Chu Tianshu squinted at the three gilded characters "Wanfa Temple" on the plaque on the door, and said, "The nemesis of the undead you are talking about is a monk?"
Nangong Hehuan smiled: "He is a monk, but not the monk in Wanfa Temple."
Chu Tianshu asked: "What do you mean?"
Nangong Hehuan explained: "The undead have been around for a long time. In order to prevent them from causing harm to the people, Taoism and Buddhism actually had organizations specifically dealing with the undead thousands of years ago.
However, with the rise of thermal weapons in the past hundred years, even ordinary people can pose a threat to the undead, and the undead's escaping treaties have become more stringent. As a result, the Taoist and Buddhist organizations for dealing with the undead have also shrunk.
Now only the Luohan Hall of the Shaolin Temple and the Jiuxiao Palace of the Maoshan Taoist Sect are responsible for dealing with the undead."
Chu Tianshu glanced at Nangong Hehuan: "You know a lot."
Nangong Hehuan shrugged: "My family just happened to have dealings with the Luohan Hall of Shaolin Temple, so I contacted the monks from the Luohan Hall to come over and deal with the undead."
While talking, the two of them came to the mountain gate.
The monk at the door clasped his hands and stepped forward: "Donor, our temple will not accept foreigners today, please forgive me."
Nangong Hehuan smiled: "I want to see Abbot Zhihong."
Seeing Nangong Hehuan's extraordinary bearing, the monk did not doubt his words. He leaned forward and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go in and make an announcement."
Nangong Hehuan also returned the greeting with folded hands.
A few people waited at the gate for a while, and then a large group of monks came out.
The leading monk is wearing a red cassock and has a solemn appearance. He is none other than Master Zhihong, the abbot of Wanfa Temple.
Nangong He took two steps forward in greeting, put his hands together and saluted: "Master."
Zhihong returned the greeting: "Master Nangong, it's been a long time."
At that moment, he welcomed Chu Tianshu and others and walked inside.
Nangong Hehuan asked: "Have the eminent monks from Shaolin Luohan Hall arrived?"
Zhihong nodded: "We're here, I'll take you to see them."
While talking, Zhihong led Chu Tianshu and others to a main hall.
In the main hall, a group of monks dressed as warrior monks were chanting sutras. There were about twenty people.
Hearing the footsteps, a monk on the futon in front stood up, turned around and walked towards the door.
He was at least 1.85 meters tall, with a burly and muscular build. His right arm was exposed to the muscles of the monk's uniform, and his eyes were shining with lightning, giving people a sense of oppression.
Zhihong introduced: "This is the head of the Arhat Hall of Shaolin Temple, Junior Brother Zhi De."
Zhi De clasped his hands together: "Amitabha."
Zhihong then introduced Nangong Hehuan to Zhide: "This is the seventh young master of the Nangong family, Nangong Hehuan."
Zhi De clasped his hands together and bowed: "Donor Nangong, before leaving, the abbot told me to follow the benefactor's arrangements."
Hearing this, Chu Tianshu narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt that the Nangong family was not that simple, and could actually make Shaolin Temple do its bidding.
Nangong Hehuan smiled: "It's easy to talk, it's all to prevent the undead from harming people, so we just need to work together."
Zhide pronounced the Buddha's name again.
Nangong Hehuan asked: "Master Zhide, what should we do next?"
Zhide replied: "I have sent disciples from Luohan Hall to find the whereabouts of those undead."
Chu Tianshu thought, since the Shaolin Luohan Hall has so many years of fighting experience with the undead, they must also have unknown experience in tracking the undead.
Nangong Hehuan nodded: "Then I won't disturb you all in your chanting. If there is any news, we will communicate in time."
Zhi De clasped his hands together and said, "Congratulations to Nangong Donor."
At that moment, Chu Tianshu and others left the main hall, and Zhihong arranged a meditation room for them to rest.
The entire afternoon was spent at Wanfa Temple.
Chu Tianshu was meditating and practicing in the Zen room. He felt that although the spiritual energy here was not richer than elsewhere, it seemed to have such a strange power that made it easier for people to enter the state.
Nangong Hehuan was bored to the extreme, and would come to the Zen room where Chu Tianshu was from time to time.
Chu Tianshu was really upset by him. When he pushed the door open again, he said angrily: "Can you stay quietly in your room?"
Nangong Hehuan sighed: "I'm bored."
Chu Tianshu rolled his eyes: "There are two beauties by your side, what's the point of being boring?"
Nangong Hehuan grinned and said, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who professes prostitution in front of the Buddha?"
Chu Tianshu was speechless: "Who asked you to show off your prostitution in the daytime?
Can't you do something else?"
Nangong Hehuan asked: "What can I do?"
"You are really worthy of your name. There is nothing else in your mind, right?"
Chu Tianshu said angrily: "You can fight the landlord, isn't it just right for three of you?"
After saying that, he pushed Nangong Hehuan out and closed the door directly.
"Fighting Landlords?"
Outside the door, Nangong Hehuan touched his chin: "It's not a bad idea."
…
At night, the palace family.
Gong Yibo organizes a family dinner every month, and all the Gong children in Nandu attend.
Regardless of whether they are direct descendants or collateral descendants, gathering together is a way for clan members to bond with each other.
However, since Gong Yibo became seriously ill, the family dinner has not been organized for nearly a year.
Today is the 14th day of the lunar calendar, and the Gong family used to choose this day for every family dinner.
Now that Gong Yibo's health was cured by Chu Tianshu, he organized the family dinner again.
This family dinner was larger than before, and it also meant to celebrate Gong Yihiro's recovery.
The Gong family's spacious dining room, which can accommodate hundreds of people dining at the same time, is already full of people.
In addition to the guards in charge of patrols and the servants in charge of the restaurant, other guards and servants were also invited to this family dinner.
At the main table, Gong Yibo and his family were sitting.
It goes without saying that Lao Sangong Yunshan has been away from home for many years.
But at this time, the positions belonging to Su Peiyun and Gong Yunhai were still empty.
Seeing that it was time for the banquet, Gong Yibo asked in a deep voice: "What happened to your mother and your second son?"
Gong Yuntian stood up and said: "My second brother suddenly had a high fever, and my mother went to take care of him."
"Sudden high fever?"
Gong Yibo snorted coldly: "It's really the right time."
Gong Yuntian said: "Shall I call again and ask?
Or I can go pick up mother and son in person."
"No."
Gong Yibo waved his hand, "Have a banquet!"
Since Gong Yibo said so, naturally no one will disobey him.
Peng Dashan ordered the banquet to begin, and the kitchen began to serve food.
At this time, on the roof of a villa not far from the banquet hall, stood a row of big men in black suits.
Each of them carries a rocket launcher on their shoulders.
A total of five.
In the kitchen, a chef in charge of serving food affixed several coin-sized positioners to the bottoms of five copper hot pots without leaving any trace.
The five copper hot pots were sent to different tables, and one of them was placed on the main table.