Chapter 153: Longing in My Heart, Wishing the Child Peace

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

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

"The abbot is in closed-door cultivation and cannot get away for a moment. Making Benefactor An wait in vain for a day, it is Shaolin's neglect of a distinguished guest."

Hengchang gestured.

"Benefactor, please have some vegetarian food. After the meal, I will take you to the abbot's bedroom. After he leaves seclusion tonight, you will be able to see him."

With the head of the Shaolin Discipline Hall putting his posture so low to a second-rate fighter, what else could An Ziyang say? Naturally, he nodded in agreement.

And 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 had glowing eyes. They only knew how to chant scriptures and practice martial arts on weekdays, and didn't know how to please people at all, but they tossed An Ziyang enough.

Heaven have mercy, Shaolin monks are not the women in brothels who are used to welcoming and sending off, and their hands are heavy.

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

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

"Everyone! Everyone!"

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

"I'm just here to bring 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 staring at An Ziyang with big eyes.

An Ziyang sighed.

If dozens of girls were looking at him like this, he would be very happy. But these monks, with arms as thick as rafters and four-ridged muscles, and exposed chest muscles like rocks, could simply crush him in their arms.

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

"Masters, I just parted with Hero Li a few days ago, he is very well. 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 by one, leaving only Hengchang to sit down and eat with him.

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

An Ziyang asked.

Li Miao started killing everywhere after leaving Shaolin, and Xingchi's funeral also took a few days. The Jianghu people present that day also left yesterday, so An Ziyang didn't receive the news of what Li Miao did when Xingchi passed away for a while.

Hengchang said faintly.

"Hero Li has a great kindness to our 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 bounds, which makes Benefactor An laugh."

"Great kindness is not thanked, Shaolin just says one sentence: go through fire and water, and will not resign."

A monk saying this... the weight can be imagined.

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.

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

"!?"

He turned his head and looked at Hengchang suddenly.

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

Hengchang shook his head.

"It is the abbot's daughter."

"!!!?"

Heavens!

Whether someone manages it or not, the Shaolin abbot gave birth to a child!

In an instant, countless low-level 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.

Having seen 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.

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

A moment 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 eager eyes.

An Ziyang laughed dryly: "You eat, I'm not hungry."

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

Eat one, put one, half for each, no cheating.

An Ziyang pondered for a while, turned and asked the little girl.

"Sister, are you called Ling'er?"

"Yes!"

"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 set up words, he couldn't chase a little girl's sad things and ask hard. So he had to sit in place and wait for Yong Yong Jie to come.

This wait was another hour and a half.

"Sister Ling'er, look!"

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

"Brother An is so amazing!"

The little girl clapped her hands, her eyes shining, and her eyes looking at An Ziyang were full of worship.

It can only be said that she was raised in a monk's temple since she was a child, 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. However, after an hour and a half, the two became familiar, and they called each other affectionately.

The little girl laughed and laughed, and suddenly yawned.

"Brother An, I'm sleepy."

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

An Ziyang hugged her, a bit at a loss at first. When it comes to flirting with brothel women, he is familiar, but now he feels 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, depended on his father, and was in a similar situation to this little girl. At this time, 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 arms of a kind mother, soothing the heartstrings."

"Wishing the child to sleep peacefully, not waking up in the dream."

"Mother's arms shake gently, the child's heart is gradually peaceful."

"Longing in my heart, wishing the child peace..."

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

Yong Yong Jie walked into the room, stood still suddenly, scanned An Ziyang with a pair of tiger eyes, and his brows knitted tightly.

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

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 154 =====