The 40th Fusho-ji Temple

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  Zhong Jia happened to have a cart of medicinal herbs coming out from the west gate of the city.

  Kao Wu followed the carriage out of the city gate.

  The energy of this Qingjian City seems to be quite impressive. Of course, I also don't know if it's the energy released by a rich second-generation kid.

  When they arrived at the city gate, they saw officials and police inspecting everyone who entered or exited.

  A Lai and Bao Quan were familiar with each other, and he shouted: "Old Wang, you've had a hard time!"

  "It's Ah Lai brother, this is Zhong Shen Yi's medicine cart!" Wang Bu Ka laughed and greeted, "The county magistrate's order, we can only come here to guard the city gate."

  A Lai asked the horse to stop, and he chatted with Wang for a few words. This means that Wang was asked to take a closer look at the people sitting in the car, all of whom were from the Zhong family. In this small county town, these people were all familiar faces, no strangers. Just take a look, no need to check, and they can leave the city gate.

  "Old Wang, we're leaving!" Ah Lai waved goodbye to Wang Bo.

  "Goodbye, Brother A Lai, goodbye, Zhun Xiucai." Wang Captor waved his hand.

  The horse carriage had just moved two steps.

  "Halt!" a loud voice shouted, "How could you let them pass without checking?"

  Wang caught a glimpse of the newcomer and said unpleasantly, "Ma caught fast, these are all familiar people. I can tell at a glance whether they're assassins or not. What's the point of you making a fuss?"

  Ma Chao took a glance and of course recognized the man. He said, "What about the medicine cart? If it's hidden on the medicine cart or underneath it, won't that allow the assassin to escape?"

  Judging from his tone, he is not suspicious of Yao and Zhong's family, but rather at odds with Wang the catcher.

  But also offended the Zhong family.

  A Lai said unpleasantly: "Ma Bo, if you suspect our Zhong family, then come and investigate!"

  Ma Boqiang hastily accompanied with a smile: "How dare I, this is just the county magistrate's order, we have to take a look, otherwise the county magistrate will blame us, and brother will suffer later!"

  "Search then." Ao Wu said aloud.

  A Lai didn't dare to fight with Ma Bo again. If it were in the past, he would have argued with Ma Bo until the end. A respectable person from the Zhong family was actually searched by the police.

  Kao Wu saw the rich second generation smiling and accompanying Qing Tao walking over, only then did he see the man's face clearly, a very masculine man in his early twenties.

  His face turned iron-green, it seems that this soft sword is a treasure, and it was ruined last night, he must be heartbroken to the point of having green intestines.

  They walked closer and closer, while the catcher was still on the carriage moving the medicine, and one person went under the carriage to take a look. Ah Lai drank discontentedly: "Take a good look, there's only this long-thorned medicine, and you're hiding people, Catcher Ma, hide in and let me see."

  Kao Wu seemed to have just noticed, waving his hand and saying: "Er Kang brother, where are you going? Is this the noble friend you mentioned a few days ago? Why didn't you introduce us?"

  At this time, the rich second generation was very annoyed in his heart and didn't have the mood to deal with Ao Wu: "There are noble guests present, I'll talk to you later when I'm free."

  Then use one buttock against Ao Wu.

  Qing Tao certainly wouldn't condescend to see a scholar, and the attitude of the rich second generation also affected his judgment of Ao Wu.

  Then the catchers carried the medicine onto the cart and the medicine cart went out of the gate.

  The medicine cart arrived at the foot of Liangfu Mountain. Ao Wu got off the cart, waved to Ah Lai, and then took a package into the mountain.

  Inside were clothes and dry rations.

  To cultivate in the mountains for five days, you need to find a quiet place with dense spiritual energy.

  The last time I went to the bandit's lair, there was a cave there that was quiet, but four corpses were burned there. Ao Wu didn't want to live there either, and those corpses might not have been completely burned.

  Crossed over Liangfu Mountain, climbed up Mount Tai, and walked into the depths of Mount Tai.

  By nightfall, without finding a suitable place, Ao Wu knocked down a large tree and rested for the night.

  Sat for half the night and leaned against a tree to take a short nap.

  In the mountains on a summer night, there are especially many mosquitoes, and the buzzing sounds of all sorts of small insects keep ringing in my ears.

  However, Ao Wu sat there, within a radius of one meter around him, not a single mosquito approached, as if there was a protective circle in the air.

  After daybreak, Ao Wu went to a small stream to wash his face and then practiced a set of fist techniques on a flat ground.

  This season, there are fruits on the mountain. Ao Wu doesn't need to eat dry rations. He climbs up the tree and picks a lot of fruit. It's sour and sweet, and it tastes great to eat, satisfying his own little temple.

  Ow sat leaning against the tree trunk, biting into a green fruit. A small monk wearing greyish-blue robes, carrying a wooden bucket, arrived at the creek's edge. Judging from this, there must be a Shaolin Temple nearby, and the little monk had come out to fetch water.

  But what Xiao Hei did next made Ao Wu spit out the fruit pulp in his mouth.

  He first filled the wooden bucket with water, then didn't leave, but instead took off his pants and urinated into the small stream.

  Hey, hey, isn't this like breaking the bridge after crossing the river? You've polluted the water source as soon as you've used it yourself, so now others can't drink from it, right?

  Boss, I just drank water from a small stream earlier, and it's good that I got up earlier than you!

  The creek is flowing living water, the urine will flow downstream, but who knows it won't stay. Little monk, the urine you spilled today may be drunk by you tomorrow, are you aware of that?

  No matter whether Xiao He Shang was aware of it or not, Ao Wu suddenly realized something - wouldn't Xiao He Shang have also urinated yesterday? Wasn't the water he just drank a trap?

  At this moment, Ao Wu spat out everything in his mouth. This murderous little bald donkey, really wants to go out now and press him into the water, let him drink it himself.

  When Ao Wu was angry, Little Monk had already put on his shoes and walked away with a bucket of water.

  Forget it, no point arguing with a stubborn donkey.

  But if people are destined to meet, they will eventually meet even if they don't want to. After finishing the fruit, Ao Wu continued to wander aimlessly in the mountains and arrived at a temple at noon, where he saw the little monk who had urinated earlier standing in front of it.

  Why was it so accurate to identify him as he had a four-barreled thing on his little bald head.

  Isn't a monk's head supposed to be shaved into nine patches? Why is the little monk only shaved into four patches?

  Although it's strange and inexplicable, this is also what makes it easier to recognize that little bald donkey who demolishes the bridge after crossing the river.

  "Benefactor, this is Puzhao Temple." The little monk saw Ao Wu and blinked his eyes curiously, wondering how a scholar had come to the deep mountains.

  He felt that the eyes of this book were very piercing, as if they could see through people. Although his gaze was ordinary, Little Monk had a feeling of being looked at.

  He certainly didn't know that his ugly affairs had all been seen through by Ao Wu.

  "Little master, I came into the mountains to find medicine." Ao Wu replied.

  It turned out to be just passing by. The little monk let out a "oh" and turned around to leave. An old monk came out of the temple gate, tapped the little monk's head with a loud thud like hitting a wooden fish: "You must not be rude."

  "Master..." He hugged Si Tong's head and said discontentedly, but fearing another explosion, he hastily replied: "Yes."

  The old monk came out, clasped his hands together in greeting: "I, Zhī Kōng, the abbot of Pǔzhào Temple, apologize for my young disciple's impoliteness just now. As you are going deep into the mountains to gather herbs, I fear it will take a day or two before you can return. Since there is no place to stay in the mountains and wild beasts roam about, would you like to come back to the temple at night to rest and go out again during the day?"

  I didn't expect this kind old monk to be so enthusiastic, Ao Wu also appeared, the location of Pu Zhao Temple is very good, the spiritual energy is abundant, staying here to practice is not a bad choice.

  Kao Wu joined his hands together: "Thank you, Master. I won't be polite then. I've been bothering the master for two days here."

  "My surname is Ao, name Wu, courtesy name Youbin, from Liangfu County." He introduced himself.

  Junxiu was famous in Liangfu County and was recognized wherever he went. However, the two monks showed no expression, apparently not recognizing Junxiu.

  Zhī Kōng nodded in satisfaction and said to Little Monk: "Jié néng, hurry up and take the donor to the meditation room."

  "Yes, Master." It turned out that the little monk's Dharma name was Jianeng.

  He's not referring to energy conservation, is he? Look at the four holes on his head, five less than his master's nine holes.

  As Jian Neng Xiao and the little monk went to the Zen room, Ao Wu put the package in the room. After a while, the little monk came to call Ao Wu to have lunch.

  At Puzhao Temple, I had a vegetarian meal and then went out to look for some medicine with Ao Wu.

  After leaving Puzhao Temple, he found a secluded place and sat under a tree to meditate.

  In the mountains, empty and quiet, completely undisturbed, surrounded by a rich spiritual energy, as if an inexhaustible source of inspiration.

  When he opened his eyes, it was already dark outside, and Ao Wu went to Pu Zhao Temple.

  At the gate of Puzhao Temple, someone knocked on the door. The monk who came to open it was holding his belly and had a resentful face. Before I could ask him what was wrong with this expression, I heard his belly growl loudly.

  Entering the dining hall, under the dim yellow wax lamp, on the table were vegetarian dishes and three bowls of rice, Zhikong and Shang Duanzhuang sat in front of the table.

  Waiting for Ao Wu to come back and have dinner.

  "Sorry I'm late, Master Zhi Kong." Ao Wu joined his hands together in greeting.

  Zhī Kōng didn't say it was nothing or add anything else, he just stretched out his hand and said: "Please have a seat, sir."

  Vegetables without salt are tasteless, eating them is like chewing wax. To say that the dishes at Zhong's house were no better than pig feed, but even pig feed has some salty flavor, the dishes at Pu Zhao Temple are not as good as pig feed.

  The days spent in these mountains were truly bitter.

  However, Ao Wu is the kind of person who can eat anything.

  The quiet and wise monk was also observing Ao Wu, who ate vegetarian dishes as if they were delicacies, and nodded his head slightly.

  After dinner, Jie brought a cup of tea for Zhi Kong and Ao Wu. As soon as the tea touched his lips, Ao Wu almost jumped up.

  This tea water actually carries a faint spiritual energy.

  What tea is this?

  He took a look at the tea leaves, all of which were crushed into tiny fragments, and it was impossible to tell what kind of tea they were.

  Of course, it is also unknown whether the place with spiritual energy in this tea water is the tea leaves or the water.

  Water? Ao Wu thought of Jie Neng's evil deeds in the small stream, oh Mai Ge, if you say that Tongzi Urine has spiritual energy, then this cup of tea will be poured on his head.

  Of course, Ao Wu had also drunk from the stream and could prove there was no spiritual energy.

  Then there's only tea left.

  "Good tea, I don't know what kind of tea this is?" Ao Wu looked at Zhi Kong and asked.

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