"What happened before was to be a trash and do such a dirty thing in front of the Buddha. I have heard the Buddha's voice piously and repent every day. I have already realized that I have made a mistake. Thank you for forgiveness."

Perhaps because of his trance in the officialdom, Zhou Yuan's voice was gentle and obedient in the face of the abbot of the Great Buddha Temple.

It seemed that the person on the sedan chair outside had nothing to do with him.

It seemed as if Zhou Huaishan had thrown the vase without saying a word.

It seems that he came to apologize devoutly.

The abbot had apologies on his face, and he raised his hand to Zhou Yuanxu.

"Take your father to see the doctor quickly. If you delay it, it may not be good. As for this, Lord Zhou, don't worry, everything is up because of me. I will definitely report to the official to give Lord Zhou an explanation."

That way, it seemed that he was not the abbot who framed Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan calmly held his fists and saluted.

"Today's affairs are indeed too much, but there is no need to report to the official."

The abbot said in surprise: "Don't report to the official? Just now..."

Zhou Yuan's attitude was firm, "No need to report to the official position. Thank you, abbot, let's take the lead."

After the salute was in place, he slowly stood up. When he turned around, he clenched his fists and glared at Zhou Huaishan fiercely. He didn't even look at Zhou Qing, and left directly.

When Mr. Zhou saw his eldest grandson, he had no idea.

The group of them left, and the abbot of the Big Buddha Temple looked down at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground with a painful face, "Oh!"

Zhou Huaishan said, "It's just a fake."

The abbot raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Do you know it's a fake?"

"Of course." Zhou Huaishan raised his jaw and his face was full of stinky farts.

The abbot looked at him and waited for him to write down.

The scene just now was discussed before they came to see Zhou Huaihai.

Even though it was agreed, the abbot's eyelids twitched when he watched Zhou Huaishan smash something.

However, he was waiting for Zhou Huaishan, but Zhou Huaishan had no intention of saying the following meaning.

A question mark slowly emerged from the abbot's head, looking at Zhou Huaishan, "Is it gone?"

Zhou Huaishan… “What?”

"Why don't you tell me why it's a fake?"

Zhou Huaishan looked aggrieved, "You didn't ask."

Abbot...

Want to hit someone!

How come this person who deserves a beating is so much like that old playboy!

Zhou Huaishan coughed, held the blue brick in his hand and said, "It is true that this vase is from Ru Kiln, but the painting on it is not from Master Shi Baihua."

The abbot stared at his eyes that were about to beat someone up.

Zhou Huaishan continued consciously, "Because this painting was made by Marquis Rongyang."

After saying that, Zhou Huaishan looked at the abbot.

The blood on the abbot's face disappeared in an instant, and his mouth shook slightly, looking at Zhou Huaishan.

Zhou Qing looked at the abbot and looked at her father, and swallowed.

The room was silent for a moment.

After a while of silence, I heard the abbot's dry voice, "How do you know?"

Zhou Huaishan said, "I don't know why. A while ago, I dreamed every night that there was a man who claimed to be Rongyang Hou. He said that his name was Zhou Huaishan, and he told me."

Zhou Huaishan opened his eyes and talked nonsense.

But the abbot said, "What did he say?"

"He said that all his hidden goods were taken away by Duan Comber, and he asked me to take them back for him, otherwise he would not let me go if he was a ghost."

Zhou Qing...

What about yourself?

Abbot...

Isn't he a ghost?

While speaking, the abbot of Qingquan Temple who had been staying in the inner room pushed the door open and came in.

"You said, Zhou Huaishan, the farmer, dreamed of the old marquis Zhou Huaishan, and Zhou Huaishan asked you, Zhou Huaishan to ask for something for him?"

Zhou Huaishan nodded with his honest face and then looked pitiful.

"Yes, it's so scary! But I dare not not to ask for it. I'm afraid that he will really be a ghost and will not let me go."

Zhou Qing rolled his eyes silently.

Before he could finish rolling his eyes, Zhou Huaishan pulled him, which made Zhou Qing almost stuck in place and couldn't turn back.

Zhou Qing hurriedly said, "Yes, my father was so scared that he wet the bed. I can prove that the Marquis Zhou Huaishan dreamed many times."

The abbot of the Great Buddha Temple and the abbot of the Qingquan Temple met each other, and the waves in their eyes were turbulent, and the two of them had a tacit understanding and did not ask again.

After a moment of quieting, the abbot of the Great Buddha Temple said, "Zhou Yuan should have seen that we were playing the show today, so he did not report to the official immediately."

After pausing, he said again: "Zhou Yuan has many evil ways. If you have caused such a thing today, you..."

Zhou Huaishan interrupted the abbot with a smile.

"I'm very curious. Why did you agree with my idea just now?"

I directly forced the topic to change.

The abbot was stunned. He originally wanted to say that your actions of pouring tea were very similar to those of me, an ancient man, and his name was the same...

But now, he can't say it.

"I like to watch the show, what else can I do?" The abbot looked light and even smiled with a hint of indifference. "Look, this show is much more lively than what I originally planned, so exciting."

The abbot of Qingquan Temple followed and said, "That brick has hit me in my heart."

As he said that, he patted Zhou Huaishan on the shoulder, "But, man, what are you trying to do like this? Don't tell me that you are just to take pictures of Zhou Huaihai's bricks."

Zhou Huaishan said weakly: "Didn't I say everything? Just try to ask for something for Zhou Huaishan in my dream."

"Damn!" the abbot of Qingquan Temple blurted out.

Zhou Huaishan...

Zhou Qing...

The abbot of the Big Buddha Temple was not angry and pulled him, "You are so calm, what are you saying!"

Zhou Qing...

Is this a temple?

This is a bandit's nest.

Zhou Huaishan...

You have been this kind of virtue for twenty years.

"Can you get something back like this? All the treasures collected by Marquis Rongyang were put into Kang Bo's hands?" said the abbot of the Great Buddha Temple.

Zhou Huaishan touched his chin, "I'm not sure about it, but he has it in his hand."

As for whether we can come back, how to come back, and what to do in the future, Zhou Huaishan didn't say.

The abbot's mouth moved, and he didn't ask.

He just said, "I and Marquis Rongyang are considered ancients. If you have any places you need help, you don't have to see you."

Zhou Huaishan smiled, "Isn't this a shame?"

After a few gossips, Zhou Huaishan got rid of the abbot and put away the broken porcelain pieces for the time being, and then took Zhou Qing away.

As soon as he left the Great Buddha Temple, Zhou Qing immediately asked in confusion: "Dad, what do you mean today?"

Zhou Huaishan sat in the carriage, holding his arms, his face a little cold, "I just want to get back what I used to do."

Zhou Qing didn't understand Zhou Huaishan's plan very well, so he wrinkled his eyes and thought for a while.

"Dad, are you trying to cause disaster to Shen Li today?"

Zhou Huaishan didn't expect that Zhou Qing could really figure it out, and couldn't help but smile, "It's indeed my daughter, it makes you think of it."

Without Chen Li, Zhou Yuan would definitely deal with them.

There is a strong impulse...

Anyone with a brain will also have something to do with Shen Li today.
Chapter completed!