In addition to the six famous adopted sons guarding him, Mu Qingen also has a group of twenty-four dead soldiers who have been with him for a long time, and is well-known to everyone, and is so amazing that it is said to be.

It is rumored that these twenty-four dead soldiers used the twenty-four evil spirits, chariots, ghosts, liangs, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, harp, har

Although these twenty-four dead soldiers are extremely mysterious and their identities are unknown to outsiders, it is obvious that Mu Qiuhuang is not among them, so he naturally knows the true identity of the black-clothed swordsman. The black-clothed swordsman is the leader among the twenty-four dead soldiers.

Mu Qiuhuang had previously suspected the real owner of Liujinghe, but she never expected that the real owner of Liujinghe was actually Beiyu Hou Mansion.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is reasonable. The number of Beiyu Guang's army is as high as 300,000, not to mention that there are 100,000 cavalry among them. The marquis' mansion also raises countless death-stricken disciples. Behind all this, powerful financial power is naturally needed. Although Yunmu Shangshang is rich, who can compare with Liujinghe in terms of ability to make money? Don't forget that Mu Qiuhuang spent 100,000 gold to buy Liujinghe for three days.

The role of Liujing River is obviously not just about making money, but more about obtaining information. The brothel has been a gathering place for dignitaries and nobles since ancient times, and Liujing River is even more famous. It can be seen from the fact that Marquis of Haihun was able to stay here for half a month. The information comes with the flow of people... This is also why all the traces of Yanzu are under the control of Mu Qingen.

Now that Yan Zu has changed to Huang Ling, Mu Qiuhuang naturally doesn't want to expose them to the sun anymore, so he lets Jesus transfer Huang Ling all out of Yunzhou City...

Although Mu Qiuhuang could figure it out, she couldn't help but tease herself: "The mansion of the Marquis of the Palace of the North Yu was actually a brothel. This is really a bit fucking unprotected..."

But even though that is the case, Mu Qiuhuang was thinking about whether Huang Ling could learn from her experience. Fortunately, she would be able to copy the other princes’ fiefs in the future.

"Young Master, are you back?" Guan Yulou suddenly greeted, disrupting Mu Qiuhuang's thoughts.

However, Mu Qiuhuang was not angry, but joked at Guan Yulou: "Why, I didn't meet you when I first came in? You didn't see you in the past two days, but you looked much haggard. It seems that you have worked hard to plow in bed these days!"

Although Mu Qiuhuang was often in the military camp and had no too many friends of the same age, it does not mean that he did not understand these people of the same age. On the contrary, all young talents who could be named in the Jiucheng of Beiyu or the second-generation ancestors with wealthy families, Mu Qiuhuang knew that Mu Qiuhuang had some understanding of his personality and preferences... The reason why he summoned this Guan Yulou before was because Guan Yulou was indeed well versed in his knowledge, and on the other hand, Mu Qiuhuang knew that although this Guan Yulou seemed to be a playboy, it was actually a business talent. One-third of the wealth of Muzhou City was related to the industries opened by Guan Yulou itself, so he had the intention of attracting him.

Sure enough, when Guan Yulou saw Mu Qiuhuang talking to him in such a tone, he also became more intimate with Mu Qiuhuang, and said with a lewd look on his face: "Yulou is ashamed of being as fierce as the young master..."

The two of them said this and their relationship became intimate without realizing it.

"Okay, I have something to do. I wish Brother Yulou can fight to the end and conquer all directions tonight..."

Mu Qiuhuang sent Guan Yulou away and came straight to Wuxin's place.

"Is the donor back?" Wu Xin called out to Mu Qiuhuang, looking like a master.

It seems that Wuxin had just eaten vegetarian food and had already taken a shower. At this time, he had already taken off the gray monk's robe and changed into a pure white monk's robe. Although Wuxin was very young, his every move was faintly filled with a sense of a master.

Mu Qiuhuang didn't hesitate to pull over the chair casually, sat up carelessly, smiled slightly and joked at Wuxin: "I thought the bag you carried by you should be treasures like Buddhist scriptures, but I didn't expect it to be clothes. This is really unexpected!"

"Amitabha, the donor laughed." Wu Xin said calmly in a tone.

Seeing Wuxin's appearance, Mu Qiuhuang also lost her interest in making fun of it and asked casually: "Little Monk, what level is you in now?"

Although Wu Xin didn't know why Mu Qiuhuang suddenly asked this question, he answered seriously: "The little monk is above the eighth rank, and the ninth rank is not full."

"It seems that the rumors are true. You are indeed initiated by the Buddhist master Jin Guang?" Mu Qiuhuang confirmed his conjecture.

Wuxin looked puzzled and said, "The little monk has many confusions in his heart. I wonder if the donor can solve the little monk's doubts?"

Mu Qiuhuang smiled slightly and nodded and said, "Let me talk first. After all, you will be a scholar for ten years for me next time, which is considered a half-close person. If I can tell you, I will naturally know everything and say everything. But if I encounter something I can't say, then I have to keep silent."

"Thank you for your honesty."

Wuxin thanked Mu Qiuhuang, and then asked, "Why did the donor confirm that I was a Buddhist son of Futu Temple for the first time when he met? Why did he know a lot about my Buddhist secrets?"

"I guess."

Mu Qiuhuang smiled slightly and explained, "Actually, when I saw you for the first time, I was not sure that you were the Buddhist son of Futu Temple. It was just that when you avoided the madam touched you, I noticed your body skills. The body skills were too fast. Even in my heyday, I was several years older than you. I had to meet famous teachers since I was young and I was even more diligent in my practice. Before my Qihai was abolished, I thought I was invincible among my peers... So, if you practice normally, you cannot be better than me? Then one reason left is that your cultivation is not your own, and you are dressed in a monk. I happened to know that there is a inheritance in Futu Temple, that is, once you are confirmed as a Buddhist son, there will be masters who will give him the golden light to initiate his cultivation... So I cheated you."

"Amitabha, the donor is far more intelligent than ordinary people."

Wuxin then asked, "Then why does the donor know a lot about my Buddhist secrets?"

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Wu Xin's curious look and felt relieved, but knew that she could never tell him the real reason, so she shook her head and said, "Sorry, I can't tell this reason."

Although Wu Xin was a little disappointed, he had a question with Mu Qiuhuang before, so he did not force it.

The reason why Mu Qiuhuang knew a lot about the Buddhist secret Xin was that among the disciples raised by Mu Qingen, there was an abandoned disciple from Futu Temple. This abandoned disciple was originally a monk guarding the Sutra Pavilion in Futu Temple. Later, because the Sutra Pavilion was stolen, he lost several important scriptures. However, this monk guarding the Sutra Pavilion was wrongly accused of being robbed by himself. The monk guarding the Sutra was rebelled from Futu Temple for a while... Of course, this story was what the Sutra Pavilion monk himself said, and there was nowhere to be distinguished. In short, in order to avoid the pursuit of Futu Temple, the monk Shujing had no choice but to change the ward to join the Beiyu Marquis Mansion. As the exchange condition for the marquis's mansion to take him in, he needed to offer all the information he knew about Futu Temple.

After Mu Qiuhuang's Qihai was abolished, he stayed in the Marquis's Bookstore for several months, and the books in the pavilion were almost read. Mu Qiuhuang had another advantage that he could not forget them all.

"The donor made a bet with the monk

Keeping the little monk by your side, I wonder what arrangements the donor is going to make for the little monk?” Wu Xin asked.

Mu Qiuhuang stared at Wuxin and asked seriously: "I once read an ancient book that your Buddhist scripture has an ancient sutra "Nirvana Sutra". I wonder if it is true or false?"

"Does the donor want to use the Nirvana Sutra to repair the Qi Sea?" Wuxin asked.

"Yes, if there is such a scripture in Buddhism, please lend me a reading, and it will be rewarded afterwards." Mu Qiuhuang stared at Wuxin's eyes and quietly waited for his answer. It was related to whether he could repair the sea of ​​qi, so Mu Qiuhuang seemed extremely nervous.

"Amitabha, monks do not lie! When the young monk received the golden light empowerment, he vaguely saw some records about the Nirvana Sutra in his mind, but this sutra has been lost for nearly a hundred years. If it weren't for the loss of this book, the Buddhist children would take it as their responsibility to save all sentient beings... They should offer the ancient sutra with both hands and help the young master." Wuxin said without regret.

Mu Qiuhuang looked disappointed when she heard this. He had just looked at Wuxin's eyes and confirmed that everything Wuxin said was true. It was precisely because everything Wuxin said was true that Mu Qiuhuang was extremely disappointed.

Even Mu Qiuhuang hoped to lie without intention, because if this was the case, it would prove that there was such an ancient scripture in Futu Temple. As long as the scriptures were determined, the 300,000 troops in Beiyu were employed. Even if the scriptures were in the Dayou Palace, Mu Qiuhuang believed that his father would dare to ask for it for himself.

But Wuxin didn't lie, so Mu Qiuhuang was full of loss.

Mu Qiuhuang's Qihai was destroyed. It seems that Mu Qiuhuang has already accepted reality, but in fact, only Mu Qiuhuang knows how eager he is to return to normal?

That's why Mu Qiuhuang sent people to pay attention to Gu Chenyuan's news. On the one hand, he really cares about Gu Chenyuan's safety, and on the other hand, he has great hope for Gu Chenyuan's retribution, hoping that Gu Chenyuan can restore his qi sea... I accidentally discovered records about Nirvana Sutra in an ancient book. Mu Qiuhuang had great hope for his retribution, just like the drowning person grasping the subtle straw. Although he knew that it might not be able to save his life, he was reluctant to let go.

Since the Qihai was destroyed, Mu Qiuhuang has never touched his scimitar called "Fengyue", but Mu Qiuhuang is always thinking when she can pick up the scimitar again?

"Amitabha, donor is more concerned. If there is no news, it is also the best news. Since the Nirvana Sutra has truly existed, I believe that donor will definitely get what he wants..."

Wuxin's voice came into Mu Qiuhuang's ears like a Sanskrit sound. Mu Qiuhuang's heart was shocked and returned to reality.

Mu Qiuhuang bowed to Wuxin and said sincerely: "Thank you! Little monk, if you hadn't spoken for help, I would be afraid that I would fall into my own devil and would not be able to extricate myself."

"The donor is serious, and the little monk is just a simple task."

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Wuxin and said leisurely: "Little monk, you said that this life is like a person! Is it because he once had it and knew its beauty that he could not let go of it for a long time after losing it?"

Wuxin thought about it after hearing this and replied seriously: "What the donor said is exactly the mysterious realm of "color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color; color is emptiness, emptiness is color". It can be seen that the donor is really a person with a Buddha's fate...

Mu Qiuhuang sighed helplessly: "Little monk, you are here again... When you are not talking to you, you will see you as a monk who has attained enlightenment; but when you sit with you, I will see you as a charlatan in the world. If you say it is the same, why are there such two extremes?"

"Amitabha! Every sentence that the little monk said is true." Wuxin said seriously.

Seeing Wuxin like this, Mu Qiuhuang suddenly felt a move in her heart and said to Wuxin: "Little monk, wait for me to find a rival for you."
Chapter completed!