Chapter 4 The Great Deed of Growth Can't Be Stopped
In the small building, there is a lamp like a bean, and the figures are looking forward to it.
The steward Xu Liang put away the oil-paper umbrella, opened the gray linen bag, took out charcoal and stuffed it into the heater, with a slightly complicated expression.
'Wait a minute.'
'Why?'
'I owe the owner of this place a favor.'
What is all this?
Who is Little Master Yichen talking to?
Could it be that attending a banquet just after recovering from a serious illness disturbed the spirit and led to madness?
A trace of guilt arose in Xu Liang's heart.
It was he who suggested earlier that he invite this visiting monk who was recovering from illness to attend the banquet so that he could relax and unwind.
He sneered at the "words of eminent monks" from the servants in the mansion, but he still respected young master Yichen very much.
Although the life experience of the young master has not yet been found out, such extraordinary appearance and skin that is better maintained than the ladies in the capital are definitely not possessed by those fake monks in the run-down temples in the wilderness.
It is a pity that Buddhism declined more than 20 years ago.
Even if the young master insists on being shaved, not having sex with women, and not eating meat, he can't change all this.
Xu Liang sighed secretly, turned around, and said with a smile: "Little master, how about I talk to you for a while."
Zhou Yi was carefully inspecting the ginger juice brought back by Xiangzhu, and caught the worry floating in Xu Liang's eyes. Xiangzhu also kept his head lowered with a gloomy look on his side, knowing that both of them were thinking wrongly.
They couldn't hear the weird sounds, and the sound of the sword energy was like the sound of thunder, so they could only hear themselves "talking to themselves" in the air.
If they knew that just now there was standing behind them a sinister bull-headed monster as tall as a small building, which loved to eat the heart, liver, and brains, and was trying to choose someone to devour, they would definitely be grateful to them at this time.
But Zhou Yi didn't bother to explain.
"Manager Xu, don't bother me. The young monk wants to take a rest."
Zhou Yi smiled at Xu Liang, paused, and then said: "Donor, please come back early. There are still many things waiting for you to deal with from tomorrow on."
Whether it was the missing visitors from the capital or the dead maid, they were all within the scope of Steward Xu's responsibilities, and he was busy enough.
"Haha, look at me when I'm not busy. That's fine. I still have some things to deal with, so I'll take my leave now."
Xu Liang handed him away, obviously he just said polite words.
In fact, there are not many daily affairs that he needs to handle in the old residence of Xu Mansion, but as a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister, he also has his own entertainment and night life.
Zhou Yi's eyes followed Xu Liang's bloated figure and fell somewhere in front of the building.
The body of the maid before was gone.
Before he left, Xuhua didn't take him with him.
'Could it be that the scene where the maid was killed just now was just an illusion deliberately created by Xihua?'
'No, from what Chief Xuhua said, that maid was eaten to death because she was greedy for money.'
Zhou Yi's heart moved and he turned to the maid Xiangzhu.
"Xiangzhu, is there a maid in the house who is about the same age as you, looks somewhat similar to you, has a slender figure, and wears a double bun?"
Hearing this, Xiangzhu's originally gloomy face became even more ugly, and she said quietly: "How much do you dislike Xiangzhu, sir?"
I???
Zhou Yi felt that his brain circuit was a little unable to keep up. His eyes drifted to somewhere on the girl's proud chest and comforted him: "How could it be? She is far inferior to you."
Xiangzhu was startled, and then he realized what he was talking about. A faint pink cloud spread over his cheeks, and he rolled his eyes at the serious-looking monk. The girl's unique playfulness was full of charm.
"Sir, what you are talking about should be the maid Bi Yin, Mr. Xu Xiaolang's personal maid. In the past, people often mistaken Xiang Zhu for her from behind."
Xu Xiaolangjun does not refer to Xu Zhiling's son, but to one of Xu Zhiling's nephews.
This person grew up in an old house in Wenhe County. He has a lot of friends on weekdays. He is fond of drinking and drinking, and has a gambling habit. He is not close to women. He is already twenty-three this year and has not yet married. However, with the prestige of the Xu family, he is The county is already a "character".
Zhou Yi looked out the window again: "Have you met her recently?"
"Yes. Just now I went to ask Manager Xu for fresh charcoal, and she happened to be passing by." Xiangzhu said a little strangely.
Zhou Yi was startled.
Why is the time so wrong?
"Then is there anything wrong with her?" Zhou Yi asked again.
Xiangzhu thought about it carefully: "It seems not. She even showed off the newly bought hairpin to me and seemed very happy. Why do you ask this, sir?"
"It's okay, just ask."
Zhou Yi said perfunctorily, thinking to himself, is it really just an illusion?
However, there is also the possibility of wasting money and killing people later.
But why not take action against Manager Xu?
Could it be that it would be better to kill a sister to prove the truth?
Zhou Yi didn't think about it anymore. The strange secrets of this world were finally revealed, but it already made him exhausted.
God bless you, have a good sleep tonight.
"Wait a minute, I haven't washed my hair yet, Xiangzhu!"
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The elegant soothing incense floats out from the small copper stove made of gold and silver, like orchids and musk deer.
It wasn't until it was confirmed that the handsome monk on the couch was fast asleep, that the tenderness and naivety on the face of the maid Xiangzhu gradually faded away. Her face became pale, and her beautiful eyes were cold, but there was a hint of uneasiness and fear.
'What happened just now?'
'Who...are you?'
Xiangzhu stared straight at Zhou Yi's fair and handsome face.
She has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, and her seven orifices have become clear, and her ears are extraordinary, far superior to greasy housekeepers like Xu Liang.
When the muffled thunder sounded just now, she vaguely heard an unusual echo mixed in with the sound of wind and rain.
It made her scalp numb and shuddering.
Master once said that there are monsters in the world that are invincible to ordinary people. Their voices are hidden in the wind and rain, like songs and weeping. Only masters with profound cultivation can speak to them.
'Is this Monk Yichen really an expert outside the world?'
When he came down the mountain, his master once commented that he had gained six points of the true essence of human martial arts.
After hiding in Xu Mansion for two years, he kept practicing and improved rapidly. Even the old servant next to Xu Gong, who saw the dragon but never saw its end, could beat him.
If Yichen was really a reclusive monk, there was no way he would have been unaware of it for a month.
But this Yichen is a bit too young. Even in the past when Buddhism was prosperous, there was no such young eminent monk.
She thought for a moment, then reached out and wiped it on her face.
The face belonging to Xiangzhu disappeared and was replaced by a cold face with eyes like autumn water.
In the blink of an eye, she had changed into black clothes and left the small building through the window.
Taking advantage of the pavilion and branches, she landed in front of a small house a hundred steps away.
Here lives the steward of the Xu Mansion who is responsible for outbound purchases.
Through the paper window, one could vaguely see the steward hugging a young woman, who was the maid Bi Yin.
Both of them slept deeply, breathing evenly, with a faint blush remaining on their faces after the clouds and rain.
Over the past two years, she had already become aware of some of the dirty things going on in the Xu Mansion.
Compared with the other Yinghao families mentioned by Master, the Xu family at least has Xu Gong and Erlang in charge, which is considered good.
Looking at the viscous liquid at the corner of Biyin's mouth, Xiangzhu looked strange.
"Isn't Biyin fine? She can eat and sleep. Why is Yichen so nervous?"
"I must have thought too much. He is just an ordinary monk."
Xiangzhu sighs quietly, feeling lucky but also feeling a little inexplicable.
She raised her head and looked at the night sky where the dark clouds had dispersed and the bright moon appeared, and a haze appeared in her eyes.
The two-year appointment is approaching, and the unfathomable uncle is about to come out.
But she, who is known as the most outstanding female disciple of Shanmen's generation, has been unable to complete this unique human trial.