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The familiar Foyin Pavilion branch.

Only this time they entered through the back door.

Xie Yuantang looked around and turned to ask Situ Yan: "Who has the final say here, you or the monk?"

"Wu Chen?"

Situ Yan smiled slightly, and while leading her inside, he said, "It's about the same. If we have to rank them, then I have some personal connections and military advantages, so my status may be slightly higher than his."

These words revealed too much information, and Xie Yuantang's curiosity was immediately aroused.

In the candlelit wooden corridor, Xie Yuantang pulled Situ Yan's arm, jumping up and down, and curiously asked: "What personal relationship? With whom? Tell me quickly!"

"I've always said that this Buddhist Sound Pavilion is weird. Besides you and Wuchen, there's actually a 'private person'? What's your relationship with the private person? Are you going to sell your beauty to her? I won't allow that!"

Her voice was clear and soft, echoing slowly in the quiet wooden corridor.

Situ Yan smiled softly, looking down at her with a doting look. Seeing that her little face no longer had the melancholy she had just seen at the mass grave, he reached out and rubbed her hair and said, "My lady is so smart, why don't you guess?"

Da Lao Tang was stunned for a moment and tilted his head: "Test me?"

Situ Yan's lips curled slightly: "Friendly reminder, everyone knows the master of Foyin Pavilion, but they don't know that there are two other masters. They call me Master Wuchen, and they call me..."

Xie Yuantang was startled and his heart skipped a beat.

This hint is like a written answer: Foyin Pavilion - the two words "yin" and "ge" have owners, so the last word "fo" naturally has an owner as well.

Ever since Xie Yuantang learned that her mother-in-law Yan Yilan's first love was Qingyao Buddhist, she has become particularly sensitive to the word "Buddha".

She had boldly guessed the origin of Foyin Pavilion before. Now that Situ Yan took the initiative to mention it and said that it was a personal relationship, Xie Yuantang couldn't help but think of this meaning again.

Perhaps the expression on her face was too obvious. Situ Yan looked at her, smiled, and took her into the room at the end of the wooden corridor.

“This is my room here,” he said.

Xie Yuantang looked up at first, but was stunned the next moment.

Because the walls all around were nailed with chains.

Xie Yuantang's eyes were locked: "These chains...are very similar to the dark room in the mansion."

But that dark room is only used when Situ Yan is sick.

Since Situ Yan brought her here, he had no intention of hiding anything.

He walked to the wall, pulled off the heavy chain, and said calmly, "I was poisoned too deeply when I was young, and there was almost no way to save me. Just when I was about to die, that man appeared and saved me, but he couldn't cure me either. He could only fight poison with poison. And he didn't save me for no reason. He taught me martial arts, and I needed to do something for him."

Xie Yuantang pursed his lips tightly: "What's the matter?"

Situ Yan glanced at her and said calmly, "Kill the Buddha."

Xie Yuantang was slightly startled, and subconsciously asked: "Isn't that Qing Yao's business? Why are they looking for you? This guy is really..."

Before he finished speaking, Situ Yan raised his hand and twisted the iron ring buckle on the wall, and the heavy wall suddenly opened from both sides, revealing the true appearance behind the wall.

It was a very plain secret room.

It is so simple that there is no decoration at all, only mountains of gold!

Xie Yuantang’s eyes widened. For a moment, he forgot all about the Foyin Pavilion and the murder of Buddha. He just stared at the golden world in front of him in amazement!

Big Brother Tang changed his words instantly, and said sincerely: "Forget it, forget it. After all, he saved your life, so it's understandable that he asked you for help!"

Situ Yan: “…” It’s true that money can make the devil work, and money can make Tang bow his head!

Xie Yuantang swallowed his saliva, raised his head, and looked at Situ Yan very seriously and pleadingly: "Husband, can I sleep here tonight?"

Situ Yan: “…”

He shook his head in amusement: "It was originally a gift for you."

"For...for me?"

Xie Yuantang blinked his eyelashes twice: "These? All? Give them to me?"

Situ Yan smiled and nodded: "Yes, all for you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Yuantang jumped up and pounced on him and hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling with her eyes curved: "Husband, you are so handsome!"

Situ Yan pinched her cheek and said, "It can be considered as... well, Wu Chen and I investing in your business."

Xie Yuantang blinked and asked tentatively: "What if we can't use it all up?"

Wouldn't it be taken back?

Situ Yan seemed to see through her thoughts and said with a smile, "If you can't use it all, just consider it as your private money."

"I've been waiting for you to say that!"

Xie Yuantang was grinning so hard that he could hardly close his mouth. He rushed into the golden house like a piglet rushing into a pigpen, and started to flutter in the air!

After a long while, she finally popped her head out from the pile of gold and asked in confusion, "By the way, husband, why is there a share for the monk?"

Situ Yan was not surprised at all that she asked this question just now. His little wife was usually too smart, but she lost her mind when she saw money.

Situ Yan leaned against the door frame, his voice lazy and calm: "This is the family property of Wu Chen and me. It's mainly mine. He said he had no place to put it, and no place to spend it, so he asked me to do whatever I wanted."

Xie Yuantang smiled, rubbed his hands together and bowed to the sky: "Master Wuchen, if that's the case, then I won't be polite!"

Perhaps because of Wuchen's kindness, Xie Yuantang finally remembered to ask this old friend: "Where did he go? Was it something dangerous? Will he come back?"

Situ Yan raised his eyebrows, and a smile flashed in his peach blossom eyes: "When you said that, I couldn't tell whether you were concerned about his safety or his inheritance."

Xie Yuantang blinked: "All of them, all of them!"

Situ Yan said, "He went home. An elder at home sent a message to urgently look for him."

Xie Yuantang was slightly stunned: "Something happened?"

"That's not it."

Situ Yan gave her a meaningful look and said, "The elder in his family said that he had to go and find a wife, so he had no time to take care of the household, so he asked him to go back and help."

"what?"

Xie Yuantang didn't expect this to be the reason. She was stunned for a moment. Especially since Situ Yan's expression was full of teasing, she felt that this matter was strange: "Husband, why are you looking at me like that? I'm not his elder."

Situ Yan didn't answer but laughed instead.

Xie Yuantang couldn't ask the answer, so he simply gave up asking. He lazily lay in the arms of gold, closed his eyes and enjoyed the golden bath.

As for what Situ Yan just said...

Big Brother Tang said, who cares!

With so much gold, it's just a small matter! We'll just solve it when the time comes!

Thinking of this, Da Lao Tang turned over, lying on the golden bed, holding his chin and curling his feet, looking at Situ Yan who was leaning against the door: "Husband, does that Qingyao Buddhist need help?"

The corner of Situ Yan's mouth twitched slightly.

He said so much because he originally wanted to let her know the power behind Foyin Pavilion and the dangers he might encounter in the future, but this was the first thing she thought of?

Xie Yuantang grinned sincerely: "If you ask him to give me a room full of gold, Big Brother Tang will have plenty of people to help him!"

Forget about talking about killing Buddha. When she grows up a little bit, she can live in Qingyao with her army of zombies!