman tomorrow.
As he walked, it began to drizzle. When he returned to Hongchen Inn, his black shirt and shoes were already soaked.
Qin Xiangyu couldn't help but laugh: "I said you are trying to save money and don't even want to ride in the carriage?"
Wang Yi shook his head, looked at her and said, "Where's the money?"
"It's so boring. I didn't expect you to be a greedy guy." Qin Xiangyu took out a money bag from the counter and threw it to Wang Yi, and then said: "Xiao Guang seems to be back..."
After saying that, a strange smile appeared on his face.
The king weighed the money bag, but did not open it. He just clasped hands with Qin Xiangyu and said, "I will tell you when the time comes."
Qin Xiangyu was stunned, looked at him and said in a daze: "Are you really going to be so desperate? It's been ten years..."
Before she could finish her words, Wang Yi had already passed the counter and headed towards the back yard of the inn.
When he got wet, he wanted to change into a long gown.
"Xiaoguang, where is your mother?" Before he opened the door, Wang Yi looked at Luoying in the backyard and couldn't help shouting.
When he entered the guest room with a clang, he was stunned and speechless.
