"Miss Lin, you don't have to be like this, it's really nothing, it's just a sword!"
Wiping Lin Shuying's tears with her sleeve, Chen Jun conveniently put the sword into his space ring.
The two actors had different ideas, and Chen Jun thought that his skill should have won enough friendship from the future queen in front of him.
After comforting her for a long time, Lin Shuying gradually stopped crying.
"I'm sorry, I lost my temper a little."
[Hey, what should I do? I am the future empress. How can I be so embarrassed?]
"It's okay." Chen Jun still looked like a gentleman.
…
The two left here and continued on their way, Chen Jun thought in his heart.
"Hundreds of years ago, there was a bald monk who was said to have unparalleled defense. He was famous throughout the dynasty. I have to learn some spiritual skills related to defense from him."
He may not have been able to hide from Xueyi for too long. It seems that the great elder is looking for him everywhere now.
Learn a defensive spiritual technique so that you can feel less pain when you get beaten in the future.
Otherwise, I will be unable to get out of bed for many days.
While thinking about it, I couldn't help but grit my teeth. There are disadvantages in traveling through time as a noble son. Why are the children of the big family spoiled by their playboy parents?
Dixingxi continued to move forward and spent several days finding the temple where the bald man once stood.
When I opened the system map, I found that there was no Baldhead's name.
Chen Jun was stunned and thought for a moment.
In the system tutorial, I quickly understood the system principles after looking at them for a while.
"Remaining thoughts, residual thoughts, usually the possibility of residual thoughts is greater in places with deep obsessions! The temple in front of you is obviously not in another place."
I walked around this temple for a long time and inquired about various information.
Because this monk died just over a hundred years ago, all kinds of information are still very complete.
According to what the current host said, this bald man is not a monk. He has never truly become a monk. He just shaved his head.
"He has something on his mind and cannot really enter Buddhism, but he wants to enter Buddhism, so he stays here."
"He listened to the previous abbot's sermons all day long. Every once in a while, the abbot would ask him if he had really given up. At this time, he would always struggle for a long time and never really let go. He never made up his mind to truly become a monk."
Listening to what this old monk said, Chen Jun couldn't help but be a little surprised.
What does this bald head mean? It feels strange.
"Does he go anywhere else?"
"It is said that he never left the temple, but often closed himself in the room and did not appear for a long time. The abbot once said that he kept sighing inside and could not let go of what was in his heart." The old monk clasped his hands and said.
"Can you take me to his room?"
"Can."
The two of them walked crookedly and soon arrived at a dilapidated house: "No one has lived here for a long time."
Chen Jun nodded and stepped inside. A sense of ancient simplicity came over him. The whole room was very clean and there was almost nothing.
A bed, a table, a bench, and nothing else.
Chen Jun looked around the room, inch by inch, and found almost nothing unusual.
【There is a red rope in the pillow.】
【Hidden very carefully, but very common.】
Hearing Lin Shuying's thoughts, Chen Jun pretended to look around and put away the red rope.
He deeply admired his decision to take Lin Shuying with him, otherwise he would never have found this thing.
This red rope is hidden in the middle of the pillow, buried deeply in the wheat ears of the pillow, and is covered by a very small formation that cannot see any fluctuations.
Chen Jun took out the red rope and held it in his hand. The abbot of the temple was still explaining.
"Actually, you are not the first person to come here. Many people want to find the things he left behind." The abbot said with a smile, "A monk came here before and threatened to kill us all if we didn't hand it over.
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Chen Jun twitched the corner of his mouth: "Master, don't worry, I'm not someone easy to kill."
At this moment, he measured it in his hands. The length of the red rope was almost just enough to tie around his wrist. It might be a little longer, and it could probably be tied around the forearm.
At this time, there was already speculation in mind. Chen Jun chatted with the abbot for a while and found a reason to leave.
Chen Jun said goodbye to the abbot of the temple: "Master, do you know any famous brothels nearby?"
The master was stunned and shook his head.
Lin Shuying was even more stunned: "You ask a monk where there is a brothel?"
If I were the master in front of me, I might have knocked down a wooden fish.
Chen Jun didn't explain much, said goodbye and left, thinking in his mind.
"Donor, please go slowly." The abbot monk looked at Chen Jun's back, with a faint and strange smile emerging from the corner of his mouth.
…
After leaving the temple and walking for a long time, after confirming that no one was around, Chen Jun took out the red rope.
"What are you doing with this rope?" Lin Shuying was confused.
[With my methods, I can’t see anything abnormal. There is absolutely nothing abnormal.]
Chen Jun showed an expression like you know nothing about a little brat.
A red string appeared in his hand. He brought it to his nose and smelled it: "Sure enough... there is definitely a trace of breath left!"
This red rope is no different from any other ordinary red rope except for the scent of a hundred years ago that remains on it.
And the aura above it was obviously permanently trapped by Baldhead's means.
A woman's breath, a light fragrance.
After thinking about it for a while, I roughly understood where the red rope came from - a woman from a brothel!
As far as Chen Jun knows, brothel girls like to tie red ropes on their ankles to show that they are not completely naked, and that their bodies are covered by the last bit, so they are not naked.
This red string is their last piece of clothing.
In this way, when selling yourself, you can feel comfortable that you are still wearing one piece of clothing.
As for why Mr. Chen knew this, don’t ask!
Based on this inference, Chen Jun has roughly understood at this time.
The woman from the brothel completely let go of herself towards the bald man. She took off the red rope and was truly naked in front of the bald man, both physically and mentally.
So obviously, this bald man has no last remaining obsession with becoming a monk, that is, this woman.
That's why Chen Jun asked a monk where there is a brothel.
It’s okay if you don’t get the answer, just look for it.
He drove Dixingxi to search nearby cities, but he couldn't find the big man's name on the map.
Chen Jun thought for a moment, and then searched for newspapers in the city, mainly newspapers from the era when Baldhead lived.
Basically every city has this kind of special place to store old newspapers and news. You can watch them unlimitedly for a few bucks. If you want to go faster, you can choose Tianji Pavilion to check them directly.
Chen Jun was not short of money and found Tianji Pavilion.
"I want the name of the brothel that Zhong Fan frequented a hundred years ago."
"One thousand taels of silver."
"One thousand taels? It's too dark!"
"It's not black. By the way, let me tell you the current top names in this brothel and the cup sizes and figures of each courtesan. I will add another 1,000 taels and give you a picture drawn by the artist, the kind without clothes."
Chen Jun smiled and handed over the silver.
Professional matters must be left to professional people, don’t be stingy!
After quickly taking away a large number of picture scrolls from Tianji Pavilion, Chen Jun looked at the first message.
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Chapter completed!