"And there are such people?"

Mr. Lei asked curiously:

"Who is his last name? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"He called himself the Mustard Monk, and he didn't know his family's surname, so he only had a name called Bangmo."

Langseng said in a gentle tone:

"Of course it's not the real name, but I heard it's related to the previous dynasty, so don't ask more, I don't know more."

"I'm afraid it's not the prince of the previous dynasty?"

Master Lei narrowed his eyes and asked, but the Langshen shook his head and stopped talking.

After a moment, Master Lei had a conspiracy. He took out the seal and handed it to the Langshen, saying:

"You go to Suzhou and the branch is in charge of the business. I am my confidant. He will help you. You don't have to worry about the expenses."

"Okay, I'll set off tomorrow."

The Lang Monk did not hesitate and was about to leave after taking the seal, but was called by Master Lei.

"Don't you go and see Shiyin? She misses you quite a bit."

"I'm afraid I'm going to bed."

The Lang Monk was always ruthless, and there was a touch of tenderness in his gray eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Then... stay for a day and let me talk to my niece."

"It should have been like this."

Master Lei stood up with a smile and said to the Lang Monk:

"You and I are brothers, and it's not good to be so irrelevant."

"Who is your brother?"

Lang Seng opened Lei Ye's hand and gritted his teeth and said:

"The hatred of taking away your wife is irreconcilable! If it weren't for Shiyin, your fat body would have been killed by a palm of my monk."

"Gillian is my wife!"

Master Lei also rolled up his sleeves and said unwillingly:

"You thief monk, your six senses are impure, and you are insulting my deceased wife. I will have a fight with you today!"

"Come!"

The monk sneered:

"Let me see how much time is left today with the Qiufeng Sword's skill?"

Soon, in the martial arts performance ground underground in the Lei family's mansion, he was gang-upping, and Manager Zhao was serving him, and he also lamented.

The old man and the second master of his family clearly felt like a brother, but he became enemies because of a woman's rebellion, and because of Miss Shiyin, he had to join forces to fight against the enemy.

Such awkward relationship is really a mess of luck.

A few quarters of an hour later, the two stopped.

It was just down until it was not injured. There was a slap on the face of Master Lei, and the monk was kicked a few times in the chest. The two sat in the martial arts field and glared at each other.

Mr. Lei suddenly remembered something and asked:

"Can you do things in Funiu Mountain be safe?"

"I'll do it myself, so I'll be safe."

The monk rubbed his chest and said:

"Five hundred people above and below have been reborn in the Pure Land under the sacrificial sect of my monk and your gang members, Amitabha Buddha."

"You are really confused by eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name!"

Master Lei cursed and said sarcastically:

"I'm still addicted to being a fake monk, and I'm talking about Buddha's words."

The monk said nothing, and Mr. Lei said again:

"I'll ask Lao Zhao to go to Funiu Mountain to check out one or two more times, and make sure that there are no hidden dangers."

"If you can't figure out the grievances in the world, if you leave one or two, it will become a climate in the future and you and I will age again, wouldn't it be a big mistake to leave that trouble to Shiyin?"

"This kind of thing must be eradicated."

Hearing this, Lang Seng glanced at him and said:

"If you do things so fiercely, you may be retribution in the future."

"If there is really retribution, it will be retribution to me Lei Lie!"

Master Lei snorted, he picked up the hookah, took a gulp, and said:

"This is related to the future of poetry, so we should not be reckless."

"You can go, just a few days later, I will do a ritual for the souls of Funiu Mountain."

The monk closed his eyes and regulating his breath while saying:

"I am a monk and I can't stand the dead souls and have no place to go. Since I am chanting Buddha, I must have Buddha in my heart."

"OK."

Mr. Lei didn't stop him, he said:

"Perform a great ritual, just treat it as a way to eliminate the karma of destiny for the sound of poetry."

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At midnight, Li Yijian took the carriage and rushed home from his pharmacy.

Although he is now suspended, he will have to follow the manager to go to various places to practice business practices in three months, so he will start studying accounts today.

After studying for a day, the bald boy was dizzy.

If it weren't for the flexible mind of Hanxiang girl around her, this account would probably have to be sorted out until tomorrow morning.

"Young Master, my wife asks you to go and worship Buddha with her tomorrow morning."

Hanxiang was also in the carriage and whispered to Li Yijian:

"The young master wants to find a knife for himself, and there is nowhere to find it. A good knife is not easy, you have to wait for a while."

"It's okay, it's three months."

The bald boy sat cross-legged in the carriage, circulating his true energy. He touched his strange hair and said to Hanxiang:

"We must look for it very well. I will make a decision when I see Senior Brother Chen Qiu's sword. I am really good at using his sword technique. Since I have learned his sword technique, I cannot be humiliated. If I see you again in the future, I will also ask Senior Brother Chen Qiu to admire my precious sword."

"Young Master, you are a devil."

Hanxiang girl sighed and said:

"Young Master Chen Qiu also advises you to inherit your family business, but you are determined to wander around the world. You are not a desperate person or forced to do so. Who would want to go around the world?"

Hanxiang grew up with Li Yijian since she was a child, so her words naturally became more straightforward.

This made the bald boy feel unhappy, but he was not an incompetent coward who beat and scolded women, so he could only wave his hand, and Zhong Er was very angry and said:

"Women don't care about men's affairs!"

"You let go of my knife! Let go! If you don't let go, I will hit you!"

A noise came from outside the carriage.

Li Yijian pushed open the curtains of the carriage and looked out, and saw a down-and-out boy entangling with the sluts rushing out of the alleys.

His bag was thrown aside and was knocked to the ground by the sneak attacker.

Those people wanted to steal the boy's knife, but although the boy was thin, he was ruthless and insisted on holding the knife and not letting go. Any sticks of the sluts hit him, and he did not bow his head.

This scene made the bald boy fall into a strong sense of déjà.

A few days ago, when he faced bandits, he was so down and out.

"stop!"

The bald boy grabbed the one-sword at his hand and rushed out of the carriage. The guard beside him hurriedly followed.

Li Yijian grabbed the scabbard, used a trick of Qiu Yan flying south, hitting the stick in the hand of the rogue, and kicked another vulgar guy to the ground.

"bass"

Li Yijian pulled out a blade and shouted at the bully second-rate guys:

"roll!"

Those guys saw a wardrobe behind Li Yijian, with a large number of people, but they fled in a hurry.

The bald boy who experienced the feeling of being a hero again was quite helpful in his heart. He turned around with a smile and helped the down-and-out boy up. He said to the boy with his head down:
To be continued...