clear fish grass

"Master, you are here." Zhao Bin, who had had a good time, dragged Bai Xue, who was still full of enthusiasm, and just walked into the gate of the restaurant, when he saw Daoji sitting by the opposite door and window looking at the river outside.

Daoji took a sip of his wine, crossed his legs and looked at Zhao Bin, "I came back so early, this night market is open until the third watch."

Zhao Bin approached with a playful smile, "Aren't I worried about you, Master? Hehe, Master, I saw you steal Biqing's Buddhist beads just now. Why?"

Daoji picked up the fan on the table and skillfully patted Zhao Bin's head, "What are you doing asking so many questions?"

Zhao Bin rubbed his head, Bai Xue rubbed Zhao Bin distressedly, and looked at Daoji complainingly, "Holy Monk, why do you keep beating Shuai Bin?"

Daoji threw the jug to the waiter to fill up the wine, "I am his master, I can fight if I want..."

Bai Xue pouted and gave Daoji a hard look.

"Master." Chen Liang walked in from the outside with a sword in hand, and brushed his wet hair, "It's raining heavily outside."

"It's raining?"

Only then did everyone realize that it was already pouring rain outside.

"Strange, why didn't I notice the heavy rain just now?" Daoji frowned and turned to look at Zhao Bin, "Did you notice it just now?"

Zhao Bin shook his head with a puzzled look on his face, "No, when we came in, the moon was clearly still in the sky...why did it rain? It's strange."

Chen Liang put the sword on the table and shook his wet sleeves, "The rain fell suddenly, just like the sky poured water for washing feet, I didn't have any preparations, it fell so hard It was pouring rain, and many small items sold without curtains in the stalls were soaked by the rain."

On the other hand, Bai Xue, who had been out of nerves all the time, waved her little paw, pouted and said, "I saw it. The heavy rain did fall all at once. It's just that you were too engrossed in what you said, so I didn't notice it."

Daoji reached out and touched his chin, "Really? Did it come down suddenly?"

"Uncle Daoji." Biqing hurried in and threw the umbrella in his hand on the table, rushing to do something to Daoji, "Uncle Daoji...my prayer beads"

"Hey! Stop!" Daoji jumped up and knocked off Biqing's claws, pulled the corner of his mouth, took out something from his pocket, and put it on the table, "Hey"

"It's really here with you, Master Uncle, why did you steal my Buddhist beads?" Biqing happily picked up the Buddhist beads and then looked at Daoji suspiciously.

Daoji took the wine jug from the waiter, "For a big event." Daoji turned his face to look at the umbrella on the table next to him, and saw it with a smirk, "Must be clear... where did you get this umbrella from?" ?”

Biqing opened his mouth but said nothing, the umbrella was stuffed into his hand by that demon Yu Wulang...

Although Bai Xue was also very interested in the origin of the umbrella, she cared more about another sentence Dao Ji said, "What a big deal? What a big deal?" Walking over with small steps, gossip with crooked eyebrows.

Daoji pushed Baixue's face away and poured the wine, "I can't tell now, but you will know when the time comes."

A group of people looked at each other. Anyway, the heavy rain would not stop for a while, so they sat down to eat something small and chatted.

Daoji sat drinking, but the more he drank, the more he felt that something was wrong. He stood up and frowned, walked to the window to see the torrential rain outside, "This is wrong...it's really strange...this rain, could it be that..." said Ji widened his eyes and made a divination, and said to himself, "Oops! This time I'm in trouble!"

"What's the matter? Master uncle?" Biqing looked at Daoji who was frowning and pacing back and forth in front of the window, feeling that something was a little tricky.

Zhao Bin was suddenly startled, and was about to beat up Daoji. Bai Xue looked at the silent Daoji, "Master, what's the matter? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"You can't help with this matter, Biqing, I need your help." Daoji stopped and looked back at Biqing with a very serious face, "Go and find that demon, I have something to say He said."

Biqing opened his mouth wide and pointed at himself, "Me? Go find that demon? Master, you don't have a fever, do you?"

Zhao Bin was also surprised and looked at Daoji together with Chen Liang, "Isn't it, master, if you ask Biqing to find that demon, won't it be like a sheep?"

Daoji waved his fan irritably, "No way, Biqing, you have to go to this matter. If Zhao Bin or Chen Liang go, they will only fight that Yu Wulang. To be honest, the combined Taoism of the two of them is not enough. No one's half. This rabbit spirit will only accomplish more than fail. I have other more important things to do, so, Biqing, only you can take on this great task."

Biqing thought for a while, then raised his head and asked Ji, "Uncle Daoji, is this very important?"

Daoji nodded, "It's very important, it's about the safety of the people in Sichuan, and there's no delay."

"Okay, then I'll go find that demon." Biqing immediately agreed with her eyes widened when she heard that.

"Biqing, remember, you just need to persuade him to come to see me." Daoji raised his hand and patted Biqing's shoulder, "Be careful in everything."

"kindness."

………………

Biqing, who went back to the inn first, stood in the lobby of the inn and looked up at the guest rooms on the second floor, but his heart was full of anxiety.

I don't know if you will see me, or if you don't even say a word to me, you will eat me up?Biqing tremblingly stood outside the door, hesitated for a while, and finally knocked on the door.

Yu Wulang, who was chilled by the rain, was about to take off his clothes and go to bed after washing, but he heard a knock on the door. Could it be the old woman Lu Ji?The steps that went to the bed moved to the door again.

"Are you looking for me?" Yu Wulang looked at Biqing who was standing outside the door in surprise.

"I have something to tell you." Biqing put his hands behind his back and clenched his fists.

"Come in." Yu Wulang staggered to watch Biqing walk in with a righteous face.

"What do you want from me? Are you afraid that I will eat you?" Yu Wulang sat down and took a sip of tea, looking at the person standing by the door restlessly, as if he was ready to run away at any time.

"Devil, I have something to tell you..." Biqing was thinking about what to say next.

Yu Wulang continued to drink tea, "Name."

"what?"

Yu Wulang put down the teacup and looked at Biqing with dissatisfaction, "I have a name, don't call me a devil."

"Oh..." Biqing responded resolutely, and shouted bravely, "Oh, Yu... Wulang."

"Well, tell me, what's the matter?" Yu Wulang turned the teacup in his hand, gently raised his eyes to look at Biqing who was bowing his head, the warm candlelight reflected the warm silhouette of Biqing's reflection on the ground .

"Can you go see Uncle Daoji?" Bi Qing raised his head slightly and asked hesitantly.

"Why?" Yu Wulang turned his eyes away and asked back, "You should know that me and that smelly monk are incompatible, and I haven't broken you to the bone yet to listen to your long-winded words, it is already worth your money Sneaky thing"

Biqing tightened his hands, lowered his head with a pleading tone, "I know, but I still ask you to see the uncle, what the uncle wants to tell you is related to the lives of tens of thousands of people in Sichuan, as long as If you agree, the uncle will promise you one thing."

"What did the crazy monk promise?" Yu Wulang stared at the little man in front of him, and said jokingly, "I'm afraid you said it casually?" Yu Wulang stood up and leaned forward slightly, "Little monk Biqing, no I, Yu Wulang, don't know how to do good things. Bai Gan's work is not our style of 'bad things'."

"What do you want?" Biqing, who was guessed and said nonsense, finally looked at the man who sat back at the table with a satisfied face with the intention of going all out.

"Tell me, who do you want to give that sachet to?" Yu Wulang still asked this question, even he himself didn't understand why he asked this and cared about this.

Biqing touched the sachet on his chest subconsciously, and smiled extremely warmly, "Give it to someone who used to play around when I was young."

Yu Wulang squinted his eyes and felt that the smile on Biqing's face was a bit annoying, "Childhood sweetheart?"

"Yes." He answered without hesitation.

The corners of her mouth were pursed in displeasure, "I remember you are a monk, what's the matter? Fanxin is greatly moved? Then what about her? Where is she?"

"Dead." Biqing turned his face away and looked at the faint candlelight, "I told you what you want to know, so will you see Uncle Daoji?"

Yu Wulang looked angrily at the reluctance and remorse on Biqing's face, and said bitterly, "See you."

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