Mu Wushuang said to Lin Miao and Zhang Xi: "I have already inquired. From here, there is a Yujiang Village less than 200 miles away. The people there are simple people and it is a place to settle down. Junior Brother Wen wants to go to find Aunt Hua with us, so we will wait for him there." Zhang Xi nodded, walked out of the door with Mu Wushuang, found Long Yubing Su Xiaoyu, and saw that there was no one around, so he quietly led his mount to run towards Yujiang Village.

After two incense sticks, Lin Miao took out his yellow horse, explained to Wen Juzhi alone, and rode his horse towards Yujiang Village. Long Yubing's foot strength was fast, so Zhang Xi could only yell at Mu Wushuang in the wind: "Senior Brother Mu, has the horse of Master Uncle been so fast? How can I chase him!" Mu Wushuang responded loudly: "It's okay, I made an appointment with her, run a stick of incense and wait for us. In this way, Lin Miao can keep up!"

Two hours later, a tumultuous river appeared in the distance. Mu Wushuang said to Zhang Xi: "Seeing the river, it's not far from the Yujiang Village. Those guys either didn't come or were killed by rats." Zhang Xi nodded and saw that Long Yubing's sword was walking slowly in front of him. At the same time, Mu Wushuang pulled the mount under his crotch and chased Long Yubing and Su Xiaoyu.

Seeing the two of them chasing me, Long Yubing asked Mu Wushuang in a low voice: "What should Zhang Xi do in a while? Will it be dangerous to go back to Sanche Town by himself?" Mu Wushuang shook his head and said: "I will go back with him, and then come to meet with Junior Brother Wen and let the mouse guard you and Xiaoyu." Long Yubing nodded, and a monk in single clothes appeared on the side of the road.

Mu Wushuang couldn't help but hold the lyrics and look at the monk: The monk is sturdy and has a strong face. He is walking slowly towards the Yujiang Village. Mu Wushuang originally wanted to whip around the monk, but suddenly heard the monk chant the Buddha's name: "The descendants are in a hurry, and the predecessors are dead, Amitabha." Mu Wushuang and others couldn't help but slow down, and saw the monk shook his head and continued, "One side and one life, I will never see you for the first time, so good."

Zhang Xi suddenly stopped the horse and asked with a serious look on his face, "Master... How do you say this?" The monk looked at Zhang Xi, and a hint of unbearableness appeared on his slightly vicious face. He sighed and explained, "Young Master just lost his close relatives, and he was in a state of peace. I advised you to deal with it calmly, because the blessing behind you is far greater than when you are alive, you should not worry about it, Amitabha Buddha."

Zhang Xi said in surprise: "Master, Master, how do you know..." The monk smiled slightly, put his hands together and said: "Several donors, I am polite here. I am a disciple of Shaolin, with the Dharma name Huikong, and I happened to be here." Mu Wushuang hurriedly bowed and said: "Master is a senior monk with the Hui generation. I was rude just now, so I hope the master will not blame him."

Huikong smiled and looked up at Long Yubing and Su Xiaoyu. Long Yubing asked disbelief: "Just looking at the master's face, you should be only about fifty years old... Are you actually a monk of the Hui generation? This..." Huikong smiled: "Female donor, I am not talented, I am already seventy years old this year. Amitabha." The four of them were stunned when they heard Huikong say this - Huikong's appearance is only about fifty years old, and she looks much younger than Huijue.

Mu Wushuang hurriedly dismounted and bowed, saying, "I am a clumsy in my eyes. Is Master Huijue the senior brother of the emperor?" Huikong nodded with a smile and replied, "That's right. Senior Brother Huijue is already seventy-five years old this year, and he is still wandering around alone. Huikong is ashamed, his body is not as strong as his senior brother, so he can only take his disciples with him, so he can take care of him."

Long Yubing and others also jumped off the horse and saluted Huikong respectfully. After Long Yubing asked, "Where is Master Huikong's disciple?" Huikong smiled bitterly and said, "My bad disciples are about the same age as several, and they are inconvenient to bully me, so I don't know where to run. Alas, I can only wait while walking. When he has enough fun, I will naturally come back, Amitabha."

Speaking of this, Huikong looked at a few people and asked expectantly: "If you don't dislike me, can you accompany me to chat? I like the excitement." Zhang Xi nodded quickly and said: "That's natural! The master just said that my father has a blessing after his death. Is it true?" Huikong smiled and folded his hands together: "It is naturally true that monks do not lie. Moreover, Ling Zun was slandered and excluded in this life, and has helped the donor block a lot of bad luck. The donor will be smooth all his life from now on, and he will be the blessing of Ling Zun. Good, good, good."

Zhang Xi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly wiped his eyes unconsciously. Huikong hurriedly leaned over and bowed and said, "Ah, I have been guilty! I am too polite and forgot that the donor is in grief. I have sinned and sinned." Zhang Xi squeezed out a smile and said, "Master is so serious. After hearing what the master said, I am not happy yet, so how can I be sad!"

Seeing Huikong's face was depressed, Long Yubing hurriedly said, "Where is the master going? Let's go together if you go along the way." Huikong nodded happily, strode to the front, and walked side by side with Mu Wushuang while talking. Long Yubing and others saw that Huikong could not stop talking as soon as he opened the conversation, and stopped interrupting, just listened silently.

Mu Wushuang could say a few words to Huikong at first, but in a short while, Huikong talked endlessly. Huikong had a wide range of knowledge, and the four of them were not bored. After a while, a young monk wearing a gray monk's robe appeared in the middle of the road not far ahead, holding a stick with the eyebrows in his hand, confronting four burly men.

Huikong frowned and said, "Is this kid Jiguang causing trouble again?" Mu Wushuang whispered to Huikong, "Master, don't worry, let me go and take a look." Then Mu Wushuang handed the reins to Zhang Xi and walked towards Jiguang. Mu Wushuang walked closer and saw that the man in his head was about sixty years old. Although his hair was more black and white, the wrinkles like a knife had already filled his square face.

At this time, the man in the head sneered and said, "It's so unlucky today. The way of robbery actually met a bald donkey. Bah! Don't think about opening it in the next three months!" Ji Guang poked the clan of the eyebrows to the ground and shouted, "You thieves, who usually fight for family robbery and bully men and women. Ji Guang, as Buddhist disciples, will do the way for heaven today!" After that, Ji Guang flattened the clan of the eyebrows and smashed the clan of the eyebrows directly at the clan of the leader.

The big man turned around skillfully to avoid Ji Guang's eyebrows and pulled out the big knife on his waist. Mu Wushuang lowered his eyebrows and whispered: "No! These people are not ordinary thieves!" Then Mu Wushuang rushed to Ji Guang's side in a few steps. Ji Guang and the four robbers looked at Mu Wushuang in confusion.

Mu Wushuang stared at the knife in the hand of the man. The knife in this man's hand was not an ordinary ghost-headed knife, but a expensive barb silver-shaped sword. In addition, his quick and easy way to draw the sword just now, Mu Wushuang was even more sure that these people's martial arts skills were not low and their origins were quite large. The man tilted his head and looked at Long Yubing and others in the distance behind Mu Wushuang. He suddenly felt shocked and laughed and said, "Who said that he would be unlucky when he touched a bald donkey? This is not a deal, and he is delivered to his door!"
Chapter completed!