"Well, for the sake of Monk Daoxin, I will give you a famous post." Li Gang took a famous post from the table and handed it to the servant next to him. "But go back and tell your young master, it's best if you don't let me hear something bad about this post?"

"Your Madam, you should be trusting the villain, but you should believe in the character of Master Daoxin."

"If it weren't for Monk Daoxin, would you think you could get this famous post?" Old Master Li sneered, "Do your young master think my famous post is so simple that I can get?"

The next morning, when Mr. Li Gang set out for Chang'an, Lu Fu, who had been traveling for a long distance, also embarked on the way back to Jiangzhou with a famous letter from the old man and a letter to Master Daoxin.

Wukong brought a group of monks to live back to the Lu family. The one who was most afraid of was not them, but Cui Yining.

Although Manager Cui is just a foreign house manager of the Lu family, he has more or less contact with the Lu family's troops. After all, although he cannot control these people, he still has to go through him for example to pay monthly money.

Although Manager Cui knew that under normal circumstances, the eldest son would never risk the consequences of turning against Master Daoxin to take the monks and Wukong into the same way. However, Manager Cui, who knew the number and strength of these Lu family members, was always worried these days, worried that one morning he would hear the news of the young master's death.

It’s nothing if the young master dies, but if his fairy water is cut off, it will be a real trick!

It is impossible not to say that the feeling of being the last moment is his own doomsday. I really can't stand it. Manager Cui Yinning and Manager Cui thinks Yali is very big now. If Yali is very big, Manager Cui's temper will naturally become bigger.

As a result, in one afternoon, Manager Cui, who looked bitter and revengeful, beat three servants, scolded two maids, and gave his wife a little color to look at it. The whole afternoon of the yard was full of chaos and panic.

When Cui Yining walked into his account, he still lowered his head, looking like his parents were dead. At this moment, Cui Yining heard a familiar and crisp voice again, "Uncle Cui, your current appearance is seriously inconsistent with the title of a bronze Xiaoqiang who can fight bravely for love and justice at any time. So, I conclude that you have something to worry about, and you must have something to say."

Then, a familiar little figure appeared on the table in front of him, and then the little guy patted Cui Yining on the shoulder with his hands seriously, "But don't worry, Uncle Cui, as long as I am here, you will be saved! Although I am not an old military doctor, no matter whether you are impotence or not, or not, or firm for a while, or... Of course, it will definitely not be that you will not ejaculate for a long time. If so, Uncle Cui, you will not have the expression you are now."

"Little Young Master?" Cui Yining exclaimed, and immediately turned around and rushed to the door, looked out carefully, and then immediately closed the door. He lowered his voice, with a little disbelief in his tone, "You... why did you come here suddenly? It's very dangerous."

"Safe! Safe!" Wukong patted Cui Yining's shoulder with an old aura, "Now there is no one outside, and no one saw it when I came in, so you can rest assured that you are absolutely safe."

"What I worry about is your safety, little boy!" Cui Yining said anxiously, "Now my life is in your hands. If you make a mistake, even if I don't want to accompany you to the underworld, I have to follow you."

"Don't worry, Uncle Cui!" Wukong smiled and patted Cui Yining's shoulder again, "I will definitely not watch you accompany me to the underworld, so don't worry, even if I really have something to do, I'll have already made arrangements. Someone will come to find you at that time..."

Cui Yining's heart was pounding, "Young Master, do you mean that at that time, will you tell me what Shenxianshui is doing?"

"Of course not!" Goku replied naturally, "I said I won't watch you accompany me to the underworld, so I will definitely arrange someone to come to you and then close my eyes."

"Uncle Cui, I advise you not to have any luck." Wukong showed an innocent smile, "I live happily, Uncle Cui, you can live happily. I live unhappy, Uncle Cui, you may not be happy either. If I die, I will definitely have to wait for Uncle Cui, you come to me on the road to the underworld."

"So..." Wukong said seriously, "Uncle Cui, you should help me live well. Believe me, this is the best way for you."

Cui Yining looked depressed and his heart was empty!

"Don't be sad..." Wukong patted Cui Yining's head with a compassionate look on his face, "Uncle Cui, you have to know that the most important thing in life is happiness, so if you feel depressed, you must find a way to relieve yourself. But what if you are not depressed? You must make yourself depressed first and then relieve yourself! Do you understand?"

"Young Master, I don't understand what you want to say?"

"Okay, this is not your fault. It is actually mine to tell jokes to someone with IQ like you." Wukong picked up the account book on the table and opened it, "Now we are serious. I'll let you stare at Lu Qing and Lu Zhi to see if they have any connection with Kuizhou?"

"They seemed to have this idea before, because I had tried Lu Qing several times, and he told me vaguely that he couldn't tell me clearly, but it seemed that he had not taken action yet. However, I accidentally heard Lu Qing say that the eldest son would send him out in a few days, and I guess he might go to Kuizhou in person."

"It seems, it seems, probably!" Wukong flipped through the account book in his hand, "My dear Uncle Cui. I will share with you other things, except for Lu Qing who may go to Kuizhou in person, such as whether you should go by yourself, if so, when will you go, how many people go, or take a horse or a car? If that route, go to Kuizhou, and don't know who you plan to contact. This is the news you have heard from me?"

"Young master, I have tried my best, but you also know that people like us really can't find out!"

"Oh, it's so boring!" Wukong waved his hand boredly, "It's so difficult to find a spy with stronger abilities these days! Well, since you say that because of your identity problem, you can't get any accurate information, then we will find a way to improve your identity. For example, if Lu Qing dies suddenly, can you take it?"

"It's very difficult!" Cui Yining said bluntly, "After all, I don't have the surname Lu, young master, you have to know that I am the manager of the outer court now, and even if Lu Qing dies in the inner court, there will be two deputy managers Lu Chu and Lu He."

"What if all these three are dead?"

"If all three people were dead, maybe it might be possible, but..."

"It's good if it's possible, then you can go there well, and don't worry about other things." Wukong stood up and stretched, "Uncle Cui, but I don't want you to come over and tell me again that there are still seven or eight people named Lu who are standing in front of you, and I'll be very unhappy, do you understand?"

"Yes, young master, I understand!"

Just when Cui Yining had not figured out how Wukong planned to kill Lu Qing and Lu Chu, Lu Zhi, who was in a bad mood, heard a piece of news that made him very depressed.

"What did you say?" Lu Zhi's eyes stared at Lu Qing tightly, "The young master actually brought those monks to build a mourning hall for the head of the family and Mrs. Hua in the main room in the west courtyard?"

"Yes!" Lu Qing nodded with a depressed look on his face, "It started this morning, and it should be halfway through now."

"It's such a mess!" Lu Zhi waved his hand angrily, "It's not the anniversary of the head of the family. What kind of mourning hall is the young master in the mansion? And you, the young master is young and ignorant, so you, the inner court manager, don't go and persuade me?"

"I would have been able to persuade me to move." Lu Qing looked depressed, "I had just been to the West Courtyard, but after entering the yard, I was driven out by the damn monks without saying a few words."

"You were kicked out...How can you...You should..." Lu Zhi opened his mouth for a long time and sighed, "Forget it, the eldest son is busy now, and he doesn't care about the young master's affairs for the time being, and there is also Master Daoxin... Since they want to build a mourning hall, let them do it! Anyway, it's not our money."

"Uncle Zhi, actually..." Lu Qing replied bitterly, "We paid this money."

"What a joke? Without your permission and without the confrontation in the inner courtyard, how could the accountant pay the young master?"

"The problem is that they do hold the cards from the inner courtyard."

"What, they hold your cards?" Lu Zhi cursed without hesitation, "If you do such a thing, you will also pay for the cards to the account to pay for them? If the young master plans to give us a filial piety uniform, would you also plan to pay for them to buy them back, and then put them in and cry a few times? He still thinks that our Lu family has not been embarrassed enough during this period, right?"

ps: Okay, the second 3000 words is here. Fengbiao is still working hard now, to see if he can code a little more. In addition, who can tell Fengbiao in the book review area, what should I do if Fengbiao plans to find a deputy moderator!
Chapter completed!