Chapter 1595: Making an exception and leaving the temple
"Get get it--"
There was a sound of wooden fish pounding in the temple.
It is neither too slow nor too slow, but it is not allowed to be disturbed by outsiders.
Sun Xiucai could only kneel down on the cushion and wait patiently for the wooden fish to stop.
However, his constant changing posture and rapid breathing made his waiting heart seem restless.
Soon, the sound of Buddhist scriptures and wooden fish stopped, and Murong Wuxin rang faintly: "You are confused."
Sun Xiucai spoke respectfully at the door: "My grandpa, I'm sorry, it's because I didn't practice enough."
Murong Wuxin said in a calm tone: "A big thing happened? You can't solve it?"
"Old man, I'm sorry, things are a bit different."
Sun Xiucai nodded with difficulty: "I gave Ye Fan a warning, and Ye Fan also used his backhand to defeat me."
"The collision between the two sides is considered fierce, but they are both in a controllable range, and the bottom line of meeting each other will be retained in the future."
"But last night, a group of people pretended to be the Martial Alliance and killed the mute, broke the hands of dozens of Boss Qiao, and flattened more than a dozen buildings in Qiao's Teahouse."
"Ye Fan and the Martial Alliance were instantly criticized by thousands of people."
"Ye Fan needs me to give an explanation and calm the storm, otherwise he will believe that I will start a war against Murong."
Sun Xiucai was helpless: "After all, I used Boss Qiao's chess piece to attack him."
Then he briefly explained the events of the past two days so that Murong Wuxin could make better judgments.
After hearing this, Murong Wuxin spoke indifferently: "Someone is catching fish?"
Sun Xiucai nodded: "That's right, the mastermind behind the scenes is about to break up our relationship with Ye Fan."
"We are trying to join forces with Ye Fan. Except for you and I, Ye Fan, we should not be known to other forces."
"Where did the mastermind behind this get the news?"
Murong Wuxin's voice sank: "And he can grasp the heat to perfection?"
Murong had just used the teahouse to plot against Ye Fan, but the mastermind behind the scenes made a fuss, and the calculation was too accurate.
This also made the relationship between Murong and Ye Fan worse.
"The news leak will not be with Murong."
Sun Xiucai lowered his head slightly: "It is likely that Ye Fan missed it, after all, he only has one voice."
"It may even be that Ye Fan made a noise, telling us to join forces with him to deal with the two men, and let the two men turn the guns at us."
"But Ye Fan didn't expect that the two of you stabbed us and also took him into a shattering blame."
Sun Xiucai made his own judgment.
Murong Wuxin gently rotated the Buddhist beads:
"Well, this is possible, but it's no longer important to investigate the leak of news."
"The important thing is to flatten the teahouse and kill the mute group."
Murong Wuxin asked: "Does the group of people who pretended to be martial arts alliance have no clues?"
"No, they came quickly and went quickly. After pushing the teahouse, they cut off their arms and ran away."
Sun Xiucai told the news he had found out about the origin:
"You know, there are many mines in West China. These excavators can be found in just one or two years."
"And Boss Qiao and the others were only staring at their house, and they didn't see each other's face clearly. They only knew that they claimed that the Wumeng was doing things for Ye Fan."
"Of course, it rained heavily last night, the camera was damaged again, and many traces were not found."
"But I judged it from the other party's methods and behaviors that it is likely to be the people of Nangong Fu and Ouyang Wuji."
Sun Xiucai told his thoughts.
"Nangong Fu and Ouyang Wuji?"
Murong Wuxin pondered for a while, then smiled faintly:
"They have always been my only leader. When have they been so bold that they plotted against me?"
"But it is also possible that if your wings are hard and the Arctic Chamber of Commerce supports you, you will inevitably become domineering."
The old man commented on Nangong Fu and the others, and then changed the subject: "You are here to tell me something?"
"The murderer can offer a reward to chase him, and the mastermind behind him can also slowly track him down."
Sun Xiucai let out a long breath: "But Ye Fan's mood is a little unstable now."
"He wants me to explain and explain to him before 8 o'clock tonight, otherwise there will be a full war against the Murong family."
"I am not sure to calm his anger for the time being, nor can I guarantee him, so I want to invite the old man out."
"To suppress Ye Fan's murderous intent and to regain trust in us, the old man needs to meet him in person to show sincerity."
"I know this is a reluctant request."
"After all, the old man hasn't left this temple for many years."
"And there are many enemies outside, so it is inevitable to encounter danger when you go out, but now it is time to be in a critical moment for the family..."
"Once Ye Fan ignores his struggle with the Murong family, even if we win, we will lose more than 80% of our resources, which is not worth the loss."
"After all, the old man wants to be stable for another ten years."
Sun Xiucai told all his thoughts.
Murong Wuxin did not respond immediately, but fell into deep thought.
Ten years ago, a master told him that as long as he stayed in this temple for the rest of his life, he would guarantee Murong Wuxin a good end in this life.
Even if Tang Pingfan brought people in person, he could make Murong Wuxin live well.
But once you leave the temple, your fate will be over, and Murong Wuxin will live and die in peace.
Therefore, Murong Wuxin stayed in the temple for ten years.
Now that he was leaving, he was hesitant.
Just thinking about the ten years of self-detention and the Murong family's life and death juncture, Murong Wuxin made the final decision:
"I didn't expect that I had lived in seclusion in the temple for ten years, but today I would make an exception for a young boy."
"But for the survival and revitalization of the Murong family, I will go to see Ye Fan today."
"Look at what kind of three-headed and six-armed son Zhao Mingyue, Tang Pingfan's son-in-law, is."
"I left the temple gate against the guidance of an expert, which is the greatest sincerity of the Murong family to him Ye Fan."
"It would be a big deal if he doesn't accept the joining conditions like this."
Murong Wuxin laughed loudly, then put away the Buddhist beads and spoke:
"Scholar, prepare the car!"
Although he stepped into practice with one foot, his focus was still on the world. He hoped that the Murong family would be stable for a few more years.
Sun Xiucai hurriedly spoke respectfully: "Yes!"
Three minutes later, the dilapidated temple door opened with a click.
An old man who looked like Maitreya Buddha walked out wearing a monk's robe and holding Buddhist beads.
It looks peaceful and silent, but it gives people a deep and inviolable situation.
"Old man!"
Sun Xiucai bowed to ninety degrees.
Murong Wuxin said lightly: "Let's go."
Sun Xiucai hurriedly transferred a convoy to come.
Half an hour later, a Lincoln convoy slowly drove down from the top of Feilai Peak.
Nearly a hundred people guarding it.
At this time, a sight of Murong Wuxin's car was quietly locked in the hill more than a thousand meters to the side.
The crosshairs on the scope moved slowly with the car and finally positioned on Murong Wuxin's shadow.
The wind blowing from the forest became even more violent.
There was also a faint thunder coming from the depths of the sky.
A few heavy raindrops suddenly fell from the sky, making a "crackling" sound when hitting the car.
Murong Wuxin seemed to have a sense of emotion, and his eyes suddenly condensed into light and looked at the hills.
At this moment, the car left the mountain gate and the speed slowed down and got bumped.
Murong Wuxin leaned forward slightly.
The entire upper body becomes clear in the windshield.
It just shook and convex.
"flutter!"
A sniper bullet flew over.
Sun Xiucai clearly saw that Murong Wuxin's body was tilted back as if he was hit hard.
A bloody flower suddenly bloomed on the old man's chest.