Sanniu disappeared into the main hall without a trace.

Song Xi narrowed his eyes.

She originally thought that Yu Jinwen would never leave Nan Song, but she didn't expect that he would actually leave her, exposing Nan Song like this.

But Song Xi is not a fool. The pilgrims and tourists surrounding Nan Song are all dressed in plain clothes. But if you take a closer look, you can see that they are tall and straight, with kinked muscles. They wear miniature headphones in their ears.

The waist covered by the clothes probably also has a penis.

Either plainclothes or special police officers surrounded Nansong tightly.

As long as she dares to make a move, they will immediately lock her position, draw their guns, and kill all her people in one fell swoop.

Perhaps, she could go and have a chat with Yu Jinwen.

Song Xi had a micro-communicator embedded in her collarbone, and she issued an order coldly, telling everyone to stay where they were and not to act rashly.

Under the leadership of the novice monk, Yu Jinwen entered a quiet courtyard and met an old friend of Mr. Yu, who became the abbot.

"I've met Master Yixin." Yu Jinwen gave a junior salute.

While the tea was brewing, Yi Xin, who had two slender white eyebrows, waved his hand kindly, gesturing for Yu Jinwen to sit down. His voice was like an ancient bell, soft and slow, deep, but with a long aftertaste, "A simple and humble room,

There is only rough tea, which cannot compare with the fragrance of your grandpa's tea."

"Coarse tea is fine. If you do as the Romans do, I won't choose."

Yu Jinwen looked calm, picked it up, took a sip, and slowly put it down, "It's quite rough. I'll send you some later."

Master Yixin narrowed his eyes and smiled: "That's so embarrassing, it's such a waste of money."

“It doesn’t cost anything.”

Yu Jinwen smiled slightly and said, "My wife has a tea house at home, and the green tea is very fragrant. I have some left and will send them to you."

The sound of "My wife" made Master Yixin's old and serious face show a look of curiosity and gossip. He first looked behind him, but saw no one, then leaned forward, his long eyebrows trembling.

Shake, "Where is your wife? Why don't you bring her over to see me?"

Yu Jinwen raised his eyes and said, "You are a monk, is it appropriate to gossip like this?"

Master Yixin stared, "What's wrong with monks? Can monks not gossip?"

"able."

Yu Jinwen smiled softly, he couldn't afford to offend this old man.

It was a coincidence that Master Yixin escaped into Buddhism. He was also married in the mortal world. Later, because he was not doing his job properly, his wife ran away with him. When he woke up drunk, the house was empty except for a string of Buddhist beads.

Everything was moved away by my wife.

Twisting the string of Buddhist beads, he suddenly felt that life was like a big dream, lifeless, so he went away to a foreign country and became a monk.

After becoming a monk, he felt as if he was reborn. He put on his cassock and answered questions for pilgrims. He listened to countless gossips and interesting stories. He increasingly felt that what he had experienced was nothing. After hearing all the weird and weird things in the world, he also

I realized many truths and gradually moved towards eminent monks.

However, in Yu Jinwen's eyes, the person in front of him still seemed to be a weird grandfather who would hug him and play with him and give him sweets.

"She is in the main hall." Yu Jinwen said leisurely, "I need to use your place to kill someone."

Master Yixin has long received notices and reminders from the police. This kind of thing happens every year, and he has long been used to it.

only......
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