different paths

In front of Yizhuang, there was a young monk standing barefoot on a rush mat, holding a wooden bowl, as if he was asking for alms.It is not a strange thing for a monk to ask for money, but asking for money in front of Yizhuang is like asking a bad gambler to borrow money, it is really inexplicable.

Besides, although the monk is bald on the top of his head, he looks good.In a sense, the good-looking monk and the good-looking widow have the same effect.

Jia Wuchai almost lost all his memories of last night after being drunk, so that today when Yue Chentan asked him with a blank face if he wanted to visit Yizhuang again, he readily agreed without thinking.Seeing the young monk in front of Yizhuang from a distance, Jia Wujue rubbed his stamina that was bruised for some reason, tilted his head and said, "Hey, that monk is as weird as you."

As soon as the words fell, the young monk turned his head towards them as if he had sensed it.

Yue Chentan frowned slightly.

"Go—" Yue Chentan was just about to turn the wheelchair when the young monk rushed over like a wild horse.A runaway wild horse may not be a very good description. It should be said that it moves like a runaway rabbit.

"Little Martial Uncle." The young monk ran to Yue Chentan with bare feet and didn't think it was dirty. He immediately clasped his hands together and bowed deeply breathlessly.

"...You guys know each other?" Jia Wuhai's eyes flicked over the heads of the two of them, one was bald and the other was black.

Yue Chentan: "..."

"Amitabha." The young monk called out the Buddha's name, and saluted Jia Wuhai, "The poor monk is a disciple of the Southern Shaolin Sect, and the Dharma name is very good."

"My disciple Jia Wujue from the Thousand Faces Sect." Jia Wujue returned the courtesy.

good?Which irresponsible master gave this name?he slandered.Just now this kind little monk is called Junior Martial Uncle Yue Chentan, could it be that both of them studied under Master Tianxuan?If it is true, Master Tianxuan is really interesting. He taught a strange monk and gave him a strange name.

He cast his eyes on Yue Chentan, who was sitting on the wheelchair without changing his face, obviously being looked down by the little monk Shanzai, but he gave off an aura of looking down on the common people.

"Little Master Uncle." The little monk Shanzai called out again, looking at Yue Chentan pitifully.

"Say." Yue Chentan finally parted his thin lips lightly, and rewarded him with a word.

"Can I get some luck from you." Shanzai hesitated to speak.

Yue Chentan gave him a cold look, but didn't speak.

"What's the problem, little master Shanzai?" Jia Wujue saw his bare feet, who did he owe, and even the shoes were paid off?Could it be a gambling debt?This disciple of Shaolin Nanzong... Jia Wuchai's expression is a bit subtle.

"The poor monk owed Zhang Tailiu a sum of money." Shanzai said and lowered his head.

Jia Wuhai's expression became more subtle.

Zhangtai Liu Nai is the most famous brothel in the city, where literati and poets, high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen often spend a lot of money for a laugh.Before the Zhenyuan Escort had an accident, Zhang Tailiu was also one of the favorite places for the head of the Escort, Fang Pojia, to entertain martial arts knights.Despite his reputation, Zhang Tailiu's threshold is not high.Rich people have their own way of playing, and those who have no money can order a pot of wine and sit in it without a lot of money.

Zhangtailiu, unlike the famous Qinlou Chu Pavilion in the capital, is a place that ordinary people can go to.

But this place, others can go, but monks can't go there anyway.

unless……

"Brother Yue, going to a brothel emotionally is not part of your samaya precepts?" Jia Wuchao teased.

"Amitabha, Amitabha." Shanzai hurriedly explained, "Master Jia, don't get me wrong, the poor monk is going to Zhangtailiu for business."

Go to Zhangtailiu for business?

What else could be the business?

Jia Wuchao nodded in understanding: "I understand, I understand."

"It's not what Master Jia thought—" Shanzai scratched his head anxiously.

"Shut up." Yue Chentan turned the wheelchair and drove towards the gate of Yizhuang, "Let's do business first."

"Let's go, little master." Jia Wuchai winked at Shanzai, "Follow us to deal with our business first, and then deal with yours."

Shanzai had no choice but to follow the two obediently, stepping into the cold and gloomy Yizhuang.

Being familiar with each other for the first time, Jia Wujue and Yue Chentan walked to the wooden bed where the corpses of Fang Pojia and others were placed, as if they were visiting their back garden.Shanzai followed behind with bare feet, chanting the Buddha's name incessantly.

"Why do you suddenly think of coming to Yizhuang again?" Jia Wujue asked.

"Brother Yi Jia's opinion?" Yue Chentan was obviously not ready to answer this question.

"If you want me to tell you, it is naturally Hu Qianren's corpses that make you think there is something wrong with the corpses here."

"En." Yue Chentan nodded, "The first time we came here to examine the corpse, I felt that the corpse was a bit strange, but I didn't have a clue. Yesterday Hu Qianren's disciple said that there was a mole on the corner of his right mouth. Only then did I get some clues." As he said, his gaze stayed on Jia Wuchai's face for a moment, as if he had passed through the thin mask on his face, and hit Jia Wuchai with a real sword. on the real face.

Jia Wukai touched his face uncomfortably: "Speak well, don't look around."

A smile flashed in Yue Chentan's eyes: "Then please ask Brother Jia to clear up my doubts for me." As he spoke, he came to the corpse and lifted up the white cloth——Fang Pojia, Mu Qianli, Zhang Qiuzhi, and Du Yi. The corpse was exposed to the air again.

A low voice of chanting sutras came from behind the two of them, Jia Wuchai glanced back, Shanzai sat down on the ground at some point, his lips fluttered up and down, and his hands clasped together.

"Don't worry about him." Yue Chentan pointed to Fang Pojun's body, "Look at his face, is there anything strange?"

Jia Wukai looked in the direction of Yue Chentan's finger, and saw that the skin on Fang Pojun's ravine face was completely loose, covering his face that was about to rot like a canvas—no, this is a canvas .

He gently peeled off that face, and he actually tore off that face. What greeted them was another face that was familiar but shouldn't appear here——Hu Qianren.

A look of surprise appeared on Yue Chentan's face: "Sure enough."

When he saw Fang Pojun's corpse for the first time, he felt a little strange. The words of the disciples of the Lingnan Sword Sect yesterday made him suddenly realize.Fang Pojia's face is full of wrinkles and scars, making it difficult to estimate all the details - including a slight bulge above the corner of his right mouth.The bulge is not the point, the key is that there is an old scar on the bulge, which is seamlessly connected with the scars on both sides.Since it was an old scar, an ordinary lump should have separated it, but this place seemed to have a lump before the scar.

Unreasonable.

"How did you find out that there's something wrong with this?" Jia Wujue held up the mask that had been removed and sat and watched through the sunlight, "This is the best Zhang." He narrowed his eyes and suddenly realized, "It's Hu Qianren. Mole!"

"Exactly." Yue Chentan nodded.

Jia Wujue looked at Yue Chentan with a look of appraising goods, and rubbed his chin from time to time.

Yue Chentan paused: "What?"

"Brother Yue, I think you are very talented in this area." Jia Wuha patted Yue Chentan heavily on the shoulder, "Why don't you join my sect and become a disciple of the Thousand Faces Sect, you will definitely make a lot of difference. "

Yue Chentan looked at him with a welcoming expression, and asked calmly: "Are you sure, if you switch to your sect, you will enter the Qianmian sect?"

Jia Wujua was taken aback when he heard the words, and withdrew his hand a little embarrassingly: "It's rare to be confused, Brother Yue." After finishing speaking, his happy expression returned to his face, "Come on, let's take a look at the other corpses." He said Then he rubbed his hands together, as if digging for treasure.