Zhan Zhao knelt aside, seemingly undistracted, but in fact he had a panoramic view of everything going on around him. Chu Nan's actions were naturally not hidden from his eyes. But what he wanted to do more at the moment was to destroy this underground whorehouse.

', these people who harmed women should be brought to justice, and the mother's reputation should not be tarnished in any way. Although the fourth uncle said that his mother died in childbirth when giving birth to him, he always felt that he and his mother had got along very well.

for a long time.

Ever since he was sensible, he often dreamed of a woman in white. She smiled softly, held him in her arms, and hummed a familiar song to lull him to sleep. There was a kind of warmth rippling about her body, which was strange but incomparable to him.

What he was attached to was the warmth that only a mother could give. His fourth aunt treated him very well and treated him as if he were her own child, but she could not replace his biological mother, even though he had never met her.

That dream has been with him for many years. Even though she has left, even if he can only see her in his dreams, it has become an indelible memory in his heart.

But where did Yelu Chunan's anger come from? He was three or four years younger than himself. In other words, when he was born, his mother had been dead for many years, and he couldn't recognize her at all!

Just as Zhan Zhao and Chu Nan were speculating on each other, an old voice came from behind: "Amitabha, several donors, please come this way."

Zhan Zhao and others turned their heads and saw a woman walking slowly. This woman had a beautiful appearance and refined temperament. Behind her were several people dressed as maids. She held a basket with incense and candles in her hands.

The person walking in front was the abbot of this temple.

Chu Nan and Zhan Zhao looked at each other, stood up, and stepped aside. The woman walked into the hall. When she saw them, she was stunned for a moment, then knelt down on the futon, clasped her hands together, and kowtowed three times respectfully.

He rang his head, moved his mouth, and murmured blessings.

Zhan Zhao listened silently for a while. He came from a well-known and upright family and had been practicing internal martial arts since he was a child. Although the woman's voice was low, he could hear her clearly. She just hoped that the Goddess of Mercy could bless her in this 'Hundred Flowers Competition'

If you win the first prize in one fell swoop and come out on top, you can enter the palace and become a concubine.

He shook his head gently and walked towards the door of the store. He saw the host who led several women in was staring at the woman praying on the futon, with excitement in his eyes, like a hungry wild wolf on the grassland.

Seeing the food-like excitement, the host's expression condensed as if he felt his gaze, and returned to his previous solemn and kind look.

Zhan Zhao's heart moved. If he hadn't seen everything with his own eyes last night, he might have been deceived by this kind face.

But now is not the time to take action. The bait has been set and the big fish is waiting for the bait. Thinking of this, he walked up to the host and said: "Master, I have been bothering you here for a few days. It's time for me to say goodbye. Thank you, master."

I am deeply grateful for the hospitality you have received over the past few days."

"Amitabha, there is no need to be polite to the donor. This is what a monk should do. Moreover, the name of 'Nan Xia' is famous all over the world. It is really an honor for the donor to come to the temple as a guest." The host smiled and returned the gift.

After Zhan Zhao rambled for a few more words, he left.

As soon as he left, Chu Nan and Xiao Shan left on the pretext of going to the city to visit the 'Hundred Flowers Banquet'.

The host watched them leave with a smile. As soon as they walked away, the loving smile on his face instantly turned cold. He waved to a little nun next to him and whispered a few words in her ear. The little nun nodded.

head,

He left quickly. The host then turned around and said to the woman in yellow shirt with a smile on his face: "Miss, we have arranged a place for you to stay. Please come here."

The woman in the yellow shirt smiled gracefully, nodded to him gently, and said in a soft voice, as clear and sweet as a bird's song: "Thank you, Master." After saying that, she left.

[Updated at 15:41 on January 21, 2014] Chapter 186 needs to be revised
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