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Li Si couldn't help but said: "Sister, you are wearing so little clothes! You will get sick if you look like this!"

Li Si's cute and pleasant tone could make anyone like it, but the silly nun in front of him didn't seem to be too cold, and said solemnly: "Being cold is also a kind of practice."

Li Quan opened his mouth, and suddenly found that he couldn't find anything to say to such a nun. After thinking about it, he asked directly:

"No matter what happened in the past, I just want to know if there is a person named Murong Xue here. If the female Bodhisattva tells me, I have a little money for sesame oil here."

As he spoke, Li Quan calmly took out a thousand tael silver note.

The nun sneaked a glance, and was taken aback when she saw the face value of the bank note. Obviously suppressing her joy, she cautiously reached out and took it.

It's still silver!

Li Quan now happily waited for the other party to inform him of the details, not wanting the other party to return to his previous posture after taking the money.

"Sorry, there is no one named Murong Xue here."

Chapter 848 Looking for Traces

The nun is not very old, but this sentence really stumped Li Quan. pbtxt.com tablet e-book

You just collected the money, why do you still say you don't know?

Li Quan raised his eyebrows and stared at the nun: "I said, little master, calling you a female Bodhisattva is to respect you. Don't really treat yourself as a Bodhisattva who only collects incense and does nothing!"

The nun still had the same expression: "We really don't have anyone named Murong Xue here."

Mu Wanqing said that her master is here, how could it be false?This nun clearly wants to eat for nothing!

"Then return the money!"

"Donor, this is your fault. When you gave the sesame oil money before, you only asked the poor nun to inform you of the situation, but you didn't say that the poor nun must know the news of the person you are looking for. Now the poor nun has told you what you know , Now I have to ask for the sesame oil money back, and going back and forth like this is disrespectful to the Buddha."

"Hey! I still believe your evil today! It's okay to be hacked by a nun? How can I mess around when it gets out? Are you telling the truth?"

Li Quan was furious and took a step forward. Just as the pressure was released, the nun in front of him was so frightened by Li Quan that he fell down in the courtyard.

This is already very polite, if Li Si hadn't been by his side, Li Quan might have picked the nunnery directly.

The movement at the door attracted other nuns, an old nun who also wore thin clothes came over with a group of younger nuns.

The little nun went up to help the fallen man, the old nun walked up to Li Quan, looked Li Quan up and down, then pointed to the nun on the ground, with an unfriendly expression: "What does the almsgiver want to do?"

"Ask her yourself!"

The nun just now stood up, walked to the side of the old nun with an aggrieved expression on her face: "The benefactor asked about a female benefactor named Murong Xue, and the disciple said he didn't know, so the benefactor got very angry."

"You took 1000 taels of silver from me, and then told me you didn't know? This nima wants to leave without returning the money to me?"

"1000 taels!" The old nun stared at the nun beside her, "Where's the money?"

The nun just reluctantly took out the bank note, but the old nun snatched it the moment it was exposed!

The old nun took a good look at the bank note, and saw that her expression changed in a matter of minutes. Was there anything wrong with it?

"Benefactor, who do you want to ask? The poor nun will give you advice."

Looking at the appearance of the nunnery, it seems that it happened for a while, but the two people I saw successively felt that it was unreliable.

Would Mu Wanqing's master practice in this kind of place?

But the old nun had already asked, so Li Quan had no choice but to stop by and ask, "Is there a woman named Murong Xue here?"

"Murongxue?" The old nun said it once, then shook her head, "No. Don't worry though, the benefactor, the disciples in this Wang'an don't mention secular names to each other, so it's not surprising that they don't know the names, benefactor, Mr. Come in with the poor nun to avoid the wind and snow, wait for the poor nun to gather all the disciples in the nunnery, and identify each of the benefactors, and you will always find the person you are looking for."

Think about it.

Li Quan followed the old nun into the nunnery.

The snow covered the original scenery of Wangan, making the whole building blend into the environment.

In the room where the Annei receives guests, everything looks very simple and shabby.

Li Si, who was used to the good life, obviously couldn't get used to it. He looked around and couldn't find a place to sit.

This Wangan is so dilapidated that even Li Quan dislikes it, so it's no wonder that Li Si is like this.

Li Quan let his son sit on his lap and waited.

Li Quan suddenly understood why the nuns here would shine when they saw the 1000 taels of silver, and their thin clothes.

It is estimated that no one cares about this halfway up the mountain, and there is no income, so it is so desolate.

Just as he was thinking, footsteps came from outside the house, and one after another, bald nuns came inside, all wearing the same thin clothes, and quietly exhaled cold air after saluting.

Finally, the old nun came in: "Sponsor, this is all the people in Wang'an. Can you see if there is anything you want?"

Li Quan counted, a total of 18 people.

In Li Quan's eyes, these nuns are all the same. They wear the same clothes, have the same bald head, and feel the same.

Li Quan thought for a while, and suddenly realized a very serious problem.

Before leaving, Mu Wanqing once said a word, saying that her master should be leading her to practice.

In this way, these bald people are not Mu Wanqing's masters.

Moreover, Li Quan had the impression that Mu Wanqing's master was a very beautiful woman. Although he only saw those eyes, he could guess the woman with an extraordinary appearance just by those eyes.

The dozen or so nuns in front of them obviously didn't have such an eye-catching look.

"By the way, do you have any hair-raising practitioners here?"

"Practice with hair?"

Everyone below shook their heads.

Judging by their expressions, Li Quan knew something must be wrong.

Maybe what Mu Wanqing said about Wang'an was not in Wang'an, but near Wang'an?

"Then do you guys know what other temples are around here? Or are there any women who are practicing around here?"

A little nun murmured: "Our temple is the only temple, but the people who practice around here... seem to have never seen it."

"It's impossible!" Li Quan became distressed.

Could it be that Mu Wanqing's master went elsewhere without telling anyone?