The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 153 My heart is filled with sorrow, I wish my son peace

An Ziyang waited in a house outside the Shaolin Sutra Library for a full hour, until it got dark and the sun set in the west, but he still didn't see Yongjie.

Fortunately, when it was time for dinner, Hengchang came in again and apologized to him.

"The abbot is in seclusion and cannot be away for the moment, so Master An has been waiting for a whole day. It is my Shaolin who neglected the distinguished guest."

Always reach out and lead.

"Please enjoy some vegetarian food. After dinner, I will take you to the abbot's bedroom. You will be able to see him after he comes out of seclusion tonight."

The head of the Shaolin Discipline Institute was so humble to a second-rate person like him, what else could An Ziyang say? Naturally, he nodded in agreement.

Then An Ziyang experienced it again, the feeling of visiting a temple was the same as visiting a brothel.

Hengchang took him to eat. As soon as they arrived at the dining hall, a group of monks surrounded them, some holding hands, some serving dishes, and some moving stools.

"Donor, please sit down! How are you these days, Mr. Li?"

"Donor, hey! Where is Hero Li now?"

"Donor, eat! Has Mr. Li gained some weight?"

The monks' eyes lit up. They only knew how to chant scriptures and practice martial arts, and had no idea how to please people, but they made An Ziyang suffer.

God have mercy on them, the monks from Shaolin are not like the girls in brothels who are used to welcoming and seeing off guests, so they don’t hold back when they hit them.

The man who was pulling his hand, who practiced the Dragon Claw Hand, was squeezing An Ziyang's hand so hard that arrows were about to come out of his sleeves.

And there was that pungent masculine smell... An Ziyang felt like he was suffocating.

"Everyone! Everyone!"

He was like a little white rabbit surrounded by wolves, shouting weakly.

"I'm just delivering a message for Mr. Li. We just met by chance and I don't know his current situation or where he is. Please stop for a moment!"

Hearing him shout like this, Hengchang also spoke.

"Go back!"

These dozens of monks retreated reluctantly, but did not want to leave. They just stared at An Ziyang with wide eyes.

An Ziyang sighed.

If dozens of girls looked at him like this, he would be extremely happy. But these monks, with arms as thick as the beams of a house, ribbed muscles, and rock-like chest muscles, could almost crush him to death in their arms.

Being stared at like this by this group of ruffians... An Ziyang just felt his scalp tingling.

"Masters, I just separated from Master Li a few days ago. He is doing well. I don't know too much else. Masters, let me have a meal."

An Ziyang felt a little aggrieved.

The monks then left, leaving only Hengchang, who came to sit down and eat with him.

"Master Hengchang, what is the connection between Master Li and Shaolin?"

An Ziyang asked.

After Li Miao left Shaolin, he started killing people everywhere without stopping. Xing Chi's funeral also took several days. The martial artists who were present that day just left yesterday, so An Ziyang did not receive any news about what Li Miao did when Xing Chi passed away.

Heng Chang said calmly.

"Master Li has done a great favor to my Shaolin. The news will spread in the martial arts world in a few days, so I don't need to say more. The disciples did not practice enough, and their words and deeds were a bit out of line. I am sorry to make Master An laugh."

"I don't need to say thank you for your kindness. I, Shaolin, will go through fire and water without hesitation."

When a monk says this, you can imagine how much weight this carries.

After An Ziyang finished his meal, Hengchang took him to a small courtyard.

It was the small courtyard where Li Miao saw Xing Chi that day when he came to Shaolin.

As soon as he entered the door, An Ziyang saw a little girl sitting on a stone table under a tree, writing and drawing on paper with a brush.

"!?"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Heng Chang.

"Master Hengchang, there are… other guests in the courtyard? Whose daughter is this?"

Hengchang shook his head.

"It's the host's daughter."

"!!!?"

Oh my god! Whether someone is in charge or not, the Shaolin abbot gave birth to a child!

In an instant, countless obscene jokes such as "the monk can touch me but I can't", "the bamboo shoots enter the buttocks", "the monk jumps over the wall" and so on came to An Ziyang's mind, and he felt that he might not be able to leave this time.

After meeting the daughter of the Shaolin abbot, you still want to leave?
Heng Chang, however, didn't care at all. He just led An Ziyang into the courtyard and sat him down. He turned around and told the little girl, "Ling'er, this is Mr. Li's friend, he's here to look for the host. Go get some fruit."

"Hey!"

The little girl responded crisply, then ran to the side room.

Hengchang apologized to An Ziyang and left, leaving An Ziyang alone in a daze.

After a while, the little girl came back skipping and put the fruit on the table.

"Brother, eat!"

The little girl shouted, then sat on the chair, put her two little hands under her chin, leaned on the table, and stared at An Ziyang eagerly.

An Ziyang laughed dryly: "You eat, I'm not hungry."

The little girl then picked up the fruit, hesitated for a moment, picked up one and put it in front of An Ziyang.

Eat one, put one away, half for each, no cheating required.

An Ziyang thought for a while, then turned to ask the little girl.

"Sister, are you Ling'er?"

"Ok!"

"Is your father the Shaolin abbot?"

"It was only after Grandpa Xingchi passed away."

"Oh...where's your mother?"

"died."

Every question I asked was answered with a vengeance. That was the end of our conversation for the day.

No matter how much An Ziyang wanted to get some information out of her, it was not worth it to ask a little girl about her sad story. He could only sit there and wait for Yongjie to come.

This wait lasted another hour and a half.

"Sister Ling'er, look!"

An Ziyang clenched his fist, then opened it, and a lifelike metal flower emerged from his hand.

"Brother An is so awesome!"

The little girl clapped her hands, her eyes shining, and looked at An Ziyang with admiration.

It can only be said that she was raised in a Buddhist temple since she was a child, so how could she resist the coaxing of a playboy like An Ziyang. In terms of the means of pleasing women, An Ziyang is the ancestor of Shaolin. In just an hour and a half, the two of them became familiar with each other and started to call each other affectionately.

The little girl was laughing and suddenly yawned.

"Brother An, I'm sleepy."

After saying that, she jumped into An Ziyang's arms, leaned against his chest, closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

An Ziyang hugged her, feeling a little overwhelmed at first. He was familiar with flirting with prostitutes, but now he felt a little flustered.

Then he chuckled softly, patted Ling'er's back gently, and started singing.

He also lost his mother at a young age and depended on his father for everything, and his situation was similar to that of the little girl. At this moment, he couldn't help but sing the song that his mother used to sing to put him to sleep when he was a child.

"My son is crying, he can't sleep late at night."

"In the arms of a loving mother, my heart is soothed."

"May my son sleep peacefully and never wake up from his dream."

"As the mother's arms rock gently, the child's heart gradually calms down."

"My heart is filled with longing, I wish my child peace and happiness..."

An Ziyang rocked gently, Ling'er snored softly, and the moonlight in the courtyard flowed in from the window like water.

Yongjie walked into the house, stopped suddenly, looked up and down at An Ziyang with his tiger eyes, and frowned tightly.

Suddenly, he felt a little annoyed with this boy.

(End of this chapter)