Hu Bi recalled several things he had encountered recently, from meeting Tong Zhong, meeting Liu Wenzhi, to meeting Yang Biao and the Tiejuan Gang. He always felt that there was something strange. These things seemed not related at all, but he

He had a feeling in his heart that there were some connections between these things, but he hadn't figured it out yet.

What bothered him the most was the whereabouts of Zhu Yunwen. Where was this person? If the clues to Yunshui Palace were lost, where should he go to find it? After Zhu Yunwen walked west out of Nanjing City, did he hide in the south or the north? Or did he go to the north?

Northwest or central Sichuan? All the information revealed was that this person went out disguised as a monk, and that there were two groups of monks leaving the city that day. One group was real and the other was fake. Yao Guangxiao said that he tortured and interrogated the recording monk Fu Cha

, and found nothing. He even suspected that Fu Qia didn't even know about the existence of two groups of monks.

If he can't find Zhu Yunwen, his life will be paralyzed by this matter, and he will never be able to return to his hometown.

Hu Xi poured a glass of wine and drank it. He took a deep breath, but the tears couldn't stop flowing down. He was afraid that others would see it, so he quickly wiped it with his sleeves. At this time, a thin monk in shabby clothes suddenly appeared.

Holding the alms bowl, she stood beside him and bowed deeply. Without raising her head, she kept bowing and said in a trembling accent: "The donor's merits are immeasurable, please be happy with him."

Hu Hu wiped his tears and saw that the monk was very polite, so he took out a small piece of silver from his body and put it into his bowl. The piece of silver was thrown into the bowl and made a crisp sound. The monk raised his head, and the corners of his mouth were like the rising sun.

After Chudu melted away, he deeply thanked Hu Hui and said: "Thank you, donor. I wish the donor a long life and may all your wishes come true." At this time, he raised his head, and Hu Hui realized that the monk was very old and had a face.

There were age spots on his hands and arms. He was wearing an oversized cassock and had skinny bones and thin legs that seemed to be blown away by the wind. Seeing how old he was, Hu Hui asked casually: "Master, have you eaten? Do you want some?"

After saying that, he took the steamed buns that had just been served on the table and handed them to the monk.

The old monk grinned, very happy, took the steamed bun and put it in his arms, turned around and was about to leave. But as soon as he stepped out, the monk turned back and looked at Hu Hui.

Hu Hui felt a little strange. Did the monk think that one steamed bun was not enough? Then he felt a little annoyed. He was about to drive him away. The monk didn't say a word, just stared at him.

Hu Xi said angrily: "We have no money, that's it."

"Donor, this injury can be cured. What is difficult to heal is the injury in your heart. Don't worry too much."

Hu Xi was stunned. What did the monk mean? Is he injured?

When he was about to ask, the monk had already turned around and left.

When Hu Bi saw that the monk had disappeared, he wanted to ask what he meant, so he chased him out. He jumped from the window and landed on the street, but he was gone. The waiter in the store chased him out and asked

Said: "Sir, I haven't paid yet!"

Hu Hui impatiently took out a piece of silver and threw it to the waiter, then ran into the street to look for the monk, but within such a short period of time, he disappeared.

Hu Hui was unwilling to give up and ran back and forth on this street twice, but there was no trace.

He was out of breath, so he chose a step and sat down to adjust his breathing. Just when he was downcast, the monk's voice came: "Donor, are you looking for me?" The old monk appeared next to him silently.

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Hu Hui now knew that this person was not a simple person, so he asked respectfully: "Master, you...how...you...know that I am injured!"

The master nodded and said nothing, but sat down next to him, still holding the alms bowl in his hand.

The master closed his eyes, as if he was resting his mind, and asked: "Little brother, what do you call me?"

"The junior's surname is Hu Minghui, Hu Hui."

For a long time, the master was unwilling to say a word. Finally he sighed and asked: "Brother Hu Hu, how is Dao Yan?"

Hu Hui's heart felt like a lightning strike, her mouth opened wide and she couldn't close it, and she said tremblingly: "How do you know?"
Chapter completed!