Xiao Man followed Ma Fuxiang along a narrow path up the mountain, this mountain road is very remote, if it weren't for Ma Fuxiang leading the way, ordinary people wouldn't be able to find it. He said that he had stepped down the mountain every day. Ma Fuxiang doesn't look eighty years old, but his body is tough, he still maintains the rhythm of life when he was young, insists on going up and down the mountain twice a day, and he is taking care of the huge Galazi Mountain alone.

He chatted with Xiao Man a lot along the way, but Xiao Man didn't think that he seemed to be the rumored book to be extremely vicious, talking and chatting was normal, and he couldn't tell that he was the head of the bandits before. But the old man's hard kung fu is not said, I'm afraid that there will be no second one in the world who can have his kung fu.

The clouds and mist on Galazi Mountain, through the clouds, a small temple can be faintly seen in front, the small temple is antique, blue bricks and blue tiles, the front and back of the house are cleaned up by Ma Fuxiang very neatly.

Pushing open the temple door, Ma Fuxiang pointed to the only temple hall inside and said, the girl can go to worship the Bodhisattva first, the old monk got a body of blood, it is inconvenient for the Buddha, wait for me to change into clean clothes, and then talk to you in detail. With that, he walked alone into a simple hut that he had built out of wood behind the temple.

This Guanyin Temple don't look at how many years no one has come to worship, but the incense has not been broken, Ma Fuxiang lives alone in the temple, guarding the green lantern ancient Buddha to live, the fruit in the temple is the wild fruit he picked back from the mountain, the incense burner is still burning a few sticks of incense, bubbling with the aroma of Ranran. Xiao Man looked up at the kind Bodhisattva, quickly knelt respectfully on the futon, and then took out the prepared offerings, kowtowed and burned incense.

This Bodhisattva statue is plated with a layer of gold, this barren mountain and wilderness, I don't know where Ma Fuxiang got it, so much is worth a lot of money, he has this money and doesn't have to give the Bodhisattva a gold plated, it seems that he is sincere enough.

"Amitabha, when the teacher sent me back to Ji Province to live in seclusion, he just wanted the Bodhisattva's compassionate heart and Buddha thoughts to influence me, and the old monk's killing thoughts were too heavy! I have killed countless people in this life, but the old monk has never regretted it, I killed the people who should be killed, this Buddhist scripture has seen a lot of old monks in a lifetime, but I don't think so, if the old monk does not kill those people, just like the water ghost he just met, he has a demon in his heart, can not be tempered, let him go, there is no doubt that more people will be harmed in the future! Ma Fuxiang changed into a monk's robe, with Buddhist beads around his neck, and walked in with his hands folded and said.

"Master's good opinion, it is precisely this truth, if all the wicked people in the world are dead, the world will be quiet." Chang Xiaoman put the three sticks of incense in the incense burner, stood up and turned back to him and said.

"Girl, your grandfather is my old friend, the old monk has no descendants in his life, and his descendants are my descendants, let's say, did your grandmother leave a last word before her death, and wanted you to take the treasure away?" Although Ma Fuxiang lives in seclusion in this small temple all the year round, he is an old-timer on the rivers and lakes after all, and his eyes are poisonous! Even if she didn't say it, people probably guessed her intention.

"The younger generation only knows that the ancestors of the family occasionally got a treasure, and later the grandfather was afraid that this treasure would be taken away by the little devil and stored it with a friend, and the grandmother did not say this before her death." Chang Xiaoman's head was not given for nothing, and he reached out to others to ask for it as soon as he entered the door? This is a bit inappropriate and easy to attract suspicion.

"Wang Zunbi is in the hands of the old monk, and it is reasonable for you to take it away this time, after all, this thing is your grandfather's thing, but girl, if you want to take it away, you had better be mentally prepared, maybe it is not a good thing to put this thing on you, do you know the origin of this treasure?" Ma Fuxiang asked as he stood aside.

"Please also ask the master to make it clear that the younger generation is dull."

Ma Fuxiang said that this thing is a yin and a yang two pieces, this piece in my hand is the yang wall, as far as I know, the little devil took away the yin wall, the two pieces of jade together is a complete Wang Zun wall, this Wang Zun wall hides a big secret, I am afraid that this thing will set off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes in the present world, I don't know how many people want to die for it!

"Grandma told me a lot of interesting stories when she was young, several of them mentioned the cat city Lingzhou, big things, whether this thing is related to the cat city, there is a picture album at home, the picture album is painted with the appearance of this Wang Zun wall, I saw a cute cat carved on this jade bi, the cat has one eye open and one eye closed, this cat is full of aura, it must be the legendary Elvis King of Lingzhou, right?" Xiao Man continued to test his tone.

Ma Fuxiang coughed twice, he said that your grandfather didn't explain this secret to me, he only told me that this thing must not fall into the hands of the Jianghu people again, if someone takes it, I can destroy it! "Most of the stories of Lingzhou City are false, not enough to believe, the old monk knows, there is a cat fairy temple in Lingzhou City, the cat fairy enshrined in the ancestral hall looks very similar to the cat on the wall of Wang Zun, it is expected that there should be a connection between them. However, the cat fairy temple was built in the Tang Dynasty, and the cat fairy statue only appeared after the Song Dynasty, and I don't want to speculate about the connection between them. ”

Xiao Man was afraid of revealing his stuffing, so he hurriedly brought the words back. "Master, you said, did our Ma family move from Lingzhou to Kanto countless generations ago? Why did my grandfather have this thing? ”

"Oh, you can rest assured about this, your grandfather is the same as me, he is the descendant of the Ma Jia clan in the Eight Banners in the early Qing Dynasty in the earliest days of the Great Qing Dynasty in the Kanto region, and we are the children of the Eight Banners."

The two chatted a few more words, and Xiao Man found that Ma Fuxiang was very talkative, and he was not the kind of rude person in his words, and he even knew the current disputes in the rivers and lakes very well. even knows how old his senior brother Dong Sanli is now, what is the unparalleled temperament of the young master, and what is the biggest flaw in his body. The two talked about the north and the south, and they chatted until the afternoon.

"It's really fate to be able to talk to the master for so long, it's not too early, since the younger generation has understood grandma's last wish before her death, then don't stay longer to disturb the master's cultivation, farewell! Leave! Chang Xiaoman clasped his hands together and slowly retreated.

Before he could take a few steps, Ma Fuxiang suddenly stopped her in a loud voice. "The girl is slow, the old monk has a word, and I hope the girl will keep it in mind. The bitter sea turned back to the shore and warned the man not to worry about this thing, not only could it not bring him wealth, but it would cause him to be killed! Ma Fuxiang came to such a sentence without yin or yang. Could it be that he saw through Chang Xiaoman's identity?

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