Chapter 139

An Ziyang waited in a room outside the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion for a full hour, until the sky darkened and the sun set behind the western mountains, but he never saw Yongjie.

Fortunately, at mealtime, Hengchang walked in again and apologized to him.

"The Abbot is in closed-door cultivation and can't get away for a while, making Benefactor An wait in vain for a day, it is Shaolin's neglect of a distinguished guest."

Hengchang reached out and led the way.

"Benefactor, please have some vegetarian food. After the meal, I will take you to the Abbot's bedroom. After he leaves the closed-door cultivation tonight, you can see him."

The Shaolin Discipline Hall head put his posture so low to a second-rate person, what else could An Ziyang say? Naturally, he nodded.

Then An Ziyang experienced the feeling of visiting a temple like visiting a brothel again.

Hengchang took him to eat, and as soon as he arrived at the dining hall, a group of monks surrounded him, pulling hands, serving dishes, and moving stools.

"Benefactor, sit! How is Hero Li recently?"

"Benefactor, drink! Where is Hero Li now?"

"Benefactor, eat! Has Hero Li gained some weight?"

A group of monks' eyes shone. They only know how to chant scriptures and practice martial arts on weekdays, and they don't know how to please people at all, but they tossed An Ziyang enough.

Heaven pity, Shaolin monks are not women who are used to welcoming and sending off in brothels, and they have no sense of proportion.

The one who pulled his hand was practicing Dragon Claw Hand, and he squeezed An Ziyang's sleeve arrows out.

And that pungent male smell... An Ziyang just felt like he was going to suffocate.

"Everyone! Everyone!"

He shouted weakly, like a little white rabbit surrounded by a pack of wolves.

"I'm just bringing a message for Hero Li, we met by chance, I don't know his recent situation, and I don't know where he is now, please stop!"

Hearing him shout like this, Hengchang also spoke.

"All retreat!"

These dozens of monks retreated aggrievedly, but didn't want to leave, just stared at An Ziyang with big eyes.

An Ziyang sighed.

If dozens of girls looked at him like this, he would be very happy. But these monks, with arms as thick as house beams, four-ribbed muscles, and rock-like chest muscles, could simply crush him in their arms.

Being stared at by this group of reckless men... An Ziyang just felt his scalp numb.

"Masters, I just parted with Hero Li a few days ago, he is very good. I don't know too much about the rest, masters, please let me eat a meal."

An Ziyang felt a bit aggrieved.

The monks retreated one after another, leaving only Hengchang to sit down and eat with him.

"Master Hengchang, what is the origin of Hero Li and Shaolin?"

An Ziyang asked.

After Li Miao left Shaolin, he started killing people everywhere without stopping, and Xingchi's funeral also took a few days. The Jianghu people who were present that day also left yesterday, so An Ziyang didn't receive the news of what Li Miao did when Xingchi passed away.

Hengchang said lightly.

"Hero Li has great kindness to my Shaolin, and the news should spread in the Jianghu in a few days, so I don't need to say more. The disciples' cultivation is not enough, and their words and deeds are a bit out of line, which makes Benefactor An laugh."

"Great kindness is not thanked, Shaolin just says that we will go through fire and water, and we will not shirk."

A monk saying this, you can imagine how heavy the weight is...

An Ziyang finished his meal, and Hengchang took him to a small courtyard.

It was the small courtyard where Li Miao came to Shaolin to see Xingchi that day.

As soon as he entered the door, An Ziyang saw a little girl sitting at the stone table under the tree, writing and drawing on paper with a brush.

"!?"

He turned his head to look at Hengchang suddenly.

"Master Hengchang, this... are there other guests in the courtyard? Whose daughter is this?"

Hengchang shook his head.

"It's the Abbot's daughter."

"!!!?"

My God!

Whether anyone cares or not, the Shaolin Abbot gave birth to a child!

In an instant, countless low-class jokes like "monks can touch, I can't touch", "bamboo shoots into the buttocks", "monks jump over the wall" rushed to his heart, and An Ziyang felt that he couldn't leave this time.

Seeing the Shaolin Abbot's daughter, and still want to leave?

Hengchang didn't care at all, just led An Ziyang into the courtyard and sat down, and turned back to instruct the little girl: "Ling'er, this is a friend of Hero Li, here to find the Abbot. Go get some fruit."

"Yes!"

The little girl responded crisply, and ran to the side room "deng deng deng".

Hengchang apologized to An Ziyang and left by himself, leaving An Ziyang to be stunned here.

A short while later, the little girl jumped back, put the fruit she was holding on the table.

"Brother, eat!"

The little girl shouted, sat on the chair, put her two little hands under her chin, lay on the table, and stared at An Ziyang with her eyes.

An Ziyang gave a dry laugh: "You eat, I'm not hungry."

The little girl then picked up a fruit, hesitated again, and put one in front of An Ziyang.

Eat one, put one, one for each, fair and square.

An Ziyang pondered for a while and turned to ask the little girl.

"Sister, are you called Ling'er?"

"Hmm!"

"Is your father the Shaolin Abbot?"

"Only after Grandpa Xingchi left."

"Oh... what about your mother?"

"Dead."

Ask one, die one, this chat is over.

No matter how much An Ziyang wanted to get information, he couldn't chase a little girl's sad things and ask hard. So he had to sit in place and wait for Yongjie to come.

This wait was another hour and a half.

"Sister Ling'er, look!"

An Ziyang clenched his fist, opened it, and a metal flower appeared in his hand, lifelike.

"Brother An is so amazing!"

The little girl clapped her hands, her eyes shining, and looked at An Ziyang with admiration.

It can only be said that she was raised in a monk's temple since she was a child, so how could she withstand the coaxing of a playboy like An Ziyang. When it comes to pleasing women, An Ziyang is the ancestor of Shaolin. But after an hour and a half, the two became familiar, and they called each other affectionately.

The little girl laughed and suddenly yawned.

"Brother An, I'm sleepy."

After speaking, she jumped into An Ziyang's arms by herself, leaned against his chest, closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

An Ziyang hugged her, a bit at a loss at first. He was familiar with flirting with brothel women, but at this moment he felt a bit panicked.

Then, he smiled softly, patted Ling'er's back gently, and sang a song.

He also lost his mother when he was young and depended on his father, and his situation was similar to this little girl. At this moment, he couldn't help but sing the song his mother used to coax him to sleep when he was a child.

"My child is crying, the night is deep and not asleep."

"In the mother's arms, soothing the heartstrings."

"May the child sleep peacefully, not waking in the dream."

"Mother's arms rock gently, the child's heart gradually calms."

"Long, long is my heart, wishing the child peace always..."

An Ziyang rocked gently, Ling'er made a low snoring sound, and the moonlight in the courtyard was like water, flowing in from outside the window.

Yongjie walked into the room, stood still suddenly, scanned An Ziyang up and down with a pair of tiger eyes, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Suddenly, he felt that this kid was a bit unpleasant to look at.