This monk is a bit mean

Before Yunshu left the dilapidated temple, he forcibly took off Murong Xiaoyue's shoes.

A pair of leather combat boots with extremely fine workmanship.

Yun Shu played with the combat boots in his hands for a while, then put his nose close to them and sniffed them, frowning and saying, "It smells quite strong!"

"But I like it!"

Murong Xiaoyue's face turned red with embarrassment. She turned her face away and didn't look at Yunshu.

This bald pervert, what does he want to do with the shoes?

Yunshu carefully wrapped Murong Xiaoyue's small leather boots with his rotten shirt.

Then he went out shirtless.

In Youzhou City, there is a Xiajiu Street. As the name suggests, the people here all make a living in the lowest class.

On Xiajiu Street, there is a shabby house, which is actually a shabby yard where a group of beggars live all year round.

Yunshu, who had changed into a coarse cloth shirt, had already arrived at the outer wall of the dilapidated house.

There were five or six skinny little beggars sitting in the corner, each of them holding a stray dog.

Seeing Yunshu coming, the little beggars stood up and said, "Monk, we are ready."

Yun Shu looked at the dirty stray dogs in their hands and frowned, "Just these few dogs? Will it work?"

The dogs seemed to sense something and bared their teeth at Yunshu.

The oldest beggar puffed out his chest and promised, "Okay! Don't underestimate them."

Then he added: "What did you promise us?"

Yun Shu said, "After the matter is done, everyone will have a tray of steamed buns, and yours will definitely be included."

Hearing Yun Shu's words, all the little beggars' eyes lit up and they were eager to try.

"Meat!" said the beggar.

"Is it not okay to have a vegetarian version?" Yunshu asked.

"no!"

"It's meat, Amitabha."

After saying that, Yunshu put the tattered clothes in his hand on the ground and spread them out, revealing a pair of exquisite leather combat boots underneath.

Seeing this, the little beggars understood what was meant and lined up to lead their stray dogs to sniff the boots hard.

After the last dog had sniffed, Yunshu rewrapped his combat boots, stood up and said, "Go, when you come back in the evening, come find me at the ruined temple."

The little beggars scattered away, leading stray dogs.

Yunshu stepped into the gate of the ragtag shop.

An elderly beggar had been standing in the yard waiting for a long time.

When he saw Yunshu come in, he didn't say anything, just nodded at Yunshu, and took Yunshu into a dim side room.

Yunshu took out the album of his and Yu Linglong's paintings and handed it to the old beggar.

The beggar took the album and looked at it carefully.

Yun Shu said, "First, find the woman in the painting. Second, I want all the information about the Ten Absolutes. Any amount of information is fine. The more the better."

Yun Shu paused, gritted his teeth and said: "The third point is the most important, help me find out who painted this picture!"

The old beggar looked up and said, "Two fat sheep, a pig, and ten bags of flour!"

"Change the fat sheep and pigs into cabbage and potatoes, and I'll give you a few more bags."

"No!" The old beggar refused in a non-negotiable tone.

"Amitabha, okay."

After leaving Xiajiu Street, Yunshu went to a pawn shop and pawned Murong Xiaoyue's sword.

Yunshu had no choice. He had spent too much in recent days and the money he had was only enough to buy buns.

He had no money to buy fat sheep, pigs and flour, and he didn't have anything valuable on him, so this was the only thing he could do.

"Just take down a big sword like this, a sharp weapon that can hurt people. Amitabha."

Yunshu found a far-fetched excuse for himself.

That night, Yunshu completed the transaction with the beggar leader outside the dilapidated temple.

Yunshu got a hand-drawn map.

It's okay, I can understand it just barely.

The little beggar successfully got the bun and Yunshu walked back to the dilapidated temple.

He tore the cloth out of Murong Xiaoyue's mouth and sat down opposite her.

"I pawned your big sword. You know what, it's quite valuable. But don't worry, I told the boss to keep it for ten days and not sell it." Yun Shu said slowly.

Murong Xiaoyue was filled with anger and shouted, "Let me go now, or I will peel off your skin and pull out your tendons when I get out!"

"Come on, don't wait, come now!" Yun Shu said as he moved closer to Murong Xiaoyue.

Murong Xiaoyue quickly turned her face away and avoided Yunshu.

Without the black silk on her face, Yunshu always felt that Murong Xiaoyue looked a bit like Yu Linglong.

Quite beautiful.

"Want to know, what did I do with your shoes today?" Yun Shu threw Murong Xiaoyue's leather combat boots back to her.

It would have been fine if this matter had not been mentioned. As soon as it was mentioned, Murong Xiaoyue remembered the way the monk smelled her shoes.

She was so ashamed that she cursed Yun Shu, "You perverted bald head! If you dare, let me go and I will fight you to the death!"

"Okay, okay, we've been going through so much last night, and you still want it tonight? I don't want it anymore." Yun Shu said in a mean way.

"You!" Murong Xiaoyue was completely defeated.

She said dejectedly, "You are an outsider, why do you have to wade into this muddy water? Let me go, and when I finish dealing with this matter, I will let you and Yu Linglong run away."

"I'm just curious, what conspiracy do you have? Can you tell me about it?"

"Besides, you got one thing wrong. I didn't say I was going to run away with that bitch. She and I are not in the same boat."

Yunshu curled his lips.

"Then why did you do the same as her, protecting that little girl, and even sending her back to ruin my plans."

It was a big deal. Yun Shu rolled his eyes at Murong Xiaoyue and said, "Little Yunyan was kidnapped by that bitch. She, like you, has her own ulterior motives."

"And this holy monk just doesn't want you old fools to get what you want. Go ahead and bite me! Lululu!"

Murong Xiaoyue was furious and said, "After this matter is over, I will never let you go!"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Didn't I give you a chance last night? But even if I gave you the chance, you were useless."

The two had nothing more to say. Murong Xiaoyue closed her eyes and remained silent, while Yunshu lay on his seat, staring at the Buddha statue in the dilapidated temple in a daze.

He was thinking about his plan.

The next morning, Yunshu prepared to go out. Before leaving, he stuffed the cloth strip back into Murong Xiaoyue's mouth and tightened the rope.

Only then can I go out with peace of mind.

Outside the gate of Youzhou City, Yunshu came to Old Man Liu’s tea stall.

Lao Liu's tea stall had unusually bad business these days. He sat lazily facing the southeast direction of Yunzhou City.

He was wondering when the handsome boss who had once supported him would come back.

When Yunshu arrived, he coughed.

This brought Old Liu back from his fantasy.

"Oh, you are a distinguished guest. Please sit down first. I will make tea for you right away." Old Liu quickly stood up and started to get busy.

Yunshu sat down quietly, looking at the busy Lao Liu, and said, "Amitabha, Lao Liu, are you waiting for someone?"

"Ah? Young master, I don't understand what you are saying." Old Liu ignored Yunshu and poured water as needed and put tea leaves in as needed.

Just when Yunshu said the words "wait for others", Lao Liu, who was pouring water into the pot, paused.

How could this little action escape Yunshu's eyes?

Yunshu has been staring at him since he arrived here.

"If I tell you that the person you're waiting for can't come in the next few days, what will you do?" Yun Shu continued to test him.

"What are you talking about, young master? Isn't the person I'm waiting for here?"

"coming?"

"Yes, it's you, little master, who's just passing by to have tea. Look, you're here, aren't you?"

"I'm knocking! You're still pretending to be me!" Yun Shu cursed in his heart.

Seeing that Lao Liu refused to admit it, Yun Shu said coldly: "Some people say that you made the decision on your own and released Yun Feiyang and his daughter. You are a traitor to Youzhou!"

"Okay, young master, just tell me what you want to do. Don't beat around the bush." ​​Old Liu's entire temperament changed, and he looked at Yun Shu with an extremely cold look.

"Murong Xiaoyue wants to see you!"