Qian Yiqun suddenly felt compassionate and said, "Master Xueling just met me not long ago. I think there is nothing big about it. Just go back and ask me and come back again. And you don't have to come in through the side door. Just go directly to the mountain gate to find the guest Taoist, and you will naturally lead you in to see me."

"Xue, the monk Xueling has left..." Huifa's tongue seemed to be wrapped around her teeth, and she said anxiously, "He, he said this letter is very important, and the little monk will send it quietly."

"Um..." Qian Yiqun said in his heart: All strange things have happened today. Xueling left Yangzhou and left me with a letter to the Taoist. It is human nature to leave me a letter. Why did this monk send it quietly? What would be written in the letter?

Qian Yiqun turned his eyes to the crowd by the well. Those people were tourists from the world, either gathering to chat or sitting alone in meditation, and did not look like thieves and pickpockets.

Besides, the thief pickpocket is aiming at someone’s wallet, so how could he touch a letter in his arms? This is obviously targeted!

Qian Yiqun didn't know that there was a type of thieves in the world who didn't just steal money bags, they paid more attention to news.

This ancient commercial spy has a big market in the world, and its benefits and risks are terrifyingly high. When a monk wears a wig and comes to this sensitive ancient well, no one will think that he is here to deliver the letter, and it is all regarded as a sign that Buddhism wants to intervene in this deep pool.

The first step of Huifa entering the Yuguai Well, he was hit by someone several times, and his whole body had already been touched by veterans. If it weren't for the many people here, Huifa would have lost himself, let alone a letter in his arms.

Fortunately, the person who stole the letter was quite abide by the rules. Not long after Qian Yiqun comforted Huifa, a little beggar timidly sent the letter back through the doorman.

When Qian Yi read the letter from a group of people, he saw a beautiful running script on it, full of Zen meaning, which was obviously written by a monk.

——If you keep this handwritten letter from Master Xueling, I don’t know how much money will be sold for my children and grandchildren in the future.

Qian Yiqun's distracting thoughts flashed through his mind and read them down.

After the tenth day of the lunar month, Monk Huiguang went to believe in Jiuhua Mountain and invited his fellow Taoists to seek justice. The monk Yile was the best among the younger generation on Jiuhua Mountain. Many old monks were interested in him and he followed the Dharma and spread the Dharma and the teachings. Not only was this man knowledgeable, but his magical power was also good, and he was called "the living Vajra" by believers.

Huiguang knew that if he lost the argument, he might not be able to invite this fellow Taoist. When the sutra room of Xuehua Temple was stolen and the nun was killed, he "speculated" that it was the man who was kind-hearted and asked Master Yile to come to Yangzhou to diagnose the Dharma protector.

Although Huiguang was "speculating", Xueling basically implemented it. He took the "Yoga Sacrifice" scripture given by Qian Yiqun, and naturally knew that a Taoist would not have such a fate. Although there has never been a monk in Xuehua Temple in the past few decades, the foundation of the five hundred-year-old temple is still there, and most of this scripture exists there.

If a kind man can get it, if he is not familiar with the thief, he himself. But Xueling scratched his head and couldn't think of why a Taoist wanted to go to a temple to steal scriptures. And how could the sutras copied by monks compare to the true scriptures from the ten directions? If it was really done by a kind man, why would good things be given to others but common things be kept by themselves?

After reading the letter, Qian Yiqun learned why Xueling had to leave in a hurry, and asked someone to send the letter quietly.

He thought to himself: Master Xueling is using someone’s hand short and came here to warn him. Jiuhua Mountain is only six or seven hundred miles away from Yangzhou. If you calculate the day, the monk Yile is coming soon. I hate that monk Huiguang, and he will rely on me without evidence... Although it was indeed what I did, what if I am wronged! When Monk Yile comes, take him to Xuehua Temple for a purchase first to see if the Vajra is subject to physical donation in the world!

Qian Yiqun thought of the two bald heads holding each other, and the corners of his mouth were raised without realizing it.

Huiguang lost the letter and was still worried when he returned to the temple. He simply found an excuse to go to seclusion and read the scriptures without contacting other monks. However, he knew that after three hours of this letter, four or five people passed by. These people saw that it had nothing to do with Yugou Cave Heaven, and did not want to commit suicide by Yuluan Taoist, so he sent the original letter back and left it in his hand.

This was the case, and no one would look for this preparation from the old paper pile. But when it was getting dark and the Yugoujing market was about to disperse, an accident happened.

A living person came out of the hole.

This is the second person who comes back alive, but the first person who can still talk when he comes back alive.

After judging his original intention, he would definitely not be willing to disturb the entire world, but the situation he came out was really awkward. It was not in the open space beside the well, but directly in the well water. Fortunately, he was from the south and was familiar with the nature of the water. Fortunately, there were many people around him, so he rescued him with a shout.

The well water in the cold winter is still warm, and if it is pumped up, you can still see the hot air coming out. However, once a person passes the water and then catches it in the cold wind, the cold air will pierce into the bone marrow like a fine hair needle.

No one else could bear to die. At that moment, a few heroic knights took off their cotton coats and wrapped them on him, and shouted that the Taoist priests would go to get ginger soup and quilts, and wanted to send him to his residence to recuperate, which was particularly enthusiastic.

But this man didn't appreciate it, his lips were blue and purple, and he said tremblingly: "I want to live in the temple, don't go out! I won't go out even if I die!" He is not a fool, so he naturally knows that he is the only one who can tell everyone's situation. It would be fine if it falls into the hands of chivalrous deeds. Everyone makes friends, say what should be said and hide what should be hidden.

If it falls into the Green Forest Road or the Lower Jiuliu's hands, not only will the things in their stomach be cleaned, but the heart and liver will also be taken to make sobering soup.

Instead of taking this risk, it is better to just stay in the observation.

Everyone generally recognizes that this is the territory of Qionghua Temple. There is a not-kind Taoist priest who claims to be kind-hearted and dare not act rashly at any time.

"My brother is so cold!" A man with a Shandong accent came over, "Brother, don't bother with us for our own family."

"I said He Laosi, you are from Shandong and he is from Zhejiang. Where are your brothers?" Someone else started to cheer.

"He is the younger brother of my aunt's cousin's cousin's brother-in-law, why is he not his family?" He Laosi said nonsense and opened his mouth.

The man suddenly shook his head like a rattle and said, "I don't know you! I only live in Guan! Who dares to do anything here? Be careful that the Taoist Yuluan causes trouble for you!"

The noise around suddenly disappeared, just like someone pressed the "Silent" switch, and even the wind stopped.

"It's so unkind to scare people with my name." A glutinous Suzhou Mandarin broke the silence between the scene.

Everyone looked up at the source of the sound, and saw a Taoist with beautiful eyes, wearing a dark winter Taoist robe, a nine-beam crown, and a dirty and greasy imperial bell in his hand.

A shiny rattan fish basket was indeed hung around his waist!

If this outfit is not Yuluan Taoist, then...

Someone must have deliberately pretended to be a Taoist of Yuluan.

All of us here are old martial arts, so we can't trust others easily, let alone this person's yin and yang are not yang. It's said that he is a man, but there is a charm in his eyes. If it is a woman... well, he did not see the Adam's apple. However, some men's Adam's apples are not obvious, which does not mean anything.

Besides, this Taoist man is still very flat. If he were a woman, he would have no idea of ​​his status at this age.

For a moment, everyone was speculating, but the man curled up in the cotton coat and shivered loudly said, "You are not a Taoist Yuluan!"

"Good boy! You dare to pretend to be a Taoist priest Yu!" someone shouted loudly, for fear that the Taoist Yuluo really couldn't hear it. He didn't expect that Qian Yiqun did not like the title "Tailor Yu".

"You can try it."

"Yu Taoist" stared at the man and said coldly.

The man shrank his neck and stopped talking.

The man in the cotton coat shouted loudly: "I was lucky enough to have a chat with the Honest Master in Zhenjiang Prefecture, and of course I recognized the appearance of the Taoist Master."

The "Yu Taoist" was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Have you ever heard of the art of disguise in the world?"

Everyone knows that disguise is easy to learn but difficult to master. Among them, masters can turn men into women, old age and young, and their appearance is in one mind, and even their close relatives cannot recognize them. Legend has it that during the Northern Song Dynasty there was a Suzhou girl named Azhu. No matter what she disguise looks like, she is vivid and wonderful, and even her husband cannot recognize them.

Everyone remembered the kind-hearted man's Beijing dialect with a strong Suzhou accent, and they were afraid that they had any connection with that girl Azhu.

Although there is no real aristocratic family in the martial arts world, people always believe in the myth of "I am a hero and a hero".

"If you talk about what you are talking about that day, it will naturally dispel the doubts of the heroes!" another person who joined in the fun shouted.

Everyone wanted to say this, but not many people dared to say it. Even the person who called out quickly hid in the crowd, fearing that they would be identified.

"Yu Taoist" snorted and said, "Believe it or not! I just want to take this person away. Whoever dares to stop me will try it!"

"You are fake!" the man shouted loudly, "The kind and honest man are righteous and easy-going. He speaks to people like me like me and are polite and polite! How can you be as arrogant and arrogant as you?"

The Taoist Yu glanced at the man and said to himself: Could it be that the news is not accurate? Don’t they say that kind people are decisive in killing, never talk nonsense to others, and kill people if they do something... How could they be like old friends with such people?

"Stop talking nonsense! I'm saving you, don't you understand!" Yu Taoist shouted sternly, but there was a little bit of care in his voice, as if it was really a person who wanted to save his old friend's life, which was caused by anxiety.

It was difficult for everyone to tell the truth about the falsehood. They made a circle, and they would neither make things difficult for the Yuluan Taoist, nor would they let him take away the man who returned from the well.

——Even if he is a real Taoist, he cannot stop his path to success! Otherwise, he will only be despised by the world, become a public enemy, and have no place to die!
Chapter completed!