In front of the main hall of Puji Temple, a middle-aged monk scratched his scalp and said: "Su Ji'an is a sick man. He was sent away by Suning's grandfather for treatment when he was a child."
"I left when I was ten years old. I came back to the village when I was thirty-five. I was told that I had mental problems and was wandering around like crazy."
"I asked someone familiar with the matter to describe Su Jian's appearance, and it felt like..."
The corners of Li Muzi's mouth raised, and he said with a sense of understanding: "It feels a lot like Su Xinglan."
"Yes." The middle-aged monk exhaled hard, nodded seriously and said, "There are six or seven points of the image."
Li Muzi reached out and touched the stone lion in front of the mountain gate, and said to himself: "If Su Xinglan is Su Jian, many incredible things will not be difficult to explain."
"For example, why did Taoshan Village become a dragon's pond and a tiger's den? Let's not talk about whether ordinary spies went away and never came back. The elder of my Buddhist sect was actually seriously injured."
"Another example is that Suning's hit secret was concealed by an expert, causing me to suffer severe backlash during the forced deduction, and I was seriously injured."
"Just imagine, he had just arrived at that time and had never met Ji Xuanqing or other high-level officials in Kunlun. How could such a country dog win the favor of the superiors?"
"The answer is very simple. Su Xinglan is Suning's third uncle. He is the one who secretly protects his nephew."
"On the trip to the Miao border, Su Xinglan, as the third elder of Kunlun who had retired for ten years, traveled thousands of miles to show up. In the eyes of outsiders, he was doing it to preserve Lingxi and Kunlun."
"But looking back, thinking about it, Suning's safety may be what he cares about most."
"Suning, Su Tongyuan, Su Xinglan, oh, why can't I get in touch with such a simple matter?" Li Muzi said with self-deprecation on his face, showing his unwillingness: "I wasted a lot of chess pieces and took too many detours.
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There was a hint of fear in the eyes of the middle-aged monk, and he said anxiously: "Then..."
Li Muzi avoided talking and walked straight into the main hall.
He stood in front of the golden statue of Lord Jianglong, lit the incense with a solemn expression, bowed his head and said, "Su Tongyuan left it to Bai Nanxian to take revenge."
"This chess piece is dispensable to me, it doesn't have to be used."
"It's a pity that I can't calculate Kunlun, but if I could see Yunzong and Ziwei biting each other, hey, wouldn't this be a wonderful show?"
The middle-aged monk stirred the wick of the lamp to make the flame more intense and said, "Where is Suning?"
Li Muzi inserted the burning incense into the incense burner, patted the ashes on his hands and said, "Let him live in peace for a few days. At least we won't touch him until he officially worships in Kunlun."
The middle-aged monk said immediately: "If you hurt him now, Su Xinglan can come to your door on the grounds of personal grudges."
"Once Suning becomes a disciple of Kunlun, personal grudges will turn into a battle among the six meridians."
"This man who stands at the pinnacle of martial arts must be punished according to the agreement of the Six Meridians, otherwise a single Buddhist sect will be massacred by Madman Su just like the Xuanmen did fifteen years ago."
Li Muzi yawned and walked to the back door, followed the winding path to the top of the mountain and said: "Can the mere agreement of six meridians really restrain Su Xinglan?
"Maybe, maybe not."
"But no matter what, Buddhism should not bear such a disaster."
"Just...let Yun Zong go and die with Madman Su."
In the dark night, the little monk smiled softly, and he was indescribably handsome and extraordinary.
The middle-aged monk showed clear understanding and walked briskly.
"Remember, you must never talk about Su Xinglan's identity to a third party."
"clear."
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Chen Family, the small courtyard where Fang Wenxuan lives.
In the dead of night, people gradually hear the chirping of insects.
After taking a bath, Diao Fanyin wore simple and elegant cotton pajamas and sat on the sofa in the living room reading a book.
To be precise, she was reading a book while talking to Su Tongyuan who was working in the kitchen.
