That night, a fire lit up on Funiu Mountain, and the fires soared into the sky, and you could vaguely see it in Luoyang City.

In Luoyang City, Lei Family Mansion.

His master Lei, who had changed into a wealthy shirt, held a hookah in his hand and stood on his attic. Looking at the flash of the sky at the end of the black, he smiled on his face, as if he was watching a song.

On this attic, there was only Manager Zhao serving, but there were tables in the room and wine and food preparations.

Obviously, Mr. Lei is waiting for someone.

"Have Shiyin gone to bed?"

Mr. Lei asked.

Manager Zhao whispered:

"The young lady has used midnight snacks and has already fallen asleep. Master, don't worry, the young lady is not frightened."

"Shiyin has been bold and meticulous since childhood. She has a mother, Lan Xin is so kind and has a very good character. I am not worried about it, but there is something strange about Funiu Mountain."

Mr. Lei took a sip of cigarette and said:

"Those leaders in the gang..."

"Dead."

The manager said:

"It was suicide, and the family died."

"Tsk"

Master Lei flicked his tongue, and there was a look of worry in his eyes, he said:

"This is not an accident with such a ruthless method. I don't know if my elder brother has found a clue on Funiu Mountain."

"How can there be no reason to guard against thieves for thousands of days?"

"Don't call me elder brother, I can't afford to be your elder brother."

Just as Lei Ye finished speaking, the door of the attic was pushed open, and the monk who had changed into a yellow monk's uniform twisted the Buddhist beads and walked into the attic.

When Manager Zhao saw that the old man had come, he quietly retreated.

"Eat it, it's all the dishes you like."

Mr. Lei stood beside the railing, holding the railing with his hands, and said without looking back:

"It's not poisoned, don't worry."

"Even if you get poisoned, can you do anything to me?"

The monk sneered. He sat on the side of the table without restraint. He picked up the bamboo chopsticks, picked up the piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

He chewed and said:

"He is a person in the Holy Fire Cult."

"Bang"

The railing that Master Lei was holding suddenly broke open, and his true energy was filled with pieces, as if it was crushed into powder.

He turned his head, his eyes full of coldness.

He said:

"Confirm?"

"Well, if Zhang Fei was waiting for inhuman torture and had the courage to lie, I would have accepted it."

The Lang Monk had a calm expression. He picked up the wine glass and attracted the glass of wine. Then he said:

"That man has left the Central Plains and returned to the Western Regions. He should have made a temporary decision. Judging from Zhang Fei's meaning, he seemed unable to determine Shi Yin's identity, so he had to go and confirm it."

“That is, not exposed yet?”

Master Lei walked to the side of the case and sat cross-legged across from the monk. He smoked the hookah while saying:

"Can you still turn around?"

"Ha, you're afraid you have delusions."

The monk sneered, and he sarcastically said:

"What? I can't bear to let you, Heluo, have a wealthy business? If this is true, please let me take Shiyin away earlier so that she will not end up with you."

"Don't think about it! That's my daughter!"

Mr. Lei said without any hesitation:

"Not yours!"

"Pooh!"

The monk spat and said viciously:

"If you hadn't used the trick back then, how could Gillian follow you? She liked me back then!"

"Stop giving yourself on your face."

Mr. Lei was worried just now, but now he is about to laugh.

He smiled and added a glass of wine to the monk, patted his belly proudly and said:

"Old Lei was also a handsome talent back then. Gillian has always admired me. I asked for a marriage proposal, but Gillian did not refuse. As for you, you are just unrequited love, wishful thinking."

The monk with a dark face and didn't speak.

But this incident was indeed a lifelong regret, and he even became a monk because of this.

Unfortunately, my six senses were not pure, so I walked in the world again.

"Don't talk about these!"

The monk closed his eyes and said:

"There must be a rule for this matter. Since the Holy Fire Sect has already doubted it, it will come to spy on it continuously. This Luoyang City is managed by you, and it is not a problem. The poem can't stay here!"

"Where are you going if you are not here?"

Mr. Lei said worriedly:

"In this Luoyang City, I can at least protect her. I run the Heluo Gang just to protect my daughter if there is something unbearable. If you take her elsewhere, wouldn't it be even more fish?"

"Do you think you are the only one who cares about poetry?"

The monk sarcastically said:

"Since ancient times, the world has been in the world. The Holy Fire Sect is powerful in the Western Regions. If you come in full bloom, how can you, a small Heluo Gang, resist?"

"The seven sects of the Demon Sect seem to be divided, but because of the Yu Yin left by Zhang Moye, there is also a bit of old love between them. If you want to protect Shiyin, it is not possible to rely on your Heluo Gang. You must find a bigger backer!"

"Um."

Master Lei nodded.

The words of the elder brother who has become a good person are saying.

He said:

"But the upright wealthy family in the martial arts world have always cherished their feathers and have not had much contact with me, the Heluo Gang."

"I have a way."

Lang Monk put down his wine glass and said to Master Lei:

"You should prepare a house for me in Suzhou, so you should be quieter."

"Enjoy it is simpler, but you can't fall into clichés. You must prepare one or two guqins, find some rare music scores, and find a chef who is good at vegetarian food. You must use caring people!"

"Why is this?"

Mr. Lei took a sip of cigarette and said:

"The house, the guqin and the chef are easy to talk about, but I have to ask clearly, what do you want to do?"

"Of course it's given away."

The monk twisted the Buddhist beads and whispered:

"In recent years, I have been traveling around the world and met a lay disciple of Nirvana Temple. He is a square person and prefers piano music. He has a good relationship with me. He is already a close friend."

"It is in line with the plan, and when necessary, you can entrust the poem to him."

Mr. Lei's expression became a little weird.

He thought for a moment and asked:

"Nirvana Temple is powerful and is indeed enough to resist the Holy Fire Sect, but what can you do if you find a lay disciple? It is not a direct tradition, how could those bald monks take risks and protect Shiyin?"

"You are so knowledgeable. Who told you that lay disciples cannot be the direct descendants?"

The monk lit the plate with chopsticks, and he said:

"My friend is definitely not an ordinary person. He is the contemporary host of Nirvana Temple and a close disciple of Zen Master Yuanwu. His martial arts skills have reached the top level in the world, but he has a connection in his family and is not convenient to be ordained."
To be continued...