The leading guard laughed dryly and said: "Young Master's dream is so strange... Haha, well, it's getting late, so in case the master is worried, Young Master should just follow me back to the Xu Mansion."
Kong Dongliu touched his thick black hair, sighed softly, and then laughed at himself.
"Look at the sky, it's only been three sticks of incense. That dream was so vivid, as if it really happened. It's all my fault that the shopkeeper pestered me to tell me the story about the silver monk, which made me do it.
Such a ridiculous and bizarre dream.”
He shook his head slightly, feeling disappointed, and was about to leave the private room.
Suddenly, there was a noise from outside the building.
"Look! The moon is gone!"
"No...it's not gone! It just changed from a full moon back to a waning moon!"
"No, you didn't see it just now. First, the full moon disappeared, and then the crescent moon reappeared...as if someone had replaced it midway."
"Don't talk nonsense, how is this possible!"
Kong Dongliu's heart tightened, and he quickly turned around and looked out the window.
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High in the night sky, the full and bright white full moon disappeared, but turned back into the crescent moon it should have been.
But the moonlight pouring down from the sky has not changed at all.
Suddenly, Kong Dongliu's body trembled and his pupils shrank sharply.
But I saw a round green leaf floating under the moon, then disappeared in the depths of the night.
Kong Dongliu suddenly recalled something, clenched his fists and trembled slightly with his arms.
"Isn't this leaf... the same elm leaf that the eminent monk used in the dream to turn him into a young man?"
He suddenly realized something in his heart and turned his head again to look to the left side of the stone bridge.
At this moment, a small boat passed under the stone bridge.
Sitting at the stern of the boat was a middle-aged Taoist with white temples.
Wearing a Xuanhuang Taoist robe, holding a fly whisk, and a goatee on his chin? He was looking at the figure hidden by the awning in the cabin with a smile.
"It's him! The 'evil man' who appeared first! Wait... Could it be that the person in the cabin at this time is..."
Kong Dongliu's face was flushed, and he felt his heart was about to jump into his throat.
He pushed aside the guard and rushed to the window. When he looked again, there was only a wave of water under the bridge.
At the end of the night, the faint sound of oars hitting the water could be heard.
Ethereal and clear? But he is no longer there.
"It's not a dream... all of this is real, it's real!"
Kong Dongliu clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly, and his expression was so excited that he couldn't help himself.
"It's true that a female ghost harmed me, it's true that she wanted to trap me in my dream, it's true that the holy monk showed up and rescued me! All of this? It's all true!"
Listening to my husband's confused thoughts? The guards became nervous again.
The leading guard was secretly anxious and was about to step forward to say something.
Kong Dongliu, who was full of excitement, suddenly turned around and rushed out of the private room with a loud shout.
"Um?"
After leaving the private room, Kong Dongliu discovered that at some point, there were not many diners left in this restaurant.
And the skinny shopkeeper who seemed to be about to collapse at the slightest breeze? He was forcing a smile on his face and trying to persuade the last table of guests to leave.
Kong Dongliu stood still behind the shopkeeper, cupping his fists and cupping his hands.
"Shopkeeper! Can you tell me more about the deeds of that wonderful silver monk?"
Shopkeeper Li turned around and was stunned when he saw Kong Dongliu. His expression was complicated: "It's you...are you awake? Did Captain Lu guess wrong and it was just a false alarm? Oops? I closed in advance for you.
? Don’t forget to pay three or four taels of silver tonight!”
Kong Dongliu said softly: "Don't worry? I will pay ten times the compensation."
Shopkeeper Li's eyes suddenly lit up, and his face was instantly filled with a smile: "It's easy to talk, sir. Do you want to hear the story of the silver monk again? Let me tell you in detail."
Next, shopkeeper Li of Qingchun Tower vividly recounted the incident of eminent monks picking up silver on the night of Chinese Valentine's Day, which has long been familiar to regular customers of Qingchun Tower.
Over the past month or so, he had told it countless times, and it was already familiar to him, and his tongue was as bright as a flower.
The foreign diners at the table who never wanted to leave seemed to be interested and would ask questions from time to time.
Kong Dongliu asked the silver monk's appearance carefully and learned that the monk had been living in Xu Mansion before, and he was almost certain.
'The eminent monk who saved me in my dream was the masterful silver monk from the Xu Mansion!'
'No wonder he said that he was saving himself just to help the Xu Mansion... I'll go to the Xu Mansion to find someone and find out.'
'That young man, Xu Kun and Xu Zhongcai, looks like a real person. He must know something!'
'Someone was a little neglectful of Mr. Xu Xiaolang before. Let's treat him to a drink first and then talk about it.'
Kong Dongliu suppressed his inner excitement and asked the guards to give him money and thank him again and again.
Shopkeeper Li, who was originally sighing, was overjoyed. He looked at Kong Dongliu and his entourage leaving with a cheerful face, sighing that the noble young master from the capital was so generous.
He didn't notice that the three guests at the last table exchanged glances with each other, and then they all stood up to pay and left.
The curtain of the side hall was opened, and Lu Wujiu, who was hiding inside disguised as a waiter, came out with a slightly strange look on his face.
Shopkeeper Li turned around and said with a smile: "Master Shenzhen, you made a mistake this time. The noble man from the capital was just drunk, nothing serious happened."
Lu Wu Jiu rolled his eyes: "What are you making noise about? Didn't this allow you to earn at least two more months of drinking money? You're still not satisfied!"
"Satisfied, satisfied."
Shopkeeper Li was beaming with excitement, but when he turned around, he murmured in a low voice: "Every time the words "He Yin Seng" comes into play, Mr. Lu will inevitably suffer."
"you……"
Lu Wujiu's eyes widened and he rolled up his sleeves.
Shopkeeper Li seemed to have a vision in the back of his head, laughed dryly, and ran straight downstairs.
"Profiteer, turtle grandson, his mother's son..."
Lu Wujiu snorted coldly and turned to look out the window at the crescent moon that had returned to normal, his eyes gradually softening.
"That monk is indeed someone who likes to meddle in other people's business. He is not in vain for the bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes given by him. However, such an expert has a weird temper. It is best to have as little contact with him as possible in the future."
After walking out of the restaurant, Lu Wu Jiu looked at the direction where the last three guests left.
With his sharp eyesight, he had already seen that those three people were highly skilled in martial arts, and they were obviously coming for Kong Dongliu.
However……
"Even ghosts and monsters can't hurt that young master, let alone a martial artist. Go back to accompany your daughter. She will crawl in less than a month. My daughter, Lu Wu Jiu, will definitely not be easy in the future. Hahaha..."
…
In the small courtyard in the south of the city, Zhou Yizheng was eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake with a picky look on his face.
"The pastry is a little hard, the cane sugar is coarse, and it's cloyingly sweet. Xiangzhu, where did you buy this blindly? Isn't it a waste of money?"
"I didn't buy it, slave."
Xiangzhu pouted and looked at Chen Chi.
Chen Chi hesitated and said: "This is what my disciple... took. I have eaten it before and thought it tasted okay."
Zhou Yi pushed away: "You can eat if you want."
With an embarrassed look on his face, Chen Chi took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and gave a small portion to a certain maid who was already eyeing it. He blushed slightly, hesitated for a moment, and saluted Zhou Yi.
"To be honest, this osmanthus cake was brought by Capt. Lu. Chen Chi knew that Master didn't like to argue, but he still made his own decision and took this bag of osmanthus cake. It should be regarded as a thank-you gift from Capt. Lu to Master."
"Lu Wu Jiu's thank you gift? A bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"
Zhou Yi was startled and his face darkened: "Are you kidding me?"
Chen Chi's face was red and his ears were red, and he was speechless.
A maid's chuckle came from behind.
The little maid, with her mouth full and her cheeks bulging, said vaguely: "Xiao Zuo, it's been so long, and you still don't understand your master's style? He is joking with you... By the way, what exactly is Mr.
How can you help Lu Wuhu?"
Zhou Yi glanced at Xiangzhu lightly.
"The young monk is not joking. One bag is enough to eat, no matter what, two bags are needed. Let's do this. From tomorrow onwards, we will eat cakes instead of bilo. This ingenious bead maid should also be able to do it.
?”
While talking, Zhou Yi picked up another piece of osmanthus cake, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes, and chewed it carefully.
"I think this sweet-scented osmanthus cake was brought to my wife by Captain Lu, but you two had my beard cut off? Anyway, you really shouldn't eat such sweet cakes during the confinement period, so the monk reluctantly accepted it. Maid Zhu,
Can you hear what the young monk just said?"
"Well……"
Xiangzhu opened her mouth wide, her mouth filled with white, and her expression was stiff.
Chen Chi watched this scene with a smile gradually appearing on his face.
Master is indeed always hard-spoken and soft-hearted.
But soon, his eyes drifted to the two people under the elm tree.
Under the tree on the left is a Taoist priest holding a fly whisk and wearing a goatee. He is upright and has a solemn face.
Under the tree on the right, there is a young gentleman with long flowing hair and a beautiful tree facing the wind. He has a smile and an easy-going look on his face.
Xiao Langjun and Master Yichen seem to be somewhat similar, but one has no hair and the other has hair, they feel completely different.
Not only Chen Chi, but Xiangzhu also kept looking at these two people.
After they followed the monk into the courtyard, they stopped under the two elm trees on the left and right.
He remained motionless, and the expression on his face never changed.
Like two statues.
'When you follow a monk, you will encounter weird things like this at every turn.'
Xiangzhu thought silently in her heart. Fortunately, after these days of baptism and training, her ability to bear it was not what it used to be, so she could turn a blind eye.
But she always felt that the well-dressed and upright Taoist looked very familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.
Zhou Yi took in the expressions of Xiangzhu and Chen Chi, put down the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and introduced: "These two are Taoist Ye and Ye Xiaolang. They are destined to be young monks and will live with us in the future."
Taoist Ye and Ye Xiaolang, one solemn and the other gentle, bowed their hands at the same time.
Chen Chi bowed and bowed in return, and the etiquette was thorough.
Xiangzhu was a little troubled and muttered: "Sir, the yard is so big, where can we arrange for these two to live?"
Zhou Yi whispered the Buddha's name and said with a smile: "Amitabha, they live in the trees and don't occupy our room or bed."
As soon as he finished speaking, the autumn wind swept across the courtyard, picking up fallen leaves all over the ground.
When Xiangzhu looked again, Taoist Ye and Ye Xiaolang had disappeared.
Only the two elm trees were left swaying and rustling in the wind.
"Living in a tree... Taoist Ye... Ye Xiaolang..."
Xiangzhu murmured in a low voice, feeling his scalp numb and a chill crawling down his spine.
"Could they be..."
In the corner of his eye, Chen Chi's expression remained as usual, as if he had already guessed it.
She gritted her teeth and took back the second half of the sentence "Ghosts in the trees".
Obviously I have been following the monk for the longest time, but why do I always feel that the distance is getting further and further away?
…
In the small courtyard, Zhou Yizi sat on a wicker chair, looking at the brightening sky, tapping the arm of the chair with his fingers.
The whole process of fighting with the spellcaster in the dreamland flashed through his mind.
To be precise, it was just my own unilateral "breaking technique".
With Ye Ma around, it's actually not too difficult to break a strange dream spell.
The difficulty lies in how to break the technique secretly and low-key without revealing one's identity as a monk.
Although this identity will be exposed sooner or later, for Zhou Yi, it is natural to hide it as late as possible.
'This time, Lord Pingjiang first performed the technique to help Kong Dongliu return to the Yang body, followed by Taoist Ye, and then Ye Xiaolang appeared one after another. I didn't leave much breath... Grandma Kongshan should not be able to guess the breaking technique.
He must be a monk.'
'Even if I have Daming to help me hide the secret, I still can't be careless. That half-baked object-changing technique can only last for three sticks of incense at most, so I need to practice more.'
'Speaking of which, it was the horse-faced benefactor who gave me the inspiration. After it transformed, it went out to travel, and I don't know when we will see each other again.'
Zhou Yi thought wildly, letting his thoughts flow like the wind, unfettered.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sky and the earth changed from yin to yang.
Dawn is coming.
The air was distorted.
Nine small black characters wrapped in golden light arrived as promised.