"Well..." Zhishan looked down at the flowers still lying on the bed, and said in a deep voice: "Get up, let's go to the capital."
"Now??" Hua Weiluo sat up drowsily hugging the quilt, stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and wondered: "Don't we return to pure mind meditation??"
"I won't reply." Zhishan raised the note in his hand, stared at the flowers before they fell, and said in a calm voice: "Master's flying pigeon passed the message."
"Master??" Hua Weiluo hurriedly got up from the bed, walked to Zhishan, looked at the note in his hand, and saw that the note read in black and white:
Zhi Fang has gone to the capital, and the secret book is with him.
"Zhi Fang??" Hua Weiluo scratched her head, trying hard to recall what Junior Brother Zhi Fang looked like, but helpless, no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't remember what Zhi Fang looked like, she just heard
Zhiyuan said that his face is just square.
"Yes." Zhishan nodded, folded the note in his hand, and put it into his lapel. Then he frowned slightly and said, "Zhifang and Zhiyuan live in the same house. Zhiyuan usually cleans and hides.
He would often come to help me when I was doing business... I think so..."
"I think he got familiar with the layout of the Sutra Pavilion while helping Zhiyuan clean it?" Hua Weiluo suddenly realized.
"It should be." Zhishan responded in a deep voice: "When Master called us to a meeting that day, when he mentioned Junior Brother Zhiyuan, he said that Junior Brother Zhiyuan had disappeared for several days. From this point of view, he knew full well that Junior Brother Zhiyuan
He returned to Cangzhou and tried to mislead us."
"So that's it." Hua Weiluo nodded and said angrily: "This guy is really bad!!"
"It's just..." Zhishan hesitated and said nothing.
"Just what??" Hua Weiluo looked up at him. The sunlight coming in from the window happened to shine on the ground behind him. His silhouette was slightly backlit in the bright sunlight, so the expression on his face
, she couldn’t see very clearly.
"It's just Junior Brother Zhifang... He's only twelve years old, a little younger than you. He can't control the tree demon and those skeleton monsters." Zhishan frowned and said slowly.
"What do you mean..." Hua Weiluo thought for a while and said in a hesitant voice: "Zhi Fang is just a chess piece, and there should be someone behind the scenes behind him."
"Yes." Zhishan nodded and sighed longly: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's pack up. We should go to the capital."
"Okay." Hua Weiluo responded repeatedly, then picked up the coat hanging on the bedside and put it on, walked to the washbasin in the room, washed his face and said, "I'm going to see if Zhizhen and the others have gotten up."
"They returned to Qingxin Guan last night." Zhishan stretched out his hand and grabbed her arm, saying calmly.
"Huh??" Hua Weiluo was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Zhishan's expression as if he was joking, and couldn't help but wonder: "Going back so soon? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Yesterday, I saw that Zhiyuan didn't look like he was talking, so I asked them to rush back overnight to report to Master. But I didn't expect that they would receive a letter from Master early this morning." Zhishan frowned slightly,
He said calmly.
"Then... just the two of us are going to the capital??" Hua Weiluo stood there and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
