I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Not to mention taking Yin Xuan's life, at least something happened?The fish had to thump twice before taking the bait. Apart from the news of Linlang Pavilion, there was no trace of the green forest arrest warrant in the city.

The two-month period has passed.

Those 7000 pennies are like a waste of money—it’s not even as good as a waste of money. At least a normal person can become a leader in this industry with [-] million copper coins to learn how to play a waste of money.

The aristocratic family can't wait any longer.

At night, that man slipped into the Inspiration Temple again.

"Why is Yin Xuan's child still alive?" The man asked angrily as soon as he entered the hall.

Master Xuanyi recited the Buddha's name: "What are you talking about, benefactor, the poor monk doesn't understand what you mean."

The man froze for a moment, looking at the bewildered Master Xuan Yi, he also muttered in his heart, isn't this the monk in front of him who contacted him?
But... this looks too much alike.

That monk has a twin brother?I have never heard of it...

The man curbed his anger, bowed kindly, and smiled gently: "Master, may I ask where Master Xuanyi of your temple is?" In front of others, he still had to do his best to cultivate himself.

Master Xuan Yi said softly, "That's the poor monk."

These four words, like a powerful and extremely sharp arrow, pierced through his head. "The poor monk is, the monk is, and..." endless echoes formed in his mind.

The man's eyes widened, he forgot all about self-cultivation: "You're fucking kidding me, aren't you?"

"Together with hatred, it is not beneficial to others, but it is harmful to oneself; if it is mild, the mind will be irritable, but if it is serious, it will hurt the liver and eyes." Master Xuan Yi continued gently, "The benefactor still needs to quit anger."

"If the benefactor has any troubles, you can talk to the poor monk. Maybe the poor monk can help the benefactor to solve the problem."

The man is full of question marks.

trouble?

What troubles do you have, can you, a monk, not know?What is the situation now, what kind of drama of losing the soul is playing with yourself?
"You fucking pretend to be stupid with me?" The man gritted his teeth and stared at the monk fiercely, "I ask you, why is Yin Xuan's child still alive?"

"Yin Xuan?" Master Xuan Yi repeated the name blankly, as if thinking about something.

After a while, he showed a look of sudden realization: "The benefactor is talking about Yin Zhengyang, a man from Changle County? How could a person like him, who is blessed with great fortune, young and strong, die so easily."

The man froze.

Master Xuan Yi clasped his hands together, his face full of compassion: "The poor monk wished he could pray for the county man every day, and only hoped that he would live forever."

The man tilted his head back, and pinched his face fiercely - he wondered if he was dreaming, but Master Xuan Yi's sudden change of attitude made it hard for him to accept.

Two months ago, he was still gnashing his teeth, promising to kill Yin Xuan.

Now with such a merciful appearance, he wants to pray for Yin Xuan.

The world is developing so fast that he can't keep up?

The man digested it for a while, and finally accepted the fact that the change was too fast, which made him a little unacceptable. He gritted his teeth, his eyes were red: "You took our money, and now you are pretending to be crazy. Are you entertaining us?"

Master Xuan Yi said in surprise, "Took your money?"

"The monks don't tell lies, but the poor monk has confiscated your money."

He whispered in his heart, this is not false, first of all he is a killer, not a monk.Secondly, it was not this man who sent the money, but someone else.

The man's eyes became even redder: "Seventy thousand guan, that's seventy thousand guan!"

"Do you dare to say that you didn't take it?"

Seventy thousand guan is not a small amount, the aristocratic family is willing to take it out, it is with the mentality of being able to take it back-the aristocratic family has been watching Master Xuanyi in the Lingling Temple.

Not to mention holding [-] guan, the flowers can't be spent.

It is this monk who wants to spend money, and the seven families will know it immediately, and then take action against this monk.

These two monks, Yuexuanyi, are very well-behaved, so well-behaved that they couldn't help but yell at them—for two months, they have been staying in this dilapidated hall, chanting, chanting, chanting...

It was as if he only had these two months left in his life to recite sutras.

This is also the most critical reason why the family can endure these two months.

Master Xuan Yi's eyes widened, and his face was innocent: "This benefactor, how can you talk like that, and tarnish my reputation as a monk for no reason."

"Does the benefactor know how much [-] guan is?"

"Even if the poor monk's small dilapidated temple is demolished, he won't be able to collect [-] guan. The donor said that [-] guan will be buckled on the poor monk's head."

"Could it be that the benefactor is suffering from insanity? That should be to go to the medical center, not to come to my place to fight the autumn wind."

Saying so, Master Xuanyi hesitated for a moment, and reluctantly took out two copper coins from his bosom: "This is the little property left by the poor monk, and I will give it to the benefactor, hoping that the benefactor can get out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible."

Two coppers?

Treat him as a beggar?

The man stared blankly at the one handed to him. The two coins were covered with dirt and seemed to be in his arms for a long time.Master Xuan Yi even looked pitiful.

People who don't know will look at it, and they will really think of Master Xuan Yi as some kind of compassionate eminent monk. They can't live a good life, and they worry about the people who come to find fault.

"Are you purely entertaining me?" The two pennies made the man feel weak, and his anger didn't have the strength to regenerate, which actually calmed him down.

Although it is a little unbelievable, but after eliminating all the impossibilities, there is only one result left - this old monk is Yin Xuan's people, and they teamed up to make a game, cheating their family [-] guan.

They really fell into the pit foolishly.

Could it be that what happened two months ago was just a ridiculous dream of his?

Seeing that he had calmed down, Master Xuanyi recited the Buddha's mantra: "It's just to amuse the benefactor, so what?"

The man is ready to move and wants to make a move.

This matter is linked to his life, if he can get rid of Yin Xuan with the help of Master Xuan Yi, then the credit will naturally be credited to him.

But... if this was a scam, and [-] yuan was cheated away, the crime would also be on his head.

Seventy thousand crimes.

Even if he spared his nine lives, he didn't have the ability to bear it.

"Is it the emperor and Yin Xuan who gave you the confidence?" The man thought for a while, he had investigated before inviting Monk Xuan Yi, and he had never heard of any relationship between this monk and Yin Xuan.

Therefore, it is very likely that Monk Xuan Yi assassinated Yin Xuan on the night he was persuaded by Yin Xuan.

But... isn't that boy Yin Xuan ignorant of Li Shimin's identity?

Is it all a game?

As early as when Yin Xuan was working as a restaurant, Li Shimin arranged all this?