Do not sleep

Chapter 227

The benefactor, Yaken Toshiro, who was named Yaken's unknown origin, was finally picked up by a senior brother who came in a hurry.

After the visitor Yaken Toshiro left with the senior brother who asked the letter, some time passed.

The temple is still quiet, as if nothing happened.

At this time, the little monk Wuhu, who had been reprimanded by his senior brother for continuing to fill in the ground and could not keep up, turned his eyes away and murmured in his heart.

Logically speaking, the temples on their Wutai side were all built in deep mountains and old forests, and there were very few visitors outside.

So every time someone came, it was a festival-like event that could startle the entire temple.

But the arrival of Yaken Toshiro, after he entered the temple with his senior brother, was as silent as a drop of water thrown into the sea.

...How should I put it, it feels sneaky.

Not only did no one know about it, but also think about the expression of that senior brother who asked me to pick him up just now, his face was so dark.

It was like meeting an enemy who came to seek revenge.

...seeking revenge?

The little monk Wuhu Tui unconsciously stopped the action of shoveling the soil, his chin rested on the top of the wooden handle of the shovel, his eyes flickered as if thinking of something.

That's right, just now what that Yaoken Fujishiro said, the monk he was looking for was Wuxiu, their unlettered uncle, who was a martial arts leader 20 years ago.

Wuhu Tui, a young monk who has never been down a mountain, does not feel very deeply about such a name, but he has heard it from his brothers who have gone down a mountain before.

The leader of the martial arts alliance is probably equivalent to the host of their temple.

The little monk Wuhu retired from their temple's current abbot Master Unemployed, that is a great demon king who makes countless monks hate but has no choice but to do anything about it.

Then convert it like this, that is.

What kind of martial arts leader, is also the same as the presiding Master Wuye, he is a person who will make people hate it.

Such a person must have many enemies, right?

The little monk Wuhu stepped back and his eyes lit up when he thought about it.

But... Hey, strange, what is the 'big devil' that just came to mind?

But the little monk Wuhu didn't have time to retreat, so he threw down the shovel and ran away in a hurry.

"Master, it's not good——"

"Someone is here to seek revenge———————!"

However, it was a step too late.

The big bell in the temple, which was only rang every morning class, suddenly rang continuously, resounding through the sky.

The entire temple in Wutai was awakened.

When they arrived at a crowded place, a group of monks gathered together and looked flustered, not knowing what to say.

The little monk Wuhu retreated and approached quietly.

"What happened?" a monk asked.

"This is the bell of the enemy's attack." A monk said.

"Someone is coming to seek revenge."

"I heard that an uncle was stabbed."

"who?!"

"I don't know, I ran away..."

The voice was messy, and the little monk Wuhu retreated behind couldn't hear it clearly.

So the little monk Wuhu Tui casually dragged a monk, and asked, "Brother, who is the uncle who said he was stabbed?"

"I don't know, I just heard that he is a senior uncle." After the monk finished speaking, he and the young monk Wuhu Tui bowed to each other and left.

An uncle with no words?

The little monk Wuhu took a deep breath, turned around and ran to the meditation room of his master, Master Wu Nian.

The meditation room on the west side is remote and there are few people, so when the monks outside are noisy, it is still quiet here.

It's just that the little monk Wuhu retreated to find his master, Master Wu Nian, in the meditation room.

After waiting in the yard for a long time, Master Wu Nian finally arrived with a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

As soon as Master Wu Nian came back, the little monk Wuhu retreated and jumped up.

"Master, master, is it Master Wuxiu who has an accident today?"

"Master, master, when did our temple have an extra Master Wuxiu, why didn't I know?"

"Master, master, who stabbed Uncle Wuxiu? I saw a person today who said he was looking for Uncle Wuxiu?"

"Master, master..."

Master Wu Nian raised his hand and slapped the young monk Wu Hutui on the forehead.

The little monk Wuhu held his head in pain, puffed up his cheeks and looked at his master, Master Wu Nian.

"Don't be curious about other people's affairs, don't ask questions, I've told you so many times, why don't you make progress." Master Wu Nian put his hands together and said "Oh Amitabha".

"I just care about my uncle." Wu Hu pouted and patted his head.

"Neither relatives nor relatives, I have never met, disciple, how can you care about this." Master Wu Nian hehe.

How could he not know about his apprentice, a child's heart, there is not enough time to be naughty every day, how can he care about the uncle he has never met.

"You are just too curious, sooner or later you will cause trouble." Master Wu Nian said.

"I'll just ask casually." Wu Hu Tui blinked his eyes and said reluctantly.

"So, it was really Uncle Wuxiu who had the accident? Seeking revenge? What kind of revenge?"

"Have you finished filling the dark pit in the martial arts compound?" Master Wu Nian changed the subject.

"No." Five Tigers looked back at the sky, and said with a smile.

"Now that there is such a big incident happening in the temple, the brothers in the Discipline Academy have no time to find the murderer, so they will definitely not care about me."

There are advantages and disadvantages in everything, we must look at the advantages.

"In this case, you should copy the Tripitaka to make up for the homework you didn't do before." Master Wu Nian said.

"Master QAQ." The little monk Wuhu retreated pitifully.

"Ten times." Master Wu Nian picked up the flowers and smiled.

"..." The little monk retreated five tigers.

The night was dim, but the whole temple was still buzzing with people.

"Brother, there is no one here." A monk said.

"Look here." A monk replied.

"Take a few people and go over there to have a look." A monk ordered.

Everyone listened to orders, joined together and then dispersed.

Tonight is bound to be a sleepless night.

However, all of this had nothing to do with the young monk Wuhu Tui who was copying books in the meditation room.

"Tripitaka, three volumes, nine volumes, and two hundred chapters. When will this be copied?" The little monk Wuhu stepped back and kowtowed on the table, his hand holding the calligraphy brush was shaking.

It was really strange, the little monk Wu Hutui felt as if he hadn't held a brush for a long time, every stroke was hard work.

But has he not written calligraphy for so long?

The little monk Wuhu Tui vaguely remembered that he was still copying books yesterday.

Thinking of this, the little monk Wuhu retreated for a moment.

Suddenly something fell from the top of the meditation room and hit Wu Hutui, a young monk who was distracted.

The little monk Wuhu retreated with an "Ouch -" and picked up the fallen things on the desk to have a look.

It is a small red apple.

"Where did you get the little apple?" The little monk Wuhu raised his head in a daze, and saw a familiar-looking man in a black cloak, sitting on the beam of the meditation room and smiling at him friendly.

however.

"..." The five tigers retreated.

Damn, no matter how friendly the smile is, look horizontally and vertically, this is also Yaken Toshiro whom I have seen before.

The murderer who stabbed the uncle without rest came, and now the brothers outside are still looking for Yaken Toshiro.

The little monk Wuhu opened his mouth subconsciously.

"Don't yell." Yaken Toshiro put his right index finger in front of his lips and said "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

"I don't want to stab you too."

The little monk Wu Hutui quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

The moonlight was bright outside the window, and the candles flickered in the room.

Yaken Toshiro sat on the beam of the house, leaning against the pillar, with one knee bent and the other dangling in the air.

The little monk Wu Hutui looked up from below, covered his mouth with his hands, and stared at him with small round eyes.

After a long time, the little monk Wuhu was the first one who couldn't stand the quiet atmosphere, put down his hands covering his mouth and wanted to say something.

But I don't know what to say.

After hesitating for a long time, the little monk Wuhu retreated and looked at the little apple on the desk that Yaken Toshiro had just dropped to smash him, and finally choked out a sentence.

"Can I eat this little apple?" The little monk Wuhu retreated and blinked.

"Of course, I picked it for you specially." Yaken Toshiro made a gesture of invitation on the roof beam.

The little monk Wuhu retreated with sour and sweet stuffing in his mouth, so he became more courageous. After eating half an apple, he asked a question casually.

"Why did you pick the little apple for me?" The little monk Wuhu retreated and smashed his mouth.

"To bribe you." Yaken Toshiro replied without thinking.

"I'll hide from you for a while, don't confess me."

"You want to bribe me with just one little apple." The little monk Wuhu shrunk his mouth.

Then with a "bang--", there was a large package thrown from the hands of Yaken Toshiro on the beam on the desk.

The little monk Wuhu stepped back and opened it, and there was a big bag full of small apples.

(^O^) The five tigers retreat.

"Is a big bag of small apples enough?" Yaken Toshiro smiled.

Enough!

Quietly ate the little apple for a while, thinking about lust after food and clothing, no, the little monk Wuhu, who couldn't rest without food and clothing, spoke again.

"You really stabbed Uncle Wuxiu?" the little monk Wu Hutui asked curiously.

"Why?"

"I stabbed him, but I'm not dead yet," Yaken Toshiro said.

"I know." The little monk Wuhu nodded back.

The little monk Wuhu Tui knew early in the morning that Uncle Wuxiu was not dead, otherwise it would not have been the long-sounding alarm bell, but the intermittent death knell.

"As for why, because someone made a wish to me." Yaken Fujishiro said.

"Making a wish?" The little monk Wuhu retreated and his eyes widened.

"It's a troublesome wish, but that person is kind to me, so of course I want to help her realize this wish." Yaoken Fujishiro said.

"What is the wish?" The curious little monk Wuhu went online in minutes, with the momentum to break the casserole and ask the end.

At this moment, the little monk Wuhu retreated. I'm not afraid of Yaoken Toshiro who stabbed his uncle before.

"Who is the person who made the wish, male or female?" the little monk Wuhu asked back.

"The one who made the wish was a woman." Yaken Toshiro said, not minding the curiosity of the little monk Gohutui at all.

"As for what the wish is, I actually don't know much about it."

"Probably, it's about love and hate."

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