After resting here in Chaisang for a long time, he continued to rush forward and returned to Jinhua City two days later.

Originally, he could have gone up the mountain directly, but considering that he finally went down the mountain and went so far, he brought back some local specialties, so he thought of going to Jinhua City to buy something back, which was also a gift. As a result, before he could enter the city, he saw more soldiers coming out of the city gate, which strengthened the interrogation of those entering and leaving the city.

"What's wrong with this?"

Wusheng thought about it and decided not to take that risk. He went back to the mountains and asked what happened here.

When he returned to the mountains again, he was still very happy. He felt like he had gone out of a long way and returned home. This dilapidated ancient temple located in the deep mountains gave his home the same warmth.

The temple is very quiet, amazingly quiet.

There was no monk Wudou who was throwing stones in the yard to practice. The chessboard under the Bodhi tree was also empty.

Don’t know what Monk Kongxu is doing?

Wusheng quietly came to Monk Kongxu's Zen Room, gently pushed open the window, and looked inside, and saw a fat monk lying on the bed, reading a book intently, making a "tsk tsk tsk tsk" sound.

"Damn, I'm doing this!"

"Master, you are looking at Uncle Huang again."

Monk Kongxu shivered when he heard this, and suddenly started to bounce. He turned around and saw Wusheng standing outside the window.

"Wusheng, are you back?" He looked surprised.

The drama master, Wusheng's secret path.

"Master, can we have some monk awareness? Hiding in the meditation room in broad daylight, so you can sleep and watch Uncle Huang here?"

"Haha, I'm a little tired of chanting scriptures for my teacher, relax."
Chapter completed!