Dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty, I was working as a detective in Chang'an

The fat man and I looked at each other, wondering what this guy was up to.

He went out of the house and came in after a while. He changed into another set of clothes, washed away the mud on his body, and made himself whiter, like a grimace with frost in June.

He put a piece of candied fruit into his mouth,

"Liu Shengzhai is becoming more and more perfunctory now. These plums must not be made with yellow rock sugar."

While chewing, he sat down on the imperial concubine's couch next to the bed, crossed his legs, picked his teeth with his little finger, and said in a cooing voice:

"Masters, what do you want from me?"

"We want to enter the Daming Palace."

The fat man got straight to the point. He really didn't want to look at this sissy again.

"Hey, you two really dare to open your mouth. Do you know where the Daming Palace is? It is the place where the emperor lives. We can enter wherever we want. You two should please come back."

"Haha, we can't get in, but money can make ghosts go around. Who doesn't know your name, Wang Wu, the devil, and you can't do this?"

The bearded man looked proud,

"It's good to know. Do you have enough money? This is a big job. I have to take care of it from top to bottom."

"As long as you set a price, we will never offer a discount."

The fat man looked confident, but I backed down. This guy wants to open his mouth. Where can we make money?

The bearded man stretched out five fingers,

"50 taels?" I said.

"Shit, you're sending a beggar away." The beard gave me a white look, and he rolled his eyes so hard that he couldn't even see the kernels in his eyes.

"500 taels?" I said through gritted teeth.

"5000 taels, if it's a penny less, just pretend you've never been here, and I've never seen you two."

The bearded man yawned,

"It's getting late, gentlemen. It's time for me to rest. If you stay up late, you'll get older."

The fat man said:

"I know your methods, and I also know that you are not asking for a high price. I have made it clear that this is a 2000 tael banknote. I will pay the full amount after the transaction is completed."

The bearded man took the banknote and laughed sharply:

"Okay, be happy, I need three days, and after three days I will take you to the Daming Palace!"

Coming out of the bearded house, I was a little worried.

"You're giving him money now? What if he doesn't do anything after taking the money? What if he runs away? Should he be asked to write a receipt or something?"

The fat man said:

"No, his reputation in the world is not in vain. As long as he names the price, he can definitely make it happen."

I said, "What are we going to do these days? Just wait here?"

The fat man said:

"We still need to make some preparations, go to a place and find someone."

"Looking for someone? Looking for someone?"

"Do you think we really want to slap plaster on the emperor's face? Find a painter called Boring. He only needs to look at the emperor and it will be done."

"Where is this man?"

"I don't know where he is yet. This person's whereabouts are always erratic, but he likes to live in temples. We have to go from temple to temple to find him."

"There are more than 100 monasteries, large and small, in Chang'an City alone. Where do we start?"

"He usually lives in Daxingshan Temple. Let's go there to find him first."

We asked Beard to find two fast horses and went straight to Daxingshan Temple.

When they arrived at Daxingshan Temple, the abbot said that Wuqu no longer lived here, and he didn't know where he had gone.

We were both a little anxious and a little disappointed.

At this time, a novice monk in the temple waved to me, as if he had something to say.

I took the young monk to a relatively secluded place and said:

"Little monk, what do you want to tell us?"

This young monk was about five or six years old. He had a tiger-like head and a strong brain. He said to me in a babyish voice:

"Is the donor looking for that crazy master who can draw little people?"

As soon as I heard this, I immediately became energetic.

"Yeah, yeah do you know where he is?"

"I said, can you give me something delicious to eat?" he asked with his big eyes flashing.

"Of course, whatever you want is fine."

"I want to eat chicken drumsticks, okay?"

I laughed all of a sudden, poked his forehead, and said:

"You are a monk, how can you break the precepts?"

The little monk made a shushing gesture with his finger.

"Shh, just be quiet and don't let my master know."

"Okay, you go ahead and tell me. I'll buy you big chicken drumsticks later." I said happily.

"Let me tell you, this weirdo who draws little people has always been in the cave on the mountain behind our temple. I will take you there, but don't forget to buy me chicken legs."

"Don't talk about a chicken drumstick, I'll buy you a basket." I smiled and touched his head.

"No, I only need one. Master will definitely find out if I have a basket. That would be tragic."

This kid is really not greedy.

"What's your name?" I asked the little monk.

The young monk clasped his hands together and said, "Let go of the dust."

We made an appointment with the children to meet here at night when the moon rises to the middle, and then we went to the back mountain together to find Boring Painter. I actually went out and bought him two or three large chicken drumsticks.

At night, the cold moonlight cast a pale and eerie atmosphere over Daxingshan Temple.

As soon as we arrived at the temple, we felt strange. It seemed that every monk had something on his mind and his face was full of dark clouds.

Fatty and I looked everywhere for Little Monk Chen, but there was no trace of Little Monk anywhere.

A gust of wind blew by, rustling the sycamore leaves in the courtyard, and one or two night owls made hoarse calls, making the entire temple become even more eerie.