Chu Zhi arrived in this town on the eve of the Zen reconstruction ceremony.
At that time, Xie Zhiwei had just finished picking out clothes for Tantai Meng, when he heard the sound of messy footsteps going upstairs, it seemed that there were quite a lot of people.
Then he saw a group of people in Yujing Daozong costumes pouring into the aisle. Two young disciples next to him held a volley and a thunderbolt. Chu knew that they were walking in front of them with their heads held high. windy.
Xie Zhiwei took a step back towards the threshold to make way for them.
It seems that Cheese's pretentious skills have grown in recent years, and the majesty and prestige that comes out has almost become the facade of Taoism.
In the past, Daozong had any reciprocity and courtesy, and it was usually done for nothing. Now that Chu Zhi is acting on his behalf, and the male lead is making his final appearance, the life of the Bai family father and son is getting more and more difficult.
Chu Zhi boldly walked in front of the open door, and saw a person behind the door with his face tightly covered, with only a slit in his eye, and he happened to cast two gazes on himself. He couldn't help but pause, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's the matter?"
Xie Zhiwei's blatant "peeping" was discovered, so he didn't panic, cleared his throat, and lowered his voice very loudly: "Oh, just to remind you, there are a lot of mosquitoes tonight, pay attention to light some incense or something."
"Oh, thanks."
Chu Zhi looked at him like a fool for a moment, then walked forward.
The disciples dutifully guarded the corridor until the door of the room they knew was closed, and finally changed to a more relaxed standing posture. One of them saw Xie Zhiwei still standing there, and said, "I can't see that my brother is a cultivator."
Xie Zhiwei suppressed his spiritual power, and ordinary people can't see it, but he was a little surprised when this little disciple stamped his conclusion: "How can you see it?"
This disciple was very proud: "Even if you just touched the edge of the cultivation world, you wouldn't be unaware that that was my master just now, the Lord of Qianyang City of Yujing Dao Sect, Chu Zhi, who is actually afraid of mosquitoes?"
Xie Zhiwei made a sudden realization: "So that's the case, I've been taught."
The half-la corridor at the east end was covered by Daozong, and the candles were brightly lit. Xie Zhiwei was very distressed, the original owner was reluctant to wear a new dress in Daozong, these prodigals.
He was a little puzzled: "The Zen sect only destroyed the Daxiong Palace, but the other buildings are in good condition. Why didn't Master Chu live there, and this town is polluted by the world?"
The disciple curled his lips and said with disdain: "Is there any way, the person my master doesn't want to see has already moved in first."
Although the other disciples didn't speak, their expressions were similar.
There are many people in Qianyang City, and they have never bowed their heads to anyone. Usually, if Chu Zhi doesn't like someone, no matter who comes first, the person who makes room to move out must be the other party...
Xie Zhiwei couldn't help asking: "Where is this thing he doesn't want to see?"
"Holy? Hmph, it's just a white-eyed wolf who was taken in by the Taoist sect at that time."
Xie Zhiwei was taken aback: "Mu Yu?"
The disciple was not afraid of being heard, so he said it quite loudly: "Isn't it? The Second Martial Uncle treated him so well, but he has been so successful all the way, and he never came to visit the Second Martial Uncle's grave in four years."
The other one next to him followed: "It's a good thing he doesn't show his face outside often these years. If he meets our master, he will have broken his appearance a long time ago."
"Maybe he is afraid to come out because he is afraid of meeting our master."
"Brother, what you said is very good."
A few disciples whispered to each other, as if no one was there, they almost moved a small bench to eat melon seeds.
Chu Zhi didn't care about the atmosphere like this, it was obviously conniving.
Xie Zhiwei sighed, closed the door and entered the house.
This time he died, instead of improving the relationship between Cheese and the hero, it became even more rigid.
With a big head, for Mao Yuan's male lead's harem and followers, either passers-by or enemies, only Yin Wushuang can be rescued.
No, how can such an unpleasant character be compared with the heroine
We still need to focus on rescuing Mengmeng.
Xie Zhiwei yawned secretly, huddled in the corner and closed his eyes to rest.
Du Sheng survived a catastrophe, and now he has become the boss of the Zen sect. At this time, surrounded by people from all walks of life, he seems to be the most popular place in the audience.
The ceremony was about to begin, and people returned to their seats one after another. Du Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
A pair of papers full of handwriting was hung on the front wall of the hall by several monks.
Xie Zhi squinted his eyes and looked at it, feeling very familiar.
It happened that Tantai Meng brought tea and asked Du Sheng: "Master, although the "Diamond Sutra" handwritten by Master Xie is very precious, after all, it only has the first half. Why did the master hang it up?"
Du Sheng blinked his dry eyelids, took the tea, "Being a teacher makes sense."
Xie Zhiwei thought to himself, this old monk is playing tricks, don't want to auction off my brother's words.
Du Sheng took a sip of the strong tea, and said apologetically to Chu Zhi who had been hanging aside for a long time: "City Lord Chu, the hospitality is not good."
"That's out of the question. The Zen sect has suffered such a calamity, the master has been working hard for days, and Chu is afraid of causing trouble for you."
"Where is it?" Du Sheng sighed slightly: "At the beginning, the disaster of Dao Sect fell on Zen Sect, and I don't know where it will be. It's a pity that Master Xie has already gone west, and there is no one to punish the Demon Sect for a while."
Chu Zhi's face suddenly became solemn: "In time, Chu will definitely eradicate it on behalf of the senior brother."
There seemed to be a chuckle coming from somewhere.
Chu Zhi paused, and the teacup made a loud sound when it was placed on the table.
All eyes were on the front of the main hall.
A man in white appeared there, followed by a flowery girl, and a group of attendants who seemed to have extraordinary skills.
With the support of Tantai Meng, Du Sheng stood up slowly, clasped his hands together: "Hello, my son."
Xie Zhiwei sat up in a jerk, full of energy, and almost collapsed after mustering up the courage all night.
He moved into the crowd, pulled up the veil almost to the eyelids, and looked furtively.
Then he couldn't take his eyes off.
Mu Ku has really grown up.
He is a lot taller than four years ago, and his facial features are fully developed. The whole person is melancholy, handsome, and has a dusty temperament, which has coincided with the final form described in the original book. He didn't make a sound yet, just stood there with his eyelids half down, as if the people in the whole hall were turned into a group of turbid objects.
For this face that is exactly the same as that of his deadly opponent He Zheng, he should have hated it deeply. But today is not what it used to be. After all, we got along day and night, and we were real and fake dads for a while. Seeing the child grow up so big, Xie Zhiwei couldn't tell what he felt at this moment.
Everyone sees Mu Yu as nothing more than jealousy or admiration for his identity and appearance, but only he, Xie Zhiwei, knows that what is hidden under the white lotus-like skin of the male lead is a heart that is so dark.
After all, I can't go back.
"Master Dusheng, it's been a long time." Mu Ku returned with a salute, his demeanor was just right.
A little girl from a sect at the side finally broke out of the petrified state, and whispered: "My God... it's all thanks to him doing this, otherwise I would have thought he came down from the painting."
Xie Zhiwei couldn't help but praise the other party's aesthetic ability.
Looking at Tantai Meng again, he suddenly had black lines on his head. This girl was actually slumped by Du Sheng who was seated.
Yin Wushuang raised his head and said to Mu Yu, "Brother Mu Yu, shall we sit there?"
"I still have something to do, you take the princess there first."
"Yes, son."
The front of the main hall was empty, and Mu Yu stood there against the light, a lonely shadow was stretched very long. He raised his eyes to look at a place, the expression on his face didn't change much, and one hand was clenched tightly under the sleeve first.
Xie Zhiwei looked there, and found that he was staring at the half of the "Diamond Sutra" hanging on the wall.
Under everyone's attention, Mu He walked over, picked up the pen that was going to be inscribed at the ceremony, dipped it in ink, and swayed it on the paper.
This move was a bit inexplicable, and everyone was silent for a while.
Until Chu Zhi stood up from his seat with a sullen expression, and said three words to the back of the bent over scribbling: "Pretend to be pitiful."
Yin Wushuang was unhappy, and stood up too: "Hey, who are you saying is pretending to be pitiful!"
Her voice was crisp, with some childlike voice, and it was very loud and clear in the whole hall.
Chu Zhi raised his eyebrows and saw that it was a little girl, so he couldn't help laughing: "I need a little girl to help me speak, I'm not pretending, it seems really pitiful."
Yin Wushuang widened his eyes, pointed at him and said loudly: "You... this princess will help brother Mu Yu, an old Taoist priest like you, old man, no one cares about it!"
Chu Zhi had already sat down again, and his eyebrows were raised even higher when he heard this.
There was a burst of uncontrollable low laughter all around.
Xie Zhiwei also held back very hard.
Although ages are floating clouds in the realm of comprehension, Chu Zhi is almost a hundred years old. Although she has good looks, it's somewhat ridiculous to be accused by a yellow-haired girl like Yin Wushuang.
Chu Zhi drank his tea calmly with his head down, and didn't retort any more. But the slightly undulating chest was still exposed, and he was more concerned.
Brother Cheese, it will be very hard for you to save face too much, after all, the other party is the male protagonist...
Xie Zhi shook his head secretly, then went to look at Mu He, and suddenly found a very miraculous detail.
Mu Yu is actually holding the pen with his left hand, and he writes super smooth.
He remembered... The original book didn't seem to specifically mention whether the hero is left-handed or not
The ceremony started, and Mu He didn't intend to stop writing. He still wrote seriously and focused, as if he was in an empty study room.
But if he really likes to write, there is no need to settle for a mere ceremony.
With his current strength, there is nothing to worry about.
The ceremony next to it was carried out in an orderly manner, and some people still glanced at him curiously, but no one dared to blatantly go over to see what he wrote.
Xie Zhiwei watched from the sidelines, thinking that this is actually not bad. The male protagonist rises up, and he assists incognito by the side. On the one hand, he maintains a sense of presence, and on the other hand, he can also curve to save the country.
As the ceremony came to an end, Mu Yu finally stopped writing.
Yin Wushuang just walked over and asked while looking at the paper full of words: "Brother Mu Yu, you have been standing and writing for a long time, aren't you tired... eh?"
This "hey" made Xie Zhiwei curious for a moment. He really wanted to know why Mu Yu was so focused on writing.
With the support of Tantai Meng, Du Sheng came over, nodded and said: "Amitabha, my son has a heart."
Xie Zhiwei scratched a cat's paw in his heart.
A few monks ran over and hung up the paper carefully written by Mu Yu. The position was right next to the upper "Diamond Sutra", and the handwriting was extremely clear under the sunlight that came in.
Then everyone was stunned, including Chu Zhishi, Du Sheng, and even Xie Zhiwei.
The unfinished second half of the "Diamond Sutra" was imposingly copied on the paper, stroke by stroke, with utmost vigor.
Of course, these alone are not enough to shock everyone.
It's because the handwriting in the lower part is exactly the same as the handwriting in the upper part of Xie Zhiwei's handwriting.