Chapter 1595: Making an exception and leaving the temple
"Definitely -"
The sound of wooden fish tapping was heard in the temple.
Not in a hurry, but not allowed to be disturbed by outsiders.
Sun Xiucai could only kneel down on the futon and wait patiently for the wooden fish to stop.
But the constant changing of postures and rapid breathing made his waiting heart seem very restless.
Soon, the sound of Buddhist scriptures and wooden fish stopped, and Murong Wuxin said softly: "You are confused."
Sun Xiucai said respectfully to the door: "Old man, I'm sorry, it's because I haven't practiced enough."
Murong Wuxin spoke calmly: "Something big happened? You can't solve it?"
"Old man, I'm sorry, things are a little different."
Sun Xiucai nodded with difficulty: "I gave Ye Fan a show of strength, and Ye Fan defeated me with his backhand."
"The collision between the two sides was intense, but it was within a controllable range, leaving a bottom line for easy encounters in the future."
"But last night, a group of people pretended to be a martial arts alliance and killed the mute, broke the hands of dozens of Boss Qiao's people, and leveled more than a dozen buildings of Qiao's Tea House."
"Ye Fan and Wu Meng were accused by many people in an instant."
"Ye Fan needs me to give an explanation and calm down the storm, otherwise he will think that it was me who started the war against Murong."
Sun Xiucai was helpless: "After all, it was me who first used Boss Qiao's chess piece to challenge him."
Then he briefly described what happened in the past two days, so that Murong Wuxin could make a better judgment.
After listening to this, Murong Wuxin said calmly: "Someone is fishing in troubled waters?"
Sun Xiucai nodded: "Yes, the mastermind behind the scenes wants to break up our relationship with Ye Fan."
"Our attempt to join forces with Ye Fan should not be known to other forces except that you know and I know that Ye Fan knows."
"Where did the mastermind behind this get the information?"
Murong Wuxin's voice dropped: "And you are also very good at controlling the heat?"
Murong just used the teahouse to plot against Ye Fan, but the mastermind behind the scenes demolished the teahouse and put the blame on him. His calculation was so accurate.
This also caused the relationship between Murong and Ye Fan to deteriorate.
"The news will not be leaked from Murong's side."
Sun Xiucai lowered his head slightly: "It's probably because Ye Fan was frivolous and let it slip. After all, he only wants one voice."
"It's even possible that Ye Fan spread the word and told us that we would join forces with him to deal with the two families, and asked the two families to turn their guns towards us."
"It's just that Ye Fan didn't expect that while the two people stabbed us, they also blamed him."
Sun Xiucai made his own judgment.
Murong Wuxin gently turned the beads:
"Well, it's possible, but it's no longer important to track down the leaks now."
"The important thing is to find out the gang that demolished the teahouse and killed the mute."
Murong Wuxin asked: "Don't the people pretending to be from the Martial Alliance have any clues?"
"No, they came and left quickly. After pushing the tea house, they chopped off their arms and ran away."
Sun Xiucai told all the news he had learned from where he came from:
"You know, there are many mines in West China. If these excavators and people hide in any mine, they won't be able to find them for a year and a half."
"Boss Qiao and the others were only looking at their own house at that time and did not see each other's faces clearly. They only knew that they claimed that they were working for Ye Fan from the Martial Alliance."
"Of course, it rained heavily last night and the camera was damaged. Many traces can't be found."
"But judging from the other party's modus operandi and behavior, it is likely that he belongs to Nangong Fu and Ouyang Wuji."
Sun Xiucai told him his thoughts.
"Nangong Fu and Ouyang Wuji?"
Murong Wuxin pondered for a while, then smiled faintly:
"They have always followed my lead. When did they become bold enough to plot against me?"
"But it's also possible that with its wings strong and the support of the Arctic Chamber of Commerce, it will inevitably become domineering."
The old man commented a few words about Nangong Fu and the others, and then changed the subject: "You came here just to tell me something?"
"The murderer can be hunted down with a reward, and the person behind the scenes can also be slowly traced."
Sun Xiucai exhaled a long breath: "But Ye Fan is a little emotionally unstable now."
"He wants me to give him an explanation before eight o'clock tonight, otherwise I will start an all-out war against the Murong family."
"I'm not sure of calming his anger at the moment, and I can't guarantee him, so I want to ask the old man to come out."
"To suppress Ye Fan's murderous intention and regain trust in us, the old man needs to meet in person to show his sincerity."
"I know this is an unkind invitation."
"After all, the old man hasn't left this temple for many years."
"And there are many enemies outside. It's inevitable that you will encounter danger when you go out. But now we have reached a critical moment for the family..."
"Once Ye Fan ignores and fights with the Murong family, even if we win, we will lose more than 80% of our resources. The gain is not worth the loss."
"After all, the old man wants stability for another ten years."
Sun Xiucai expressed his thoughts in detail.
Murong Wuxin did not respond immediately, but fell into deep thought.
Ten years ago, an expert told him that as long as he stayed in this temple for the rest of his life, he would ensure that Rong Murong Wuxin died a good death.
Even if Tang Pingfan brought people here in person, he could still let Murong Wuxin live well.
But once they leave the temple, their fate will be over, and Murong Wuxin will live and die according to his destiny.
Therefore, Murong Wuxin stayed in the temple for ten years.
Now that he was about to leave, he was somewhat hesitant.
Just thinking about the ten years of self-imprisonment and the critical moment of life and death for the Murong family, Murong Wuxin made the final decision:
"I didn't expect that I have been living in seclusion in the temple for ten years, but today I have to make an exception for a young boy to go out."
"But for the survival and revitalization of the Murong family, I will go see Ye Fan today."
"Look at what Zhao Mingyue's son, Tang Pingfan's son-in-law, is like."
"I left the temple gate against the advice of an expert, which can be regarded as the Murong family's greatest sincerity to him, Ye Fan."
"It's such a shame if he doesn't accept the conditions for joining forces."
Murong Wuxin burst out laughing, then put away the beads and said:
"Xiucai, prepare your car!"
Although he has stepped into spiritual practice, his focus is still on the world of mortals, hoping that the Murong family will be stable for a few more years.
Sun Xiucai hurriedly said respectfully: "Yes!"
Three minutes later, the dilapidated temple door opened with a click.
An old man who looked like Maitreya Buddha came out wearing monk's robes and holding Buddhist beads.
It looks peaceful and falls silently, but it gives people a deep and inviolable attitude.
"Old man!"
Sun Xiucai bowed to ninety degrees.
Murong Wuxin said calmly: "Let's go."
Sun Xiucai hurriedly mobilized a fleet of troops.
Half an hour later, a Lincoln motorcade slowly drove down from Feilai Peak.
Nearly a hundred people guarded it.
At this time, on the hill more than a thousand meters to the side, a scope quietly locked onto Murong Wuxin's car.
The crosshair on the scope moved slowly with the car, and finally positioned itself on Murong Wuxin's shadow.
The wind blowing from the mountains and forests became stronger.
There was also a faint sound of thunder coming from deep in the sky.
Several heavy raindrops suddenly fell from the sky and hit the car with a "crackling" sound.
Murong Wuxin seemed to be sensing something, and his eyes suddenly condensed and looked towards the hill.
At this moment, the car left the mountain gate, slowing down and bumping.
Murong Wuxin leaned forward slightly.
The entire upper body becomes clear in the windshield.
It's just like this, a sway.
"flutter!"
A sniper bullet flew towards me.
Sun Xiucai clearly saw that Murong Wuxin's body leaned back as if he had been hit hard.
A flower of blood suddenly bloomed on the old man's chest.
