The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 1592 Make an exception and leave the temple
Chapter 590: Making an exception and leaving the temple
"Get it—"

The sound of wooden fish knocking is ringing in the temple.

Unhurried, but also does not allow outsiders to disturb.

Sun Xiucai could only kneel down on the futon, waiting patiently for the wooden fish to stop.

It's just that the constantly changing postures and rapid breathing made his waiting heart very restless.

Soon, the sound of Buddhist scriptures and wooden fish stopped, and Murong Wuxin said faintly: "Your mind is disturbed."

Sun Xiucai said respectfully to the door: "Old man, I'm sorry, it's because I don't practice enough."

Murong Wuxin's tone was calm: "Is something serious happening? Can't you solve it?"

"Old man, I'm sorry, things are a little different."

Sun Xiucai nodded with difficulty: "I gave Ye Fan a blow, and Ye Fan also backhanded me."

"The collision between the two sides is considered fierce, but both are within a controllable range, and the bottom line for meeting each other in the future is preserved."

"But last night, a group of people pretended to be Wumeng and killed the mute, broke the hands of dozens of Boss Qiao, and leveled more than a dozen buildings in Qiao's Teahouse."

"Ye Fan and Wumeng were instantly criticized by thousands of people."

"Ye Fan needs me to give an explanation and calm down the turmoil, otherwise he will think that I started the war against Murong."

Sun Xiucai was very helpless: "After all, I used Boss Qiao's chess piece to attack him first."

Then he briefly described the events of the past two days, so that Murong Wuxin could make a better judgment.

Murong Wuxin said lightly after listening: "Is someone fishing in troubled waters?"

Sun Xiucai nodded: "That's right, the mastermind behind the scenes wants to break up our relationship with Ye Fan."

"Our attempt to join forces with Ye Fan should not be known to other forces except you know I know Ye Fan knows."

"Where did the black hand behind the scenes get the news?"

Murong Wuxin's voice sank: "And you're so good at controlling the heat?"

Murong had just used the teahouse to plot against Ye Fan, but the black hands behind the scenes shoveled down the teahouse to put blame on him. The calculation was too precise.

This also made the relationship between Murong and Ye Fan worse.

"The news leak will not be on Murong's side."

Sun Xiucai lowered his head slightly: "It is very likely that Ye Fan missed it because he was frivolous. After all, he only needs one voice."

"It's even possible that Ye Fan let out the wind and told us that we would form an alliance with him to deal with the two great masters, so that the two great masters turned their guns on us."

"It's just that Ye Fan didn't expect that when the two masters stabbed us, they also made him a scapegoat."

Sun Xiucai made his own judgment.

Murong Wuxin gently turned the beads:

"Well, it's possible, but it's not important to track down the leak now."

"The most important thing is to find out the gang that leveled the teahouse and killed the mute."

Murong asked unintentionally: "The group of people pretending to be Wumeng don't have any clues?"

"No, they came and went quickly. After pushing the teahouse, they chopped off their arms and ran away."

Sun Xiucai told the whole story:

"You know, there are many mines in Huaxi. These excavators and these people can hide in any mine at random, and they won't be found for a year or so."

"Boss Qiao and the others were only staring at their own house at that time, and didn't see each other's faces clearly at all. They only knew that they called themselves Wumeng and worked for Ye Fan."

"Of course, it rained heavily last night, and the camera was damaged again, and many traces could not be found."

"However, judging from the other party's modus operandi and behavior, it is likely to be Nangong Fu and Ouyang Wuji."

Sun Xiucai told his thoughts.

"Nangong Fu and Ouyang Wuji?"

Murong Wuxin thought for a while, then smiled lightly:
"They have always followed my lead, when did they become so bold as to plot against me?"

"However, it's also possible that if the wings are hardened, and the Arctic Chamber of Commerce is backing it up, it will inevitably become domineering."

The old man commented on Nangong Fu and the others, and then changed the topic: "You came here to tell me something?"

"The murderer can offer a reward to hunt him down, and the mastermind behind the scenes can also be traced slowly."

Sun Xiucai let out a long breath: "But Ye Fan is a little unstable right now."

"He wants me to give him an account and explanation before eight o'clock tonight, otherwise we will start a full-scale war against the Murong family."

"I'm not sure how to appease his anger for the time being, and I can't make any promises to him, so I want to ask the old man to come out."

"To suppress Ye Fan's killing intent and regain trust in us, the old man needs to meet in person to show his sincerity."

"I know it's an unkind request."

"After all, the old man hasn't left this temple for many years."

"Besides, there are many enemies outside, and it is inevitable to encounter danger when going out, but now the family has reached a critical juncture..."

"Once Ye Fan fights against the Murong family regardless, we will lose more than [-]% of our resources even if we win. The loss outweighs the gain."

"After all, the old man wants to be stable for another ten years."

Sun Xiucai expressed his thoughts in detail.

Murong Wuxin didn't respond immediately, but fell into deep thought.

Ten years ago, an expert told him that as long as he stayed in this temple for the rest of his life, he would guarantee that Murong Wuxin would die well in this life.

Even if Tang Pingfan brought someone here himself, he could still keep Murong Wuxin alive.

But once they leave the temple, their fate will be over, and Murong Wuxin's life and death will be their own destiny.

So Murong Wuxin stayed in the temple for ten years.

He was somewhat hesitant to leave now.

Just thinking of the ten years of self-imprisonment and the life and death of the Murong family, Murong Wuxin made a final decision:
"Unexpectedly, I have lived in seclusion in the temple for ten years, but today I have to make an exception to go out for a brat."

"But for the survival and revitalization of the Murong family, I will meet Ye Fan today."

"Look at Zhao Mingyue's son, Tang Pingfan's son-in-law, what kind of superhuman powers he is."

"I left the temple gate in disobedience to the expert's advice, which can be regarded as the greatest sincerity of the Murong family to Ye Fan."

"He still doesn't accept the terms of joining forces like this, it's really not a thing."

Murong Wuxin let out a burst of laughter, then put away the prayer beads and said:
"Xiu Cai, prepare the car!"

Although he stepped into practice, his focus is still on the world of mortals, and he hopes that the Murong family will be stable for a few more years.

Sun Xiucai said respectfully, "Yes!"

Three minutes later, the dilapidated temple door opened with a click.

An old man who looked like Maitreya Buddha came out wearing monk clothes and holding Buddhist beads.

It looks peaceful and lands silently, but it gives people a deep and inviolable posture.

"Father!"

Sun Xiucai bowed to ninety degrees.

Murong Wuxin said lightly: "Let's go."

Sun Xiucai hurriedly transferred a train team.

Half an hour later, a Lincoln convoy slowly drove down from the Feilai Peak.

Nearly a hundred people guarded it.

At this time, on the hill more than 1000 meters to the side, a scope quietly locked Murong Wuxin's car.

The crosshair on the scope moved slowly with the car, and finally positioned on the shadow of Murong Wuxin.

The wind blowing from the forest became stronger.

There was also a faint sound of thunder in the depths of the sky.

A few heavy raindrops suddenly fell from the sky, hitting the car with a "cracking" sound.

Murong Wuxin seemed to have sensed it, and his eyes suddenly focused on the hill.

At this moment, the car left the mountain gate, the speed slowed down and bumped.

Murong Wuxin leaned forward slightly.

The entire upper body becomes clear in the windshield.

Just like that, a bump.

"flutter!"

A sniper bullet flew over.

Sun Xiucai clearly saw that Murong Wuxin's body was thrown back as if he had been hit hard.

A blood flower suddenly bloomed on the old man's chest.

Sun Xiucai shouted hysterically:
"Mr. Murong—"

(End of this chapter)