"The man in black had his face covered. Then I thought about it, and the voice seemed familiar. The other monk didn't remember much, but he was wearing a red cassock."
Red cassock? That means you are a senior monk in the temple. Junior monks are not qualified to wear cassocks.
But anyone who can lock a man here must have status in the temple.
The other man was probably an acquaintance of this person and was afraid of being recognized.
"What about tall, short, fat and thin?"
The man suddenly squatted down and hit his head hard, and his breathing became heavy.
"I get a headache from thinking too much!"
"Ah! My head hurts!" The man roared again and even hit his head on the edge of the bed.
"Hey! If you can't remember what that is, then don't think about it."
It seems that I can't get anything out of the question. I still get a headache after asking too many questions. Could it be that I suffered a serious head injury?
Su Yizhao thought for a while and couldn't understand the intention of the person behind it. It was better to leave first and then go find out the news.
Suddenly thinking of the waiter, Su Yizhao quickly asked: "One of my followers was kidnapped. Before I came in, did you see anyone coming? Or heard any noise?"
But the man kept pulling his hair and didn't notice Su Yizhao's words at all, and he looked very painful.
Su Yizhao remembered that there were pills to relieve dizziness in his own space. Although they might not be effective, they should be used as doctors!
"I have pills to treat headaches. If you believe me, just take them and try them."
As Su Yizhao spoke, he took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it directly to the man.
The man snatched the porcelain bottle from Su Yizhao's hand, uncorked it, and poured it into his mouth.
"Huh? You eat too much. You can't eat so much."
Su Yizhao quickly stopped him, but the other party turned a deaf ear and threw the medicine bottle directly to the ground after eating.
Sighing, Su Yizhao watched the other person chew and swallow, then stopped talking.
It seemed that the servant was no longer here, so it would be useless for her to stay here, so Su Yizhao planned to leave.
The man kept his head lowered, as if he knew Su Yizhao was leaving, so he immediately asked: "What's your name?"
Su Yizhao turned to look at him and found that he had calmed down again. He felt that the convulsions went away as quickly as they came.
"Su Yizhao!"
"Su Yizhao!" the man murmured, reading it twice.
"Your surname is Su?" The man suddenly sounded a little excited.
"Yes!" Su Yizhao thought for a moment, and then asked: "Did you remember something? Do you know the Su family?"
"The surname is Su? It's so familiar!" The man got up and walked around in circles, "The surname Su is so familiar, so familiar."
After a moment, he asked, "What's your father's name?" He suddenly turned his head and stared at Su Yizhao.
"Su Wenqing!" Su Yizhao looked at the man. As soon as she said her name, she saw the man's pupils shrink suddenly.
"Su Wenqing?" The man became excited, "Su Wenqing? Su Wenqing is also very familiar with her. I know Su Wenqing."
"But I can't remember who Su Wenqing is, and I can't remember his face." The man paced around anxiously.
Su Yizhao looked at the man, who was wearing a black cross-collar robe with a little of his chest exposed.
The weather has been cold recently, but the other party is wearing thin clothes.
Seeing the veins on the back of the man's hand popping up, Su Yizhao thought the man might be a practicing practitioner.
"I want to see Su Wenqing. You are his son. Let him come to see me."
The man was very excited, probably remembering something, and rushed towards Su Yizhao, but the iron chain restricted his range of movement.
"Then who are you? Why does he come to see you?" Su Yizhao's heart moved, and he must have thought of something.
The man clenched his fists, and Su Yizhao saw that the other man's mood was obviously more indignant than before.
"If you ask him to come, just say he is meeting an old friend, an old friend who has died long ago."
I don’t know if the pills just took effect or if this person’s intermittent mental disorder is cured again. This reveals a lot of information!
"Then what's your name?"
"Sheng Lanqing!"
The man roared, and judging by the way he gritted his teeth, he seemed to have great hatred for Su Wenqing.
Su Yizhao was shocked, Sheng Lanqing?
Isn't this the husband of Princess Changping, the eldest son of the Duke of Zhenguo?
Legend has it that he was buried in a sea of fire, but why is he imprisoned in Fayuan Temple now?
Su Yizhao didn't know what to say, she felt very complicated now.
The identity of the original owner is unknown. If her guess is correct, then the person in front of her is the biological father of the original owner?
"I remembered, he was the one who came to see me before, right? He didn't dare to face me, so he came to me with his face covered. Hahaha! I look like a ghost now,
It’s all thanks to him!”
Su Yizhao looked at the somewhat crazy man in front of him with mixed feelings in his heart.
"He didn't dare to come to see me, I knew he didn't dare, you despicable villain."
Sheng Lanqing was so angry that she swung the chain, and the clattering sound made Su Yizhao come back to his senses.
There was so much information today that she couldn't digest it for a while.
"Who is the person who locked you up here? Is it my father?" Su Yizhao asked impatiently.
"Hmph! Who else? Isn't it the old bald donkey who helps the tyrants do evil? He talks so much about benevolence, justice and morality, but he is actually a jackal in human skin."
Sheng Lanqing seemed to wake up instantly, with many more memories in his mind.
"Who is it?" Su Yizhao had to interrupt the other party. He couldn't stay here for long.
"Who else could it be? Of course it's Zhu Hui, the abbot of the temple!" Sheng Lan snorted coldly.
"Then why did he lock you up here? And when your government government rebelled, you should have perished in the sea of fire. So how did you escape?"
"Conspiracy?" Sheng Lanqing was stunned. He turned his head and thought for a while, as if he was recalling what happened back then.
He sneered and was about to speak when he suddenly realized that the person in front of him was Su Wenqing's son.
He suddenly became murderous and raised his palm to strike forward.
But when he glanced at it, he saw the porcelain bottle that had fallen to the ground.
"You are Su Wenqing's son. Naturally, I cannot talk to you so much. Ask your father to come see me and say that I am awake."
Sheng Lanqing retracted his palm, turned back to the bed and sat down.
Su Yizhao was speechless. A person who had been crazy for so many years suddenly became sober when he said he was sober? Why is it so fantasy?
She said nothing more, thought about it before leaving, and threw the dagger in her hand onto his bed.
"I'm holding it for self-defense, but I don't know if the iron chain can be cut."
Su Yizhao thought for a while, took out another hundred taels of silver notes and placed them on the stone table, along with a bottle of pills to treat dizziness.
Sheng Lanqing was a little surprised. He looked at Su Yizhao and suddenly thought of something.
"How old are you this year?" His voice was a little soft, and he seemed to have changed his attitude towards Su Yizhao.
"fifteen!"
"Fifteen?" Sheng Lanqing fell into memories, "She should be fifteen this year, and there is Yu'er. Where is Yu'er? I don't know where she is now."
Su Yizhao was silent for a long time, didn't say much, turned around and left.