"No, no! If that's the case, then what's going on with this half roll of sheepskin!" Chu Mu shook his head and said word for word.
Kong Miaozhi looked at his senior brother and said: "If it weren't for this half roll of sheepskin, the second and third children might not be able to come back now!"
Chu Mu looked at Kong Miaozhi. He finally understood what Lao Liu was going to say, but he couldn't say it. Apart from someone who knew him very well, he couldn't think of anyone else who could do such an act of knowing their character well and playing with them. Who else knows them so well? The answer is ready to come out! Could it be that Master really kidnapped Lao Qi? If it was really Master who did it, why?
Chu Mu didn't dare to think any further. He was different from Lao Liu, and even said that he was different from other junior brothers. He has extremely deep feelings for Tianjisou. It was Master who picked him up, took good care of him, and made him grow up. Teach him martial arts and let him learn to be a human being. Subconsciously, he didn't believe that there was anything wrong with Tianjisou.
Of course Kong Miaozhi knew about this, which was why he didn't want to tell his senior brother. A calm person like his senior brother would only behave like this when it was related to his master, and he didn't want to reveal it. Gu Wu was born a dull person, while Wu Qi wanted to talk, but couldn't keep up with the pace of their chat. So suddenly the atmosphere became a little strangely dull. The four of them were all thinking about something else.
In the end, Kong Miaozhi said to Chu Mu: "Elder brother, don't think too much about it. We don't know what the matter is yet. Maybe we missed something and things are not what we thought. Now that it is like this, I think it's better to The most important thing is to let Third Senior Brother check for clues. We really don’t have much time, and I think the people behind it must wait until the day when the relic appears in three days.”
Chu Mu is also a decisive person. He urgently needs to find the truth now. He prides himself on being a calm person and will never mess up when he is so passive, but this time it involves his master. He actually faintly found that he couldn't control himself.
Chu Mu finally nodded, and then said to Wu Qi: "Lao San, we have just such a clue now, so you have to take advantage of it and go to the kitchen to check it out early in the morning. Remember to be cautious. You are a person with a lively mind. Nothing will go wrong, be sure to bring us some useful news."
Wu Qi saw that something was wrong with Chu Mu's expression and did not dare to play tricks. He replied seriously: "Yes, senior brother!"
Chu Mu said worriedly: "Now there are only four of us senior brothers left. In order to prevent anyone from becoming the next Seventh Brother, they will all move into my room soon."
Kong Miaozhi spread his hands indifferently, and Gu Wu didn't say anything.
There was no talking all night, and before dawn the next day, Wu Qi got dressed and set out. The kitchen was the busiest time in the morning in the entire temple. By the time Wu Qi walked to the kitchen, shouts were already coming one after another.
"Jueyuan, add water! The fire is not strong enough, you can eat the food cooked by this motherfucker!"
"Senior brother, it seems that we don't have enough steamed buns. We didn't steam that many buns yesterday!"
"No steamed buns! This little bastard Juechen must be lazy behind my back! Where are the others? Call me over."
"Elder brother, I haven't seen him since the morning. I don't know where he went."
Wu Qi was about to walk in when he was stopped by a young monk at the door of the kitchen. The young monk stood up and bowed: "Amitabha, the donor's kitchen is an important place, and no one can come in. If you have any instructions, just tell the young monk directly."
Wu Qi stretched her neck and looked in, and found that the kitchen was steaming, and it didn't look like anything had happened. He thought about it for a while, who would hold a memorial meeting or make a mess over whether a dog was lost or dead?
Wu Qi tried his best to put on a very bright smile and said to the young monk: "Little master, my elder brother has a bad stomach recently and needs some white porridge. So I came here to see if the breakfast is cooked. Is this what you are doing?" , I also help with the kitchen at home, how about I do something for you? I’m familiar with this."
As Wu Qi rolled up his sleeves, he squeezed in. The young monk hurriedly stood in front of him: "Bu Laoshi takes the initiative. The porridge will be ready soon. Please wait outside the door for a moment, and I will go take a look for you."
"Hey, young master, why do you need to be so out of touch?" Wu Qi didn't care about him, he had to go in.
"Damn it! What are you doing! You are so busy this morning, who the hell is there to mess with me here!" Suddenly a big monk walked out from inside. This monk had broad shoulders and round waist, and long eyebrows. There is only so much grass, and you can tell he is the leader of this fire-headed army just by looking at his attire.
When the big monk walked in and saw an unknown layman, he asked the little monk, "What's going on?"
The young monk said with an aggrieved look: "Uncle Master, this donor said he was looking for some white porridge. I told him to wait a moment, but he insisted on walking in and I couldn't stop him."
After hearing this, the great monk looked at Wu Qi: "Donor, outsiders are indeed not allowed to enter here. Please come back!"
Just as Wu Qi was about to speak, the great monk raised his hand and said, "Donor, the Daoguo Conference is about to be held in Jialan Temple. The kitchen is the place where accidents are most likely to happen. The master of the young monk gave the young monk a death order. He will never let it happen. No one is allowed to enter the kitchen. The donor should not force it!"
Wu Qiyi thought that this monk was quite rough-looking, but his words were rough and refined, and his soft words were also thorny. But the senior brother said that this was the only clue, how could he give up halfway.
He adjusted his facial muscles again and tried to make himself look kinder. Then when he was about to speak, the door was closed by the great monk.
Wu Qi stood at the door for a long time, his face almost turning the color of pig liver with anger. He never imagined that he would be rejected in this kitchen. He resisted the urge to punch someone and walked to the kitchen. It seems that there is no such thing as a battle plan in the early stage. He had to think carefully about how he could ask something.
He slowly walked to the back of the kitchen and suddenly saw a little monk squatting in the corner in front of him. He didn't know what he was doing. When Wu Qi saw it, he thought to himself that there was nothing he could do now anyway, so he might as well get close to her first, maybe he would learn something.
Wu Qi walked in and found that the little monk was twitching and crying. Wu Qi was not polite and went up and said, "What's wrong, little master? Why are you crying here?"
This little monk was secretly wiping tears here in grief, but now when the official kitchen is busy, it is impossible for anyone to show up here. But the sudden voice frightened him to stand up from the ground: "Disciple doesn't dare anymore, disciple doesn't dare anymore!"
Seeing that Wu Qi was still such a timid monk, he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, little master, little master~"
The young monk was frightened at first, but after listening carefully, he saw that it was not his uncle who looked so fierce, so he raised his head and took a look. Opposite him stood a young man in white robes. He let out a slight breath, and then turned back. Said: "Amitabha, what is the donor's instruction?"
Wu Qixin said that there was nothing to say, but if you cry, you have something to talk about, so she said: "I saw the young master secretly crying here. I don't know if he encountered something difficult at home, or if he was attacked in the temple." It's unfair. Instead of crying secretly here, why don't you tell me, maybe I can help you with some advice. Don't see me dressed so brightly. I am also a servant in someone else's house. You are a miserable person!" Wu Qi said while squeezing out a few tears. Sometimes Wu Qi admires his true qualities as an actor.
The young monk didn't want to say anything at first, but he did encounter something sad, so he said: "Oh, donor, I am not in trouble at home, nor did I encounter any bullying in the temple. My Buddhist name is Juechen, and I belong to this Jialan Temple. Huotou monk. The temple has been infested with rats in recent years. Later, my uncle bought a few native dogs and wanted to train them to catch mice. Donor, don’t look down on them just because they are native dogs. They have been very smart since they were young. , especially the yellow ones, can catch mice when they are six months old. I usually take good care of them, so I have a deep relationship with them, but I~~" The little monk cried again, intermittently. Said: "But when I...came back...yesterday, I found...Huangmao...was killed! Wuwuwu... He was only two years old. Who killed him so cruelly? . It must be that boy Jue Chi. He wanted to eat dog meat for more than a day or two. He must have killed Huang Mao. If I find evidence, I will definitely go to the presiding officer to prosecute him."
The more Wu Qi listened, the happier she became. The more she listened, the more she knew she had come to the right place. Sometimes people really have to rely on luck. Wu Qi always felt that he was lucky.
Wu Qi first pretended to be surprised, and then said: "What? Such a thing actually happened? Such a murder happened in this Buddhist holy land, which is really unfortunate." Wu Qi felt that he was a bastard, and he usually killed dogs. , why do you say it so grandly now?
"Then little master, didn't anything strange happen in the kitchen yesterday? If you think about it carefully, maybe Jue Chi didn't kill him. Little master, think clearly, don't wrongly accuse a good person and let Huang Mao die unjustly. Hey, what do you do? Do you know Huang Mao is dead?"
Little Master Jue Chen sobbed for a long time and continued: "I didn't know that Huang Mao was dead, but when I came to the back of the kitchen this morning, I found Huang Mao's body. It must be Jue Chi, he killed Huang Mao is too scared to eat dog meat, it must be like this!"
Wu Qiyi heard that the young monk was still a little stunned, so he said: "Little master, let me say something, there is no one who dares to eat dog meat because he is afraid of killing the dog. If he doesn't dare to eat, then why kill the dog? Right, so, think about any outsiders that have come to your kitchen in the past few days?"
The young monk looked at Wu Qi, wondering if he really understood it. He looked up, as if he was recalling and thinking. At the end, he said: "Is it my uncle?"
