"..." Zhishan was stunned for a moment after hearing what Hua Weiluo said. After savoring it carefully for a long time, he finally couldn't help laughing.
Hua Weiluo watched the smile on his lips becoming more and more obvious, and couldn't help but feel angry. Just as she was about to make a fist and hit him a few more times, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the door.
"Luo'er, are you up yet?" Mrs. Hua's voice came from the door of the courtyard.
Hua Weiluo quickly stopped what she was doing, straightened her sleeves, ran all the way towards the door of the yard and said: "Get up, get up!!"
"Huahua, grandpa is here to see you too!" Prince Hua said cheerfully towards Hua Weiluo.
"Grandpa, don't you have to go to court today??" Hua Weiluo looked at Prince Hua, who was dressed in casual clothes, and couldn't help but asked him strangely.
"Haha, today is a day for rest, there is no need to go to court." Prince Hua stroked his beard and looked at Hua Weiluo who ran up to him with a smile on his face.
"Good morning, Mr. Hua Lao, Mrs. Hua." Zhishan, who had been standing in the yard, also looked towards the door of the yard at this moment, and said to the two of them with both hands, neither humble nor overbearing.
"This Taoist Priest..." The moment Prince Hua looked at Zhishan, he hesitated.
"Grandpa, this is my junior brother, his name is Zhishan." Hua Weiluo quickly reminded Mr. Hua.
"Master Zhishan." Prince Hua nodded towards him, but he was secretly wondering in his heart, how could this Master Zhishan look so similar to the Seventh Prince... "I didn't know that Master Zhishan appeared in my daughter's yard early in the morning.
Here, what’s important??”
Zhishan thought for a moment, thinking that since Mr. Hua Laowen and Master are both the Eighth Elders, it would be better to say something directly. So he raised his head and said to Mr. Hua Lao lightly: "Old Prince, since the flowers have not yet fallen."
I was sent to Qingxin Temple to learn martial arts. I think I am also a close friend of my master. To be honest, a scripture was stolen from the Taoist temple recently. Master sent us brothers to the capital to track down the theft of this scripture."
"..." After listening to Zhishan's words, Mr. Hua Lao fell into silence for a moment. He looked at Zhishan with a pair of wise eyes. After a moment, he asked in a low voice: "About the secret of this scripture, has your master ever
Let me tell you and listen??”
"I said it." Zhishan said in a deep voice, with a hint of worry on his handsome and fair face: "I just recently heard that the cassock of the great abbot of Shaolin Temple was also stolen. I'm afraid it has something to do with the theft of this scripture.
."
Having said this, Prince Hua Lao naturally understood what Zhishan was talking about.
He sighed softly, dismissed the maids around him, and said to Zhishan: "Although I have been in the capital all year round, I have heard of the name Zhishan Taoist Priest. You are the gatekeeper under that old man Qingxin.
Disciple, he will naturally tell you these things."
Zhishan stood there quietly, looking at Lord Hua Lao with a pair of dark and deep eyes, but did not speak.
"In this case, you should investigate the matter of this scripture carefully in the capital. If there is anything that requires help from our Huawang Mansion, I will definitely help. After all, the old man Qingxin and I are considered close friends." Hua Laowen thought for a moment.
Ichiban, but didn't mention a word about the theft of his palace.
"Thank you, Lord Hua." Zhishan said calmly, clasping his fists towards Lord Hua.
