The descendants of Taiwu are very famous

Chapter 221 Heartless
"Lady lacquer carving, why are you back?" Xinzhi, who was feeding the macho lacquer carving with a spoon in his hand, looked at the woman who walked into the courtyard very strangely.

Did he know that during this period of time, the girl in front of him would go out early in the morning and come back in the middle of the night every day, and the sun really came out from the west today, so she came back so early.

Dangdang didn't answer him, just grabbed the job bowl in his hand and threw it in front of the lacquered man. "Eat it yourself! How old are you going to feed him?"

Ignoring the pouting daughter, Dang Dang turned to Xin Chi and asked, "Well, let me ask you, Xin Wu, are you familiar with this person?"

Xin Chi was just about to pick up the bowl on the table, but was stopped by Dang Dang, "If Xin Wu is a junior brother, we are familiar with each other from the same sect. Miss Qi Diao suddenly asked why?"

This incident happened so suddenly that Xinzhi didn't get the news that Abbot Xin Sui had passed away yesterday.

Glancing at his daughter who picked up the spoon to eat, he asked loudly again: "Then do you know if this person has any hobbies? For example, he likes to drink and whore or something."

"Uh..." Listening to what the woman in front of me said, I was speechless, "Girl Lacquer Carving, Wuxin is a disciple of Shaolin Temple, how could she have such a hobby."

"Then what does he like to do most on weekdays??"

"Junior Brother Xinwu likes to be quiet. In his spare time, he likes to drink tea while playing chess with others. Moreover, the poor monk has heard from Junior Brother Xinyue that he is a bad chess player, and his chess skills are extremely bad."

"Playing chess... I don't know how to..." Dang Dang frowned suddenly, this hobby is not very good, and he has no way to start from this aspect.

After thinking for a while, Dangdang turned around and walked out of the door. No matter who you are, you have emotions, even monks. If you play too much as a monk, you still don't believe that this person is really a saint.

In the next few days, Dangdang began to secretly follow Xin Wufangzhang by relying on the keen vision brought by Aquarius Qigong.

But after tracking for half a month, Xiang Dangdang did not find any broken buttocks in Xinwu. He usually just meditates, recites scriptures and pays respects to the Buddha, and occasionally forces others to play chess. He really looks like a monk with a pure heart.

Seeing Xin Wu who was speaking the Dharma in the hall far away, squatting on the roof loudly, she was very helpless, she gritted her teeth, and slapped the tile fiercely with one hand. "In this case, there is only one way."

Early the next morning, Xinwu opened the door of her room as usual to attend the morning class at Shaolin Temple.

As soon as he left, a person's head emerged from the roof next to him, and this person had been staring at him for a long time.

After looking around, he found that there was really no one there. With a bang, he put his hands on the tiles lightly, and jumped off the roof.

She pushed open the door of Xinwu's room, got in quickly and loudly, and turned over the cabinet in his room.

Xinwu's room was extremely simple, just a bed, a table and a wardrobe. She searched all of these but found nothing.

Just when Dangdang thought he was going to waste another trip, a pile of Buddhist scriptures wrapped in cloth in the closet came into Dangdang's eyes. "Mahayan Sutra", "Unraveling Deep Secret Sutra", "Nirvana Sutra"...

Looking at these Buddhist scriptures, Dangdang instinctively felt something was wrong.

Shouldn't Buddhist scriptures be displayed outside? ?What does in the closet mean? ?

Dangdang immediately picked up these scriptures and flipped through them quickly.

Just when the ringing sound was just turning over the "42 Chapters", a few pieces of yellowed paper fell from the book.

Dangdang squatted down to pick up these papers from the ground, and when she saw some words written crookedly with charcoal, Dangdang showed a smile on her face.

"Haha, Xinwu, Xinwu, I knew you couldn't be without weaknesses. This time, let me catch it."

A few nights later, Xinwu sat cross-legged on a futon in his room, reading a Buddhist scripture in his left hand, and twirling a string of beads in his right hand.

Suddenly the Buddha beads that were slowly turning in his hand stopped, and Xin turned slightly expressionlessly, looking at the door next to him.

"Knock knock knock." There was a loud voice from outside the door. "Is Abbot Xinwu in the house? Open the door, I have something to do with you."

"What is Taiwu doing??"

"You open the door first, it's inconvenient to talk through the door."

The Buddhist beads in Xin Wu's hands turned quickly again, and his eyes once again turned to the Buddhist scriptures in his hands.

"Taiwu, living alone in the same room, I'm afraid it's not a good reputation for you. I hope Taiwu has something to do with his self-esteem. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "bang", and the stick that tied the door was kicked off with a bang, and she walked in with a tray in her hand.

"There are too few things in the kitchen of your Shaolin Temple. I used some of the things in it to make some supper for you. Come and have a taste."

Xinwu looked at the woman in front of him with a cold face and talked to himself. "You are a girl, do you really want no shame?"

"Hey, what are you talking about, monk! I kindly made you supper and you still scolded me. It really is a dog who bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know how to be kind."

"Taiwu, please go back, or don't blame me for being rude." Xin stood up expressionlessly.

"Really?" Facing Xinwu's threats, there was no fear at all on Loudang's face. "Then you come and try."

Xin Wu frowned, turned her hands into claws, stomped hard on the futon under her body, and volleyed towards the door ringing in front of her.

With a sound of "touch", the steel-like palm collided heavily with the heartless Shaolin Temple Dragon Claw Hand.

As soon as he fought against this descendant of Taiwu, a trace of surprise flashed across Xinwu's face. This woman looked extremely weak, and she was able to block her own blow. She really deserves to be the descendant of Taiwu.

Feeling the growing strength in Xin Wu's hands, Dangdang knew that he was going to come for real, but he didn't come here today to fight this person.

"By the way, your son should be quite old, so just let him outside like this, are you really not worried at all?"

Xinwu's expression changed immediately when he heard this, "What did you say?? How did you know!!"

Taking advantage of his distraction, Dang Dang quickly lifted his foot and kicked Xin Wu out.

"Don't worry about how I know, you just need to know that your son is really in my hands."

"You...you...what are you going to do!!" Xin Wu's face suddenly became uncertain

Dangdang smiled at Xinwu, and pointed at the various dishes on the tray next to him, "Try it first, it won't taste good if it cools down."

(End of this chapter)