I Have a Luck Altar

"I haven't seen the host for a long time. I don't know where he is now?" Chen Yuan said, his eyes fixed on the green robe monk, observing his complexion and subtle movements.

"Host."

The green-robed monk was silent for a moment, then whispered:

"The host is currently studying Buddhism, and has not left the customs for more than a year."

"Retreat."

Chen Yuan's eyes flickered:

"I don't know where to retreat? Is there no one to investigate after leaving the retreat for such a long time?"

"The host is retreating in the back mountain, and now all affairs in the temple are controlled by the uncle Jienan of the prison temple, and we have no right to intervene," the green-robed monk said softly.

"Back Mountain."

Chen Yuan murmured, but his heart skipped a beat.

No wonder he wandered around the temple for so long and didn't find anything. It turned out that there was a back mountain!

Perhaps, the real secret lies there.

"Master, may I ask where the back mountain is?"

The location of Ci'en Temple is not on the mountain, and naturally there is no back mountain. Chen Yuan thinks that "back mountain" may be just a title.

The green-robed monk said directly on his face:

"Chen Benefactor, this is a secret in my temple, please forgive the poor monk."

Chen Yuan handed over a tael of silver.

"This"

The green-robed monk had some hesitation on his face, and wanted to reach out to take the silver, but he seemed to be afraid of something.

Seeing the monk's entanglement, Chen Yuan smiled, took out another two taels of silver from his bosom and handed it over.

The green-robed monk gritted his teeth, quickly put away the money, and pointed in the direction of the main hall:

"There is a small temple next to the main hall. There is a door in the temple. When you open the door, you can see the road to the back mountain. The back mountain is the name given by the first abbot, but it is actually used to punish the monks who violated the rules in the temple, and"

"And, the closed practice place."

Chen Yuan nodded, and put one hand on his chest:

"Thank you, master, for letting me know. Chen is very grateful."

The green-robed monk lowered his head and started sweeping again:

"As long as Master Chen doesn't say that it was the poor monk who told me about Houshan, I will be grateful."

"It's natural."

Chen Yuan nodded, then turned around and took Wang Ping to go back to the main hall.

After the sight of Chen Yuan and Wang Ping completely disappeared, the green-robed monk raised his head and whispered:

"This dirty place is finally about to disappear."

When we returned to the main hall, the men, women and children who had worshiped Buddha had already left, and a new group of believers had changed. The monk who had collected money stood aside with a cold face and looked at the kneeling praying people indifferently.

There is no trace of compassion on his face.

Chen Yuan gestured with his gaze, Wang Ping nodded calmly, and walked towards the monk, while Chen Yuan remained calm and approached a small temple next to the main hall.

The door of the small temple was open, and there were no Arhats and Bodhisattvas enshrined. It didn't look like a building in a temple, but a small dilapidated house.

Chen Yuan strode in. After looking around, he set his eyes on a rag curtain, hanging on the wall very abruptly, which was out of place with the other bare ones.

"Wow."

Chen Yuan pulled back the curtain, his pupils shrank.

Presented in front of him was a winding path, blocked by a jungle. After hesitating for a moment, Chen Yuan did not choose to go in.

The blue light in the eyes flickered, and the eyes of the sky opened.

Chen Yuan frowned, and there was nothing special in his eyes, unlike the radiance of the marrow washing spirit bead that he noticed before.

"Is it too far away?"

Chen Yuan's heart skipped a beat, maybe this is the possibility.

But even so, Chen Yuan did not choose to investigate.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Chen Yuan put down the curtain. Suddenly, there was a movement in his ears, and the sound of footsteps with different heights came to his ears.

"What do you do? Why do you want to come here?"

A muffled voice came from behind.

Chen Yuan turned around calmly and said:

"Seeing a small temple here, I thought of coming to burn incense."

Turning around, what appeared in front of Chen Yuan was a somewhat fat bald monk with a ring scar on his head and a deep scar at the corner of his eye.

It looked a little sinister.

"Burn incense and go to the main hall. Pilgrims outside the temple are not allowed to enter here." The fat monk whispered.

"Thanks for letting me know."

Chen Yuan smiled, and then walked past the fat monk.

The fat monk watched Chen Yuan leave, locked the door, limped on his left leg, turned and left in one direction.

"Lame! Fatty!"

Chen Yuan's eyes were shining brightly.

It would be fine if it was somewhere else, but it happened to appear in the Temple of Mercy, which reminded Chen Yuan of the figure of the murderer he had judged from the footprints after the Liu family extermination case happened.

Finally, I found out that after searching the county for so long, I couldn't find him. It turned out that he had been hiding in the Ci'en Temple, and his identity was a monk!

There may be coincidences in the world, but it is absolutely impossible to have so many coincidences!

Based on this guess alone, Chen Yuan can conclude with 100% certainty that Ci'en Temple is the old nest of Wusheng Sect in Ping'an County!

Even if Mr. Zhang came, Chen Yuan would still be able to do business.

After discovering the cripple, Chen Yuan did not continue to stay in Ci'en Temple, but left quickly with Wang Ping, so as not to arouse the vigilance of some people.

Now is the critical moment, Chen Yuan doesn't want any more troubles!

the next day,

east of the city.

Sanhe Boxing Gym, backyard.

After discovering the strangeness of Ci'en Temple, Chen Yuan no longer pays attention to anything intentionally. He only needs to wait for that Mr. Zhang to come, and it's time to do it.

Chen Yuan didn't know how powerful the Wusheng Cult was in Ping'an County, but he definitely wasn't weak.

After all, one can imagine the strength of being able to directly control a force that has a strong Ning Gang in charge without letting outsiders notice it.

There will definitely be those who are strong in the condensed gang, but I don't know how many there are. There may be more warriors under the condensed gang. Touching it with Chen Yuan's current strength is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

He would not do such an unwise thing.

"Old Zhao, please."

Chen Yuan personally poured a cup of tea for Zhao Nanshan.

Zhao Nanshan took the tea with a smile on his face, and took a sip:

"It is a last resort to invite Mr. Chen rashly. Those guys come to me every day and every day. Don't be angry, Mr. Chen."

Chen Yuan smiled:

"Mr. Zhao's words are serious. They need the protection of this arrest, and they are also sending money for this arrest. How can they be angry?"

"In this world, who would have trouble with Yin Zi?"

The reason why I came to the Sanhe Boxing Gym today was that several powerful guys in the east of the city wanted to get acquainted with him, but they had no connections. I just heard that the Sanhe Boxing Gym was under the protection of Chen Yuan.

Zhao Nanshan was disturbed by the visits several times.

So they sent someone to the yamen to talk to Chen Yuan, and then Chen Yuan weighed it up and came.

"That's good." Zhao Nanshan pointed to the door and said:

"If that's the case, let them in?"

Chen Yuan nodded slightly, smiled at Wang Ping beside him and said:

"Open the door and let the bad wind outside blow in."