"No, no! If that's the case, then what's going on with this half roll of sheepskin!" Chu Mu said word by word, shaking his head.

Kong Miaozhi looked at his senior brother and said: "If it weren't for this half roll of sheepskin, the second and third sons might not be able to come back now!"

Chu Mu looked at Kong Miaozhi. He finally understood what Lao Liu was going to say, but he couldn't say it. Such an act of knowing their personalities and playing with them, besides being someone who knew him very well.

, he couldn't think of anyone else who could do it. Who else knew them so well? The answer was ready to come out! Could it be that Master really abducted Lao Qi? If it was really Master who did it, why?

?

Chu Mu didn't dare to think about it anymore. He was different from Lao Liu, and even different from other junior brothers. He had extremely deep feelings for Tianjisou. It was the master who picked him up, took good care of him, and made him grow up.

.Teach him martial arts and let him learn how to be a good person. Subconsciously, he does not believe that Tianjisou is not good at all.

Of course Kong Miaozhi knew about this, which was why he didn't want to tell his senior brother. A calm person like his senior brother would only behave like this when it concerns his master, and he didn't want to point it out. Gu Wu was born a boring person, and Wu

Qi wanted to talk, but he really couldn't keep up with the rhythm of their chat. So suddenly the atmosphere became strangely dull. The four of them were all thinking about something.

In the end, Kong Miaozhi had no choice but to think about it and said to Chu Mu: "Senior brother, don't think too much about it. We don't know what the matter is like yet. Maybe we missed something and things are not what we think.

Now that this is the case, I think the most important thing is to let the third senior brother check for clues. We really don't have much time. I think the people behind it must wait until the day when the relic appears in three days.

"

Chu Mu is also a decisive person. He urgently needs to find the truth now. He prides himself on being a calm person and will never mess up when he is so passive. But this time it involves his master. He actually faintly found that there is something wrong.

I can't control myself anymore.

Chu Mu finally nodded, and then said to Wu Qi: "Lao San, we have such a clue now, so you have to take advantage of it and go to the kitchen to check it out in the early morning. Remember to be cautious. You are a person with a lively mind.

It is expected that nothing will go wrong, and you must bring us some useful news."

Wu Qi saw that something was wrong with Chu Mu's expression, so he didn't dare to play tricks and replied seriously: "Yes, senior brother!"

Chu Mu said worriedly: "Now there are only four of us senior brothers left. In order to prevent anyone from becoming the next Seventh Brother, we will all move into my room soon."

Kong Miaozhi spread his hands indifferently, and Gu Wu didn't say anything.

There was no talking all night, and by the time it was still dark the next day, Wu Qi got dressed and set out. The kitchen was the busiest time in the entire temple in the morning. By the time Wu Qi walked to the kitchen, shouts were already coming and going.

"Jueyuan, add some water! The fire is not strong enough, you have to eat the food that this mother made!"

"Senior brother, it seems that we don't have enough steamed buns. We didn't steam that many buns yesterday!"

"No steamed buns! This little bastard Juechen must be lazy behind my back! Where are the others? Call me over."

"Elder brother, I haven't seen him since the morning. I don't know where he went."

Wu Qi was about to walk in when he was stopped by a young monk at the door of the kitchen. The young monk stood up and saluted: "Amitabha, the donor's kitchen is an important place, and no one can come in. If you have any instructions, just tell the young monk directly."

Wu Qi stretched his neck and looked in, and found that the kitchen was steaming. It didn't seem like anything had happened. He thought about it, who would hold a memorial meeting or be anxious about whether a dog was lost or dead?

It's a mess.

Wu Qi tried his best to put on a very bright smile and said to the young monk: "Little master, my elder brother has a bad stomach recently and needs some white porridge. So I came here to see if the breakfast is cooked. Is this what you are doing?"

, I also help with the kitchen at home, how about I do something for you? I am familiar with this."

As Wu Qi rolled up his sleeves, he squeezed in. The young monk hurriedly stood in front of him: "Bu Laoshi takes the initiative, the porridge will be ready soon. Please wait outside the door for a moment, and I will go take a look for you."

"Hey, young master, why do you need to be so out of touch?" Wu Qi didn't care about this, he insisted on going in.

"Damn it! What are you doing! It's so busy in the morning, who the hell has the salty heart to mess with me here!" At this moment, a big monk suddenly walked out from inside. This monk had broad shoulders and round waist, and long eyebrows.

There is only so much grass, and you can tell by looking at his attire that he is the leader of the fire-headed army.

When the big monk walked in and saw an unknown layman, he asked the little monk, "What's going on?"

The young monk said with an aggrieved look: "Uncle Master, this donor said he was looking for some white porridge. I told him to wait a moment, but he insisted on walking in and I couldn't stop him."

After hearing this, the great monk looked at Wu Qi and said, "Donor, outsiders are indeed not allowed to enter here. Please come back!"

When Wu Qigang was about to speak, the great monk raised his hand and said: "Donor, the Daoguo Conference is about to be held in Jialan Temple. The kitchen is the place where accidents are most likely to happen. The master of the young monk gave the young monk a death order, and he will never let it happen.

If anyone comes into the kitchen, please don’t force yourself!"

Wu Qiyi was optimistic. This monk was quite rough-looking, but his words were rough and soft, and his soft words were also thorny. But the senior brother said that this was the only clue. How could he give up halfway?

He adjusted his facial muscles again and tried to make himself look kinder. Then when he was about to speak, the door was closed by the monk.

Wu Qi stood at the door for a long time, his face almost turning the color of pig liver with anger. He never thought that he would be rejected in this kitchen. He resisted the urge to beat someone and walked to the kitchen. Look.

It seemed that it would be impossible if there was no such thing as a battle plan in the early stage. He had to think carefully about how he could come up with something.

He slowly walked to the back of the kitchen, and suddenly saw a young monk squatting in the corner in front of him. He didn't know what he was doing. Wu Qi thought that there was nothing he could do now, so he might as well get close to him first, maybe he would know something.

What.

Wu Qi walked in and found that the young monk was twitching and crying. Wu Qi was not polite and went up and said, "What's wrong, young master? Why are you crying here?"

The little monk was secretly wiping his tears here. It was impossible for anyone to show up here when the kitchen was busy. But the sudden sound scared him and he stood up from the ground: "Disciple

I don’t dare anymore, my disciples don’t dare anymore!”

Seeing that Wu Qi was still such a timid monk, he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, little master, little master~"

The young monk was frightened at first, but after listening carefully, he saw that it was not his uncle who looked so fierce, so he raised his head and took a look. Opposite him stood a young man in white robes. He let out a slight breath, and then turned back.

Said: "Amitabha, what is the donor's instruction?"

Wu Qixin said that there was nothing to say, but if you cry, you have something to talk about, so she said: "I saw the young master secretly crying here. I don't know if he encountered something difficult at home, or if he was attacked in the temple."

What's unfair? Instead of crying secretly here, why not

Tell me, maybe I can help you with some advice. Don't see me dressed so brightly. I am also a servant in other people's homes. They are all miserable people!" Wu Qi said.

She squeezed out a few tears. Sometimes Wu Qi admired her true nature as an actor.

The young monk didn't want to say anything at first, but he did encounter something sad, so he said: "Oh, donor, I am not in trouble at home, nor did I encounter any bullying in the temple. My Buddhist name is Juechen, and I belong to this Jialan Temple.

The Huotou monk. These few in the temple

Rats were often infested during the year. Later, my uncle bought a few native dogs and wanted to train them to catch mice. Donor, don’t look down on them just because they are native dogs. They have been very smart since they were young, especially the yellow-haired ones.

You can catch mice when you are one month old. This

I usually take good care of them, so I have a deep relationship with them, but I~~" The little monk cried again and said intermittently: "But when I...came back...yesterday, I discovered...

Huang Mao...was killed!

Wuwuwu... He was only two years old. Who was so cruel to kill him? It must be that boy Juechi. He wanted to eat dog meat for more than a day or two. He must have killed Huangmao. If I caught him

If I get the evidence, I will definitely go and preside over the case to sue him."

The more Wu Qi listened, the happier she became, and the more she listened, the more she knew she had come to the right place. Sometimes people really have to rely on luck, and Wu Qi always felt that she was lucky.

Wu Qi first pretended to be surprised, and then said: "What? Such a thing actually happened? Such a murder happened in this Buddhist holy land, which is really unfortunate." Wu Qi felt that he was a bastard, and he usually killed dogs.

, why do you say it so grandly now?

"Then little master, didn't anything strange happen in the kitchen yesterday? If you think about it carefully, maybe Jue Chi didn't kill him. Little master, think clearly, don't wrongly accuse a good person and let Huang Mao die unjustly. Hey, what do you do?

Do you know Huang Mao is dead?"

Little Master Jue Chen sobbed for a long time and continued: "I didn't know that Huang Mao was dead, but when I came to the back of the kitchen this morning, I found Huang Mao's body. It must be Jue Chi, he killed

Huang Mao is too scared to eat dog meat, it must be like this!"

Wu Qiyi heard that the young monk was still a little stunned, so he added: "Young master, let me tell you something, there is no one who dares not eat dog meat because he is afraid of killing the dog. If he doesn't dare to eat, then why kill the dog?"

Right, so, think about it, have any outsiders come to your kitchen in the past few days?"
Chapter completed!