White Horse Temple is located on the east side of the Shendu Luoyang. The temple faces north and south, with a regular layout and a simple style. Its incense is always popular, and its prosperity is not much better than Chongrenfang on the Luoshui River in Luoyang.

On the first day of today, the White Horse Temple was filled with people, and a steady stream of pilgrims came from all directions. There was a huge square outside the White Horse Temple. Today, the square was very lively, selling beef cakes, candied haws, stews, oil paper umbrellas, incense and candles, and all kinds of vendors were available, and even beggars were a few percent more than usual.

There was a sudden noise in the crowd, and someone shouted, "It's been a fight, it's a fight!"

The crowded crowd quickly retreated to all directions, and it turned out that a beggar and a monk in the square had become a group.

Look at this beggar, he is about his early twenties, and his dirty face is full of evil and extremely fierce. Every time he takes action, he is very cruel.

What about this monk? This monk seems to be much better, but he tolerated everywhere and let the beggar attack. He just defended and gave in without any anger.

"What's going on? What's going on here? Why are the monks still fighting?" Someone in the crowd shouted.

"No! This master is kind and gives the beggar a bun. Unexpectedly, this crazy beggar not only doesn't appreciate it, but instead twists the master to beat people. It's really unreasonable!"

"Yes, yes, the master is compassionate, but this beggar is really bad. He uses evil moves everywhere and takes ruthless moves. If the master had not given up on him, with the master's cultivation, he would have been beaten to be disabled long ago!"

The crowd of onlookers was talking. At this time, the sloppy beggar was obviously exhausted. His hands were caught by the monk and could not move. He wanted to raise his legs, but the monk stepped on his instep with his feet and his legs could not be lifted at all.

The sloppy beggar's eyes were cracked, and his eyes seemed to bulge out of his sockets: "Dog | Oh, who made you filthy merciful? I'm gonna!"

The beggar was controlled by his hands and feet, and his fierce flames did not retreat, and he actually spat a thick saliva at the monk!

The people around him turned their heads and couldn't bear to look at him. They felt disgusted. Everyone was even more disgusted with the beggar, but the monk had no expression on his face. The sloppy beggar said, "Ph! Ph! Ph!" again, and he kept spitting out the saliva in his mouth and not giving up.

The onlookers could not bear to watch it anymore. Someone shouted: "Beat this beggar to death, the master is compassionate and will not take action. Let's help the master fight!"

"Coax!" The crowd rushed up, and the monk quickly let go of the beggar's hands and feet to protect the beggar. However, the passionate melon-eating crowd had completely lost control. How could he care whether the monk would protect him?

Good guy, the beggar was hit by a blow, and the monk also suffered a loss until someone shouted, "Stop hitting, it's going to kill people, it's going to kill people!"

When the people of the melon-eating group heard that it was going to die, they stopped, then scattered and ran away without a trace. The beggar was beaten to pieces, but he still struggled to get up, limped away from the square, and fled to a secluded alley around the White Horse Temple.

The beggar in the alley stopped to the ground, covered his face with his hands, howled and cried, and said to himself: "Brother Yue, can you still come to Luoyang? If you don't come again, I can't stand it!"

The more he cried, the more he felt sad. Finally, he started to cry. When he was crying the most sadly, a voice suddenly came from behind: "You kid hide in this White Horse Temple, who can find you? I just had to look through Luoyang and see you. Can you blame me for not looking for you?"

"Ah..." The beggar suddenly stopped crying, and the strength from somewhere gotten up and looked behind him. He saw the person standing at the entrance of the alley, who was the person he had been waiting for?

"Brother Yue!"

The beggar is naturally Zhu En, and the person who looks for him is naturally Yue Feng. When he saw Yue Feng, he was speechless and his tears were even more heartbroken.

He climbed to Yue Feng with his hands and grabbed Yue Feng's hand and said, "Brother Yue, you are here, my experience is hard to describe! But I have found the person who harmed us. He is in White Horse Temple. This guy shaved his head and became a monk!"

"Huh?" Yue Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "Who did you say? Who became a monk? Did you say Qiangzi?"

"Who else can he be? This dog | Damn, when I saw him when I entered Luoyang that day, I kept chasing him! I said he had harmed our brothers, but this guy didn't admit it yet. Give me some small favors every day, thinking that I would let him go, and be a fool!" Zhu En said, his eyes were red and he gritted his teeth.

Yue Feng frowned slightly and was about to speak when he suddenly felt someone behind him. He quickly turned sideways and saw a figure in a monk's robe behind him swaying away. Yue Feng blurted out: "Is it Qiangzi?"

Yue Feng walked out of the alley with a stead. Outside the alley was a man standing against the wall. Look at this man, although he had shaved his head, he still had a high nose and a big body, like a monk. Who would he be if he wasn't Qiangzi?

Zhu En jumped over like a monkey and gritted his teeth at Qiangzi, "Brother Yue, it's him, this kid, why are you sneaking here? Do you still want to harm us?"

Qiangzi's expression changed, and Yue Feng glared at Zhu En and said, "You know what's wrong! Do you really think Qiangzi can kill Wu Youmin? Even if he wants to kill, he is afraid he can't do anything, right?"

Zhu En said: "Who did that? Did Di Qingtian and Di Renjie do it? It's okay to deceive a three-year-old child by saying this. Can we deceive us?"

Yue Feng let out a long breath and said, "Qianzi, what's going on with you? Why are you still shaving your head and becoming a monk?"

Qiangzi pulled the corner of his mouth, but said nothing, his expression was very complicated and gloomy.

Seeing this, Yue Feng said, "All right, this is not a place to talk. You both follow me. First, clean up Zhu En, and then let's talk about it..."

Yue Feng greeted the carriage and asked Qiangzi and Zhuen to get on the carriage. The three of them went straight to Luoyang...

...

After some washing and dressing up, Zhu En finally regained his spirit. This guy was a little excited today. He looked here and touched there, and said with a tsk: "Oh, Brother Yue is still amazing. He just arrived in Luoyang and bought such a good house, which is so enviable!"

He saw Qiangzi sitting on the couch at first sight, rolled his eyes and said, "What are you looking at? You won't explain it clearly later. Brother Yue and I will deal with you!"

Yue Feng walked in from outside and said, "You can't even block your mouth with such a big two-bowl just now! Okay, let's talk about your situation separately, Zhu En talks first..."

Zhu En coughed cleanly and ate comfortably. The key was that he finally met Yue Feng and was in a good mood. After separating him from Yue Feng, he said how he fled to Luoyang alone and how he secretly spread rumors in Luoyang.
Chapter completed!