In the early morning, the rain no longer fell, and the collapsed palace was scattering with smoke. Jin Jiu had done morning exercises. When the golden light came from the east, he turned his head slightly, and there was in his vision.

Horse hooves headed down the mountain.

In the golden light, the people from the six doors had already left. Perhaps he was ordered by the Lord to do something again. He thought about this for a while, took out his clothes and wiped his sweat, and then walked back.

When passing by the Heavenly King Hall, people around were busy cleaning up the ruins. A monk was on guard in the corner. When he saw Jin Jiu coming, he nodded slightly, as a salute.

In the yard of the backyard, many Jinyiwei were sorting out some Buddhist scriptures and ancient martial arts books. Someone was supervising them there, so he walked over.

"Zheng Biao, why is the supervisor going to go?"

The tall figure from there looked at Jin Jiu who was coming over and nodded calmly.

"At dawn, the Supervisor received a message from Lin Chong and others, and it was suspected that the trace of his wife was revealed. However, the letter was not confirmed. The Supervisor immediately asked us to pack the martial arts books for Shaolin tribute first and prepare to leave and go directly to Xiangzhou."

"I haven't confirmed that Teacher Lin and the others have been looking for it for so long. By the way, I just saw Gu Mi and the others leaving first. Is it related to the wife?"

"no."

Zheng Biao glanced at him, and the Yin-Yang fish on his eyebrows frowned, "Cao Qianhu made a fuss, violated the taboo of the governor, and was punished. Gu Mi took over and investigated the whereabouts of Huang Lan and his gang."

"Punishment?" The other side also frowned.

In the busy courtyard, figures came and went, and a large number of martial arts books were loading into wooden boxes one by one. Speaking of Cao Shaoqing being punished, Zheng Biao crossed his thick arms, raised his chin slightly, and showed a sneer, "The Supervisor has given them their rights for too long, and they all became a little confused about the southeast, west and north. Do you dare to violate the rules of the orders of those who violated the orders? Do you really care if the Supervisor doesn't care?"

Looking at the tall and powerful man in front of him, Jin Jiu was a little careful for the first time at this moment. This guy seemed to be more delicate than ordinary people, and he was slightly surprised.

While the two were talking, a figure stepped in from outside and almost trotted to the two of them. It seemed that they had no intention of stopping. Jin Jiu and Zheng Biao bowed: "What is Eunuch Gao doing?"

"Where is the Lord?" Gao Muen, panting, stopped and took a breath.

Zheng Biao tilted his head, raised his head, and pointed in a direction, "But the Shaolin host came here again this morning. He should be still talking now. There is nothing important, so don't bother me. The supervisor doesn't seem to be very happy."

"ah"

In Gao Muen's sight, he saw the limping Cao Shaoqing coming out of the room with a sword in his arms.

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In the wing room.

Shortly after the punished person went out, the old monk who was sitting upright with Buddhist beads opened his eyes, "Are the admiral too impatient at this time? Is it too tyrannical to the people under his command?"

"This is the business of our Dongchang." Bai Ning sat next to the couch, looked at the page left by the passing Zhixin in his hand, and said casually, focusing on the content of the handwriting.

The content of the paper roughly tells the story of Zhixin lurking in Shaolin. It turns out that his common name is Li Qian, who is from Jingnan. He entered Shaolin in his twenties for thirty years. During this period, his adopted father paved the way for him step by step, created various opportunities to become famous martial arts and save the dangerous Shaolin, and eventually became the head of the Dharma Academy. During these thirty years, he kept stealing secrets of Shaolin martial arts, from rough fists to advanced martial arts, and secretly gave them to the other party.

However, in these years, from an ambitious young man to an old man who worships Buddhism, gradually giving up the past and doing the last thing for the adoptive father who taught him martial arts and raised him, he felt that he had no worries in his heart.

It's time to pay it back, and it's over.

Bai Ning did not feel much emotion about telling his past like this because of the other party's death. The result at this time is the cause sown that day. Isn't everything blamed?

However, on paper, the adoptive father mentioned, plus the young man named Huang Lan, was basically clear that he was the last released by the system, the eunuch of the previous dynasty. Otherwise, he would have called the adoptive father in his wise experience, and he should have reached the age of 100. Taking the body of Damo may have the same purpose as himself.

"Our family wants to see if the eunuch in the previous dynasty was really powerful. Is a centenarian who also wants to experience the feeling of being a complete person?"

The paper was then placed on the table, and the words of the abbot Zhihui continued, "Mr. Admiral, only by relieving the resentment in your heart can you calm down. You should pay more attention to the Buddha and meditate in the Buddhist temple."

"Real Buddha?"

Bai Ning looked him up and down, then walked out, "The Buddha is not the god of China. The Buddha cannot save this vast China. How can I bless my people's life and death? Is it impossible for me to straighten my back and regulate Buddha? Is it just to let our family be as angry and resentful as you, just be a wooden man with lowered eyebrows and obedient eyes?"

The door opened, looking at the people coming and going, smiling and cold eyes, Bai Ning shook his head, and the sound came again when he stepped out of the room.

"Zhihui, we have also given the time we should give. Wherever Shaolin goes, it all depends on your thoughts."

Zhihui sat for a moment, and when she turned her head, her back was already facing the courtyard

The morning light shone. Bai Ning saw the three people whispering to each other in the courtyard. The books around him were automatically moved away. When he approached the past, the voice of the other side stopped and bowed to him.

The little eunuch wanted to speak but stopped.

His eyes turned to Gao Muen: "You have something to do?"

"Yes, the governor." Gao Muen was still afraid of being punished and said hesitantly: "Just just saw the leader of Dongfang going down the mountain outside. She said she said that things must be saved and they must be retrieved."

"Well, don't worry about her." Bai Ning looked at the sun rising into the sky, and it was a little bright.

"I want to go back to find my wife"

After a moment, he said this, flicked his sleeves and turned around and left: "Xiao Ping'er should have her own world, and she is not small anymore. Things like willfulness will soon be worn out. One day, she will fly very high and we should leave."
Chapter completed!