After the divorce, I became a god that my ex-wife couldn’t reach.

Su Xueqing breathed a sigh of relief, not sure whether it was disappointment or relief, and said: "Then my grandpa is not inhaling the smoke of bloodgrass here."

Pi Yangyang shook his head and said, "Not necessarily."

Miao Ran's face darkened, and he recited "Amitabha" again, and then said: "Donor Pi, why do you insist that the old donor inhaled the smoke of bloodgrass from me?"

Pi Yangyang said: "Master, I don't mean to offend. I have a few questions. I wonder if Master is willing to answer them?"

The three of them sat down in the meditation room again and said clearly: "What is the question? You tell me."

Pi Yangyang said: "First question, are the incense sticks in the temple purchased by special personnel?"

Miao Ran said: "Yes, the person in charge of purchasing incense and candles is my second disciple."

"Did someone deliver the incense sticks in the master's Zen room?" Pi Yangyang asked next.

Miao Ran's mood stabilized and he replied: "Yes, he is my ninth disciple, the one who led the two of you in just now."

"Then the one responsible for lighting incense is also the ninth disciple?"

Pi Yangyang thought for a while and asked.

"That's not the case. The one who lit the incense was the seventh disciple. But he went down the mountain for training a few days ago and hasn't come back yet. The one who is responsible for lighting the incense these days is the ninth disciple."

Upon hearing this, Pi Yangyang's eyes narrowed and he asked: "Seventh disciple went down the mountain to practice. Do you know where you are going?"

He was stunned for a moment, and then said: "A monk has traveled around to gain experience. He is home all over the world and has no fixed place to go. I don't know where he went or where he is now."

Su Xueqing seemed to have figured out the key, and couldn't help but ask: "Then... when will he come back?"

Miao Ran replied: "I'm not sure about this. It could be as short as three months, or as long as one or two years..."

Su Xueqing was stunned. It seemed that if she wanted to figure this out, she couldn't do it right now.

Pi Yangyang said: "Okay, excuse me. If the master's seventh disciple comes back, please inform the Su family."

"Amitabha, this is no problem."

He agreed clearly.

The two of them left the temple, and Su Xueqing said with some annoyance: "What a coincidence, that seventh disciple just went out."

Pi Yangyang said thoughtfully: "I'm afraid it's not that simple for him to leave the temple."

"You mean... he may have left the temple because he was worried that the matter would be exposed?"

Amelia Su asked with some surprise.

Pi Yangyang nodded, "It's very possible."

Amelia Su was a little confused.

If the seventh disciple cannot be found, there will be no clue to the matter. If we can't find any evidence, we can't accuse Su Zhiming, so we can only let the matter go for the time being.

"Let's go down the mountain!"

Amelia Su breathed a sigh of relief and said.

Pi Yangyang glanced at her and asked: "Can you still bear it? It's easier to go up the mountain than to go down..."

"It's okay, I'm not as weak as you think."

Su Xueqing curled her lips, showing a hint of pride, and walked down the mountain.

Pi Yangyang quickly followed, and the two returned the same way.

As Pi Yangyang said, it is easier to go up the mountain than to go down the mountain.

Fortunately, the mountain road is not very steep, but it is narrow in some places, so be careful when walking.

The two slowly walked down the mountain for nearly an hour. Su Xueqing felt that her legs were sore and a little weak.

She walked to a piece of grass by the side of the road, sat on the ground, and said, "Have a rest and drink some water."

Pi Yangyang took out a water bottle for her, sat down near her, picked a blade of grass and held it in his mouth.

"If it turns out that your second uncle did this, what will you do?"

Pi Yangyang asked curiously.

"What can we do? Of course, tell Grandpa and let him handle it."

Amelia Su said without hesitation.

"But, I think the old man's intention is that he doesn't want to really do something to him."

Pi Yangyang said calmly.

"That's natural, he is his son after all. Besides, don't we still have no conclusive evidence?"

Amelia Su said helplessly.

Pi Yangyang looked at the sun that was gradually setting in the west and said, "Can we still leave? Do you want me to carry you?"

Amelia Su looked at him a little strangely, her face heated up, and she spat, "Who wants you to carry him? I can leave."

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and stood up.

But as soon as he took a step, his feet felt weak, and he was about to fall down with an "ah yo" sound.

Pi Yangyang was startled and rushed towards her before he could get up.

At the same time, he raised his hands up.

Su Xueqing was very frightened, but suddenly she felt that her chest was being supported and her body stopped in mid-air.

The two looked at each other and were both stunned.

Pi Yangyang felt the warmth and softness in his hands, and a burst of heat rose in his dantian.

Time and air seemed to stand still at this moment.

"You...still don't let me go?"

Amelia Su's face turned red with embarrassment and she said angrily.

Pi Yangyang said "Oh" at a loss. As soon as he loosened his hands and stretched out his right hand, Su Xueqing was hugged by him and supported by him to stand up.

But just as she was about to stand up, she suddenly said "Ah yo" again, frowned, and sat on the ground with a painful look on her face.

Pi Yangyang quickly stood up and asked, "Is your foot sprained?"

Su Xueqing was sweating profusely in pain, nodded and said, "Well..."

Pi Yangyang squatted down, took a look, grabbed her left foot, and turned up the tights a little. He saw that her left ankle was indeed red and swollen.