The Guocheng Temple must have been instructed by Zen Master to arrange the follow-up affairs in a very appropriate and secretive manner.
The receptionist monk who had met Liu Shisui and Xiao He left Moqiu joyfully and went to Juye City to work as a doctor monk to support the colleagues of the Windy-Broadsword Cult. Other than Zen Master, no one else in the Guocheng Temple knew the identity of Liu Shisui and Xiao He. Even the supervising monk who specifically arranged for them only thought that they were lay relatives of the leader of the rear hall.
Liu Shisui was not assigned the identity of a lay disciple because that would be too conspicuous. What about Xiao He? It just so happened that the couple who had been growing vegetables in the front yard of the Guocheng Temple for thirty years were taken to live a comfortable life by their son who had passed the school entrance examination in the county town. So the vegetable garden was empty, and he and Xiao He could take over.
It was a very simple environment. Fortunately, there was a well, so they didn't need to fetch water. The kitchen was also very clean, so Xiao He was quite satisfied.
Looking at the green everywhere, Liu Shisui thought that the Guocheng Temple was indeed blessed by the Dharma. There were so many green vegetables in the late autumn.
It was not difficult for him to return to the farming life in the mountain village again. What worried him was that the Sutra given to him by Zen Master was really abstruse and difficult to understand. But Zen Master had made it clear that he could only understand the Sutra by himself. Of course, even if he wanted to find someone to ask, who could he ask?
Someone came early the next morning.
It was a handsome young man with a clean smile.
The first time Liu Shisui saw the young man, he felt that he was very close to him.
For some reason, the young man was stunned when he saw him.
Looking at the big basket the young man brought, Liu Shisui guessed that he was a servant from the Guocheng Temple who came to pick up vegetables. "What's wrong?" he asked.
The young man came back to his senses and said with a smile, "I just saw Uncle Gong suddenly become a young man like you. I thought he had eaten some magic elixir."
Liu Shisui also laughed and helped him pick the vegetables from the field into the basket. "What's your name?" he asked.
The young man said with a smile, "My name is Yin Fu."
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The days passed just like that.
Apart from tending to the vegetable fields, Liu Shisui spent his days comprehending the scripture, but his progress was extremely slow. Silent, Xiao He sat in front of the window and embroidered all kinds of things. At this speed, by the time Liu Shisui learned the scripture, she might have already embroidered her granddaughter's wedding dress.
The young man named Yin Fu would come to the vegetable garden every day to collect vegetables, and soon became familiar with Liu Shisui.
One day, a state duke came from Zhaoge City. It was said that he wanted to fulfill the vow on behalf of the Emperor.
The Guocheng Temple had a very close relationship with the Jing Royal Family, so this kind of thing happened frequently. Every year, a few dukes would come to the temple. The monks in the temple were already used to it and did not pay much attention to it. However, the accompanying nobles and officials naturally wanted to taste the famous vegetarian dishes of the Guocheng Temple, so they naturally ate a lot more dishes.
Looking at the baskets full of vegetables, Liu Shisui helped Yin Fu put the vegetables in.
This was the first time he came to the back kitchen of the Guocheng Temple.
It was steaming hot in the back kitchen. An old man stood in front of the stove with his upper body bare, waving the spatula forcefully.
The old man had sparse hair, so it was hard to tell if he was a cook or a cook in the temple.
The old man picked up a white towel to wipe his face from time to time. It was unclear whether it was because he had wiped too much or because it was too hot, but the tip of his nose was a bit red.
Hearing the voice behind him, the old man said without turning his head, "The vegetables are in the same place."
Yin Fu said, "You'd better take a look yourself, in case you say I made a mistake again."
The old man was obviously surprised. As he turned around and saw Liu Shisui, he screamed with wide eyes.
"What's wrong?" asked Liu Shisui in surprise.
Yin Fu tilted his head and looked at the old man, saying nothing with a smile.
The old man said quickly, "It's nothing. The vegetable oil is too muddy today, so it's easy to explode. I was scalded."
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It was nightfall.
In a room in the back hall of the Guocheng Temple.
The old man with the red nose stared at the young man and said, "So you're here for him, Immortal!"
The young man said innocently, "I swear in the name of the founding masters of Aoyama, this is absolutely a coincidence!"
He was not Yin Fu, but Yin San.
The old man with the red nose was also not the cook of the Guocheng Temple, but the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was annoyed, "Then why do you insist on coming here?"
Yin San sighed, "I've sinned a lot in my life, and I want to seek salvation through the Dharma."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect spat, "I don't know which of your words are true and which are false, but this one is definitely false!"
"What if it's true?" Yin San asked with a smile.
"It's fine if it's somewhere else, but this is the Guocheng Temple, where the Chief Monk has a profound understanding of the Dharma and is no weaker than me, not to mention that there's also the Zen Master, whose abilities are unknown …"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said earnestly, "What if we're discovered? I can run, but how can you? "
The smile on Yin San's face grew wider, as he said, "If I can't run, you'll be in big trouble."
"That's why I'm worried," the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said with a bitter smile.
Yin San didn't pursue this topic. He walked to the window and looked at the night sky, saying, "I've told you before that I like this kid, Liu Shisui."
It was written clearly in front of the temple in White Town.
He prayed to the Buddha, the Taoism, and himself.
Regardless of whether he prayed to the Buddha or the Taoism, he always prayed to himself.
Perhaps, the one he prayed to was Liu Shisui; otherwise, why would they meet in the Buddhist temple?
While thinking of these questions, he clasped his hands behind his back and stroked the bone flute.
The bone flute had become smoother, but the thin red line on it had become clearer.
Watching from behind, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect thought with narrowed eyes, "Is this bone flute used to isolate the Great Formation of Aoyama and connect it with the spiritual soul?"
If the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect snatched the bone flute or destroyed it … what would happen then?
"What are you thinking about?"
Yin San suddenly turned to look at him.
The expression on the face of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect didn't change, and his eyes were still narrowed as he said, "You've always said that it was your Aoyama, and Jian Rushan was also your junior. Why did you kill him?"
Yin San smiled and said, "The number of Aoyama disciples that have died in my hands is much more than the number you've killed."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect praised, "You have killed more enemies of Aoyama."
Yin San waved his hand and said, "The First Child Sword and Su Ziye's corpse were not found. What do you think?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect's expression remained unchanged, but he was inwardly horrified.
Yin San's current realm was still very low, so there were many things that he needed to rely on.
How did Yin San know about such secretive information when even he didn't know about it?
Could it be that Jing Jiu had already made contact with the remaining members of the Old Ones, the elite swordsmen, without being aware of it himself?
Thinking of these things, he replied very seriously, "I don't know anything."
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The monks were vegetarians, so there were many vegetable gardens around the temples.
It was the case in the Guocheng Temple, and it was the case in the distant Baotong Zen Temple in the southwest.
All the loofahs in the vegetable garden had been picked up, except for a few which were left to be used for washing dishes after they were ripe.
The summer was over, and the purple eggplants were all gone, except for some green eggplants.
Su Ziye's face had turned back from purple to green; the poison had been completely removed. Lying on the headboard, he felt bored as he watched He Zhan and Tong Yan bicker, wondering how the disciples of the orthodox sects had oppressed his own sect to such a state back then if they were all like this.
"I really don't know what Tong Lu will do."
Tong Yan said this while looking at the chessboard while sitting by the window.
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