Xiaoguang stopped talking after hearing this and just nodded.
Wang Yi chuckled, picked up the teacup in front of him and replied, "Tell me, you know I owe all the debts I have."
Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly: "Interesting."
The honest monk sighed and said with a wry smile: "This matter must start from Luoyang. Didn't I go to the palace to renovate the White Horse Temple..."
The whole story was that the Honest Monk entered the palace of the Eastern Capital at the invitation of the Empress of the Tang Dynasty.
Not to mention the private grudges and feelings between the two.
The purpose of Monk Lao Shi's trip was indeed to raise funds for repairing the White Horse Temple, but the Empress did not agree to the Monk's request because the Eastern Capital had just been relocated.
But after a compromise, he said that he would wait for a few years to accumulate some money and food in the treasury before mentioning the matter again.
The honest monk also knew the difficulties between the emperor and the empress, and did not stubbornly dwell on the matter. After all, the empress had already spoken, and he was willing to wait a few more years.
After all, this is not a trivial matter and requires a lot of money.
Xiaoguang and Wuyi were confused when they heard this. Only Amu sighed silently in his heart and did not speak.
After all, this matter is related to Jue'er and a lot of bad things that happened in the Tang Dynasty later.
Moreover, he had told Juier at the beginning that he ignored everything in the dynasty. Even if the sky fell, that would be retribution and had nothing to do with him.
Wang Yi sighed. He naturally knew that the monk wanted to repair the White Horse Temple, but he was not a rich man. He did not have the financial resources to help the monk like the big shopkeeper of the Longhu Gang.
Thinking of this, he even glanced at Xiaoguang.
After thinking for a while, he said: "How about asking your mother to help the monk?"
Xiaoguang was startled, looked at him and shook his head: "I don't have the ability, how about I take you to see her, and you tell her yourself, she will probably listen to you."
Are you kidding me? Murong Shuyu has never been used to Xiaoguang since she was a child.
This is why Xiaoguang would rather follow Wang Yi than follow my mother.
He also knew that his mother might have made a lot of money after taking over the big shopkeeper's territory, but so what, he still didn't dare and didn't want to ask Murong Shuyu for money.
This is his principle. Unless he is so poor that he has nothing to eat, he will go back occasionally.
After Jin Wuming came back alive from Lantian Villa, and after Wang Yi returned to Chang'an, Murong Shuyu didn't bother to care about his son's whereabouts.
She simply threw Xiaoguang to Wang Yi. In her opinion, Wang Yi owed her this.
The honest monk looked at the two of them and sighed: "This matter is the monk's business, so I don't need you two to worry about it."
After leaving the palace in Dongdu, the honest monk had no intention of staying in Luoyang, so he rode his horse back to Chang'an.
After leaving the imperial city and walking for two hours, I saw that I was getting farther and farther away from Luoyang and getting closer to Chang'an when I suddenly heard the sound of a fight outside a mountain forest.
Looking up, it turned out that a group of escort vehicles was passing by, not wanting to be targeted by bandits.
One of the escort cars had a escort flag with a big "王" embroidered on the front.
The honest monk took a look and found out that it was the famous Wang's Escort Bureau in Chang'an, and was treated as a passing fat sheep by the bandits here.
You must know that with this escort flag, no one within a radius of 500 miles around Chang'an dares to attack the Wang family escort team.
This escort flag means that the Wang family has a total of eighteen escort agencies in the northwest.
This is an escort agency that concerns the wealth of hundreds or even thousands of people. No matter who dares to touch the goods escorted by the Wang family's bodyguards, hundreds of bodyguards and monks will probably come out to pursue the murderer.
This is also the reason why Wangjia Escort Agency can stand for a hundred years.
The honest monk passing by did not expect that even in such a escort agency, bandits would dare to come and make plans.
From a distance, I saw a group of masked men in black rushing into the escort carriage. One of the men in black chopped off the horse of an escort with a knife.
Not counting this, there were nearly eighty men in black, more than twice as many as the bodyguards.
A group of bandits dressed in black immediately surrounded the escort team, and a fight was inevitable.
And with an old shout, all the black-clothed bandits suddenly stopped.
Before the old man's voice could even finish, thunder struck in the sky, followed by torrential rain.
A summer rainstorm comes just as quickly as these bandits do.
The bodyguards of the Wang's Bodyguard Agency didn't care about the sudden rainstorm, but stared blankly at the bandit boss in front of them who looked like a murderous god.
An old man in black, an old man who killed the most powerful bodyguard among them.
They never imagined that there were such desperate bandits near Chang'an who would dare to rob the Wang family's escort team.
Seeing that the most powerful leading escort in the escort team was dead, the remaining dozen escorts were ashen-faced, their clothes were soaked by the rain, and their whole bodies were shaking.
The honest monk couldn't help but sigh when he saw the scene in front of him. He rode forward and was in front of the bandits in a blink of an eye.
In his opinion, if he doesn't take action, these guys will immediately become the dead souls of the bandits.
Seeing the honest monk who suddenly appeared in front of everyone, a group of escorts shouted as if they had seen a savior.
"Master, help me, we are the bodyguards of the Wang family in Chang'an!"
"Monk, please save us. Our master will thank you deeply!"
The honest monk looked at the group of frightened bodyguards and shook his head, thinking that you have lived a good life for too long. You never thought that there are bandits in this world who are not afraid of the Wang family, right?
And a group of bandits became even more arrogant when they saw that only a monk had arrived.
In their eyes, they are the most powerful bandit. Wherever there is fat in their mouth, another monk can snatch it away.
Before the bandit boss, the old man dressed in black and with a face as thin as firewood, could say anything.
During the heavy rain, a bandit shouted: "Damn it, kill this monk first!"
Then there was a sound of "唃! 锃!". Seventy or eighty swords were unsheathed in the rain and amid bursts of thunder, and they were all aimed at the frowning honest monk.
In the eyes of a group of escorts, the monk on horseback would be killed before them in the next moment. Their grudges and hatreds in this life will also become a thing of the past.
Is there anything that a lunatic old man with a group of wolf-like bandits can't do?
The skinny old man laughed and said: "A monk also wants to block our way of getting rich and is looking for death!"
And more than a dozen bodyguards were already crying in front of the old bodyguard lying in a pool of blood. This was the oldest and most experienced bodyguard in the Wang Family Bodyguard Agency.
I didn't want to go out this time and die in the hands of bandits here.
The honest monk had already rushed into a group of bandits holding swords, and without seeing what he did, he had already snatched a sword from the bandits.
He slashed randomly like a Buddhist King Kong, and in an instant, more than a dozen black-clothed bandits fell under his sword.
For a moment, the rolling blood merged with the heavy rain falling from the sky, and washed away like a stream on the muddy ground.
With a bang, the remaining bandits scattered in all directions, and a few more fell down as they ran slowly.
In just the blink of an eye, the honest monk had killed more than twenty bandits.
With the long sword in hand, the honest monk looked at the withered old man and said slowly: "I didn't expect that the big shopkeeper is dead, but you guys still don't give up..."
There was no need for the wizened old man to introduce himself. The honest monk recognized this guy at a glance as the unknown old man from the Longhu Gang and the number one killer under the big shopkeeper.
The honest monk at the moment did not know that the fingers of one of the unknown old man's hands had been cut off in half by Jin Wuming.
Therefore, the current unknown old man has lost half of his martial arts, otherwise he would have fought hard with the honest monk.
Looking at the group of men scattering in all directions, the unknown old man said: "I can't believe that you actually recognize me?"
In the old man's heart, the moment he left the Longhu Gang, he knew that the big shopkeeper might have no way to take down Ye Yulou.
Because that young man unexpectedly waited for a god of death, a god of death who had disappeared for ten years.
Once the Meteor Sword King takes action, sooner or later the Longhu Gang will be overthrown by Ye Yulou.
Unexpectedly, before Wang Yi could take action, the young master of Lantian Villa, who had been dead for ten years, came back to life and actually beheaded the boss for a masked woman.
Fortunately, he had already left by that time.
Otherwise, he is afraid that he will die in front of the big shopkeeper.
Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but sigh and said leisurely: "I didn't expect that there are still people in Chang'an City who remember me, the unknown old man, haha."
The honest monk pointed at the group of escorts in front of him and said coldly: "Let them go, I can pretend that I didn't meet you today."
The unknown old man shook his head and said: "Impossible."
"Not to mention whether these bodyguards can recognize me, but you have already drunk me to death. Moreover, you killed more than twenty of my men. You cannot erase this debt with just one word."
The honest monk looked at a group of escorts, standing there motionless with no expression on their faces.
According to Buddhism, death is the beginning of life. Monk Lao Shi has practiced Buddhism for many years and naturally understands this truth.
However, the nameless old man in front of him obviously did not want to talk to him about the principles of Buddhism, nor did he want to talk to him about the principles of the human world.
So he got angry, looked at the old man and said coldly: "In that case, let's take action!"
After thinking for a while, he said again: "Remember, once I take action, I will show no mercy. Either you die or I die!"
In fact, there is not much difference between the honest monk and Wang Yi. Both of them like to fight hard, otherwise they would not become good friends in life.
It's just that Honest Monk has one more hobby than Wang Yi, and that is beauties in the world.
For this reason, Wang Yi scolded him many times, saying that one day he would die in the hands of a woman.
The unknown old man smiled bitterly and said, "I don't seem to have a choice when I meet you!"
The heavy summer rain fell from the sky like an arrow, hitting the two people's heads and flowing down the face of the unknown old man like a dead branch.
The honest monk couldn't see clearly for a moment whether the old man's expression was sad or happy?
However, he didn't need to look, because he also understood that since the old man chose to take action, he was going to kill him in the mud beside the woods in the rainstorm.
"I'm coming!" In a startling moment, the unknown old man held a long sword with his hand wearing a pair of iron gloves and slashed at the honest monk!
Originally, the unknown old man's pair of eagle claws were weapons, but he didn't expect that he was actually forced to become a swordsman by Jin Wuming.
However, this is the first time that the honest monk has fought against the unknown old man. How can he care whether the opponent is using a knife or a sword?
The moment the old man struck with his sword, the old monk instinctively raised his sword to meet him in a startled manner, leaped away from his horse, and kicked the horse.
The horse was in pain and immediately ran towards the woods.
In the eyes of the unknown old man, his wave of the hand was a sword that the monk could not resist!
This sword condensed 60% of his skill. He didn't believe that a monk could take this move from him!
Who wins and who loses can only be known after the swords in their hands collide...
In just a moment, there was a huge noise in the rainstorm.
The two long swords clashed in the air and made a thunderous sound. A group of bodyguards and bandits covered their ears in an instant.
The unknown old man drew his sword as fast as lightning. He thought he could knock down the monk in front of him with one sword, but he didn't expect that the honest monk's sword was not much slower than him.
The two swords struck each other almost in tandem, shocking everyone's ears in an instant.
"Boom!" With a sound, a thunderbolt struck their heads from the sky, instantly separating the nameless old man from the honest monk.
If the two of them continue to struggle at this time, I am afraid that a thunder will blast them into pieces...
