Cai Xiaotu had nowhere to vent her anger, and she punched her hard on the wooden table. Damn, I have never seen someone with such a thick-skinned face. The facts are in front of me. They actually twisted the truth for their own selfish desires. It was not hurt? Is it said that it was not hurt if I almost got beaten to death? Is it necessary to go to the underworld to be hurt?

"Master, did she... not come out together?" Jialan, who had been waiting outside the inn for a long time, immediately asked Fanxiu when she saw that she came out.

Fan Xiu passed the disciples coldly and headed straight for the temple.

For a moment, Jia Lan seemed to see the master's face with evil spirits and violated the most taboo Buddhist precepts. The master's wife had the ability to make his master so angry. What did he say? I guess he was driven out by the master's wife. Didn't he tell her the truth? At the beginning, many people witnessed that when the master knocked his master's wife off the cliff, he also jumped down.

He has been searching for so long, and maybe after saying that his master's wife still refuses to forgive him. Alas! For six years, the master has been living in self-blame. He recites sutras and saves the mother and daughter all day long, but his friendship has never diminished. After finally meeting again, no one cherishes him. He sincerely hopes that his master can be happier.

He is busy all day long for the people of the world, but no one wants to think about him at all. What is the teacher’s wife thinking? She doesn’t love her master anymore? What should I do?

It has been six years, and a question has been around him for six years. Since the master is so reluctant to part with the mother and daughter, why did he seriously hurt her? He never told the reason, but Jialan knew that the master was pure and would never really kill the master's wife. There must be other reasons. What is the reason?

Well, after six years of investigation, there was no result. I understand that if Master doesn’t say it, no one in the world knows the reason, let it go.

When he returned to the temple, Fan Xiu sat cross-legged in the bed with a gloomy face and no longer fell into grief and anger.

On the side of Cai Xiaotu, after drinking a pot of tea, her anger was completely suppressed and she was about to go to bed to rest, and she saw that her daughter had already sat up at some point. She was blinking her bright eyes and staring at her, and her face suddenly lost its color: "Little...Little Fish, when will you wake up..."

"Uncle Fanxiu is my dad, right?"

"How is that possible?" Cai Xiaotu ran over nervously and stared at her daughter: "He is a monk, haven't he told you that monks can't have children?"

Xiao Yuyu lowered her eyes and pondered. She didn't hear much just now. She really didn't say that Fan Xiu was her father. In fact, she liked that person very much. She seemed to be not laughing, but his arms were very warm, and he was good at it. The most important thing was his martial arts skills. He pouted and complained disappointedly: "Who is my father?"

"I'm dead long ago!"

"Don't lie to me, mom, dad is still alive. I heard your conversation that night, just tell me, otherwise I will not be able to sleep." He begged.

Cai Xiaotu's mouth twitched. Who would tell her where such a young child came from? She lowered her face: "Little Yuyu, I warn you that if you dare to mention your father again in the future, I don't want you."

Xiao Yuyu puffed up his cheeks and turned over and got out of bed: "Uncle Fanxiu must know who my father is, so you are so anxious to drive him away. I'll go and ask him clearly."

"You dare!"

"Do you dare to do it?" Xiaoyuyu was about to run out without even wearing a coat.

A woman hugged her daughter in anger. Damn it, the older she got, the more disobedient she became. She argued for a long time, but she never twisted the child's determination. She took the iron chain and tied the person to the bed. I see how you ran away. Cai Xiaotu had nowhere to vent her anger, and she punched her hard on the wooden table. Damn, I have never seen a person with such a thick-skinned face. The facts are in front of her. She actually twisted the truth for her own selfish desires. It is not hurt? Is it a shame that she must be on the way to the underworld?

"Master, did she... not come out together?" Jialan, who had been waiting outside the inn for a long time, immediately asked Fanxiu when she saw that she came out.

Fan Xiu passed the disciples coldly and headed straight for the temple.

For a moment, Jia Lan seemed to see the master's face with evil spirits and violated the most taboo Buddhist precepts. The master's wife had the ability to make his master so angry. What did he say? I guess he was driven out by the master's wife. Didn't he tell her the truth? At the beginning, many people witnessed that when the master knocked his master's wife off the cliff, he also jumped down.

He has been searching for so long, and maybe after saying that his master's wife still refuses to forgive him. Alas! For six years, the master has been living in self-blame. He recites sutras and saves the mother and daughter all day long, but his friendship has never diminished. After finally meeting again, no one cherishes him. He sincerely hopes that his master can be happier.

He is busy all day long for the people of the world, but no one wants to think about him at all. What is the teacher’s wife thinking? She doesn’t love her master anymore? What should I do?

It has been six years, and a question has been around him for six years. Since the master is so reluctant to part with the mother and daughter, why did he seriously hurt her? He never told the reason, but Jialan knew that the master was pure and would never really kill the master's wife. There must be other reasons. What is the reason?

Well, after six years of investigation, there was no result. I understand that if Master doesn’t say it, no one in the world knows the reason, let it go.

When he returned to the temple, Fan Xiu sat cross-legged in the bed with a gloomy face and no longer fell into grief and anger.

On the side of Cai Xiaotu, after drinking a pot of tea, her anger was completely suppressed and she was about to go to bed to rest, and she saw that her daughter had already sat up at some point. She was blinking her bright eyes and staring at her, and her face suddenly lost its color: "Little...Little Fish, when will you wake up..."

"Uncle Fanxiu is my dad, right?"

"How is that possible?" Cai Xiaotu ran over nervously and stared at her daughter: "He is a monk, haven't he told you that monks can't have children?"

Xiao Yuyu lowered her eyes and pondered. She didn't hear much just now. She really didn't say that Fan Xiu was her father. In fact, she liked that person very much. She seemed to be not laughing, but his arms were very warm, and he was good at it. The most important thing was his martial arts skills. He pouted and complained disappointedly: "Who is my father?"

"I'm dead long ago!"

"Don't lie to me, mom, dad is still alive. I heard your conversation that night, just tell me, otherwise I will not be able to sleep." He begged.

Cai Xiaotu's mouth twitched. Who would tell her where such a young child came from? She lowered her face: "Little Yuyu, I warn you that if you dare to mention your father again in the future, I don't want you."

Xiao Yuyu puffed up his cheeks and turned over and got out of bed: "Uncle Fanxiu must know who my father is, so you are so anxious to drive him away. I'll go and ask him clearly."

"You dare!"

"Do you dare to do it?" Xiaoyuyu was about to run out without even wearing a coat.
Chapter completed!