"Picture of Guanyin Master?" Wu Yixiong looked surprised. He never expected Qiao Hui to make this request.

Qiao Hui's heart sank, and he rubbed his hands and said, "Is it the statue lost?"

Wu Yixiong shook his head and said, "That's not. This statue of Guanyin Master is a relic left by my mother. It is worshipped in the Buddhist temple every day. When you see things and think of others, you can't let go of your feelings!"

Qiao Hui secretly paid: The old fox clearly raised the price! He smiled and said, "Senior is filial to him, everything is easy to discuss. If it is convenient, I want to take a look at this Buddha statue with my own eyes to see if it was written by a lay Buddhist without a heart?"

Wu Yixiong didn’t know who Wuxin was, nor did he know that he was the incarnation of the hero Gu. He asked in confusion: “Is there anything special about the statues carved by Wuxin?”

Qiao Hui had already compiled a set of rhetoric in his stomach and said slowly: "Actually, the boy and Wuxin lay Buddhists came out together. They were both unable to practice martial arts but loved carving. My dream is to become a master of carving, to be proud, and to make those who look down on me.

People regret it! However, there are many schools of carving, each with its own skills, and it is difficult to judge which one is better or worse. If I get a statue carved by a lay Buddhist without a heart, I can copy it, learn its carving techniques, learn from its strengths and weaknesses, and get the most

A precious experience.” As he said that, he took out a carving knife and a piece of log in his arms. The knife fell like flying, and the wood chips fell. In a moment, a vivid portrait was carved, which was the old gatekeeper of the Wu family.

Seeing that he showed this move, Wu Yixiong was suspicious and sighed: "Learn martial arts, fight hard, and bloody every step. It is hard to make a name for himself! You turn to the carving method and avoid the disputes and fights in the world.

A blessing. Come with me!"

Qiao Hui hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you for your adult beauty."

The two of them immediately left the living room and turned around to the outside of a secluded Buddhist temple.

The Wu family Buddhist temple is exquisitely shaped, surrounded by flowers, plants and trees. It is probably because no one has cleaned it for a long time. The eaves are covered with spider webs, the paths are covered with dead leaves, and centipedes and lizards crawl around.

Wu Yixiong said a little embarrassedly: "Since my mother passed away, no one in my family believes in Buddhism anymore. This Buddhist temple is almost abandoned..."

Suddenly, the gate of the Buddhist temple opened, and a young man sneaked out, with a wide mouth and thick eyebrows, tall and strong, holding a bulging gray cloth in his arms. He met Wu Yixiong, and his whole body trembled.

He shouted: "Old man, why are you here?!"

Wu Yixiong was so angry that his shoulders were trembling, he swung his palm and slapped, and scolded, "Little bastard, you are still dead, and you are here to steal things again!"

The young man hugged his head with his hands and did not dare to resist, shouting, "You can't just beat me up? My family is so poor that I'm so poor. If I don't get something to exchange for money, how can I have the face to hang out on the road?"

On the ground, wooden fish, Buddhist beads, incense burners and other objects were exposed.

Wu Yixiong said heartbrokenly: "What's the point of making you have been hiding outside all day long? Can't you find some serious things to do?"

The young man shouted: "You father can't do anything but drink, why should you point fingers at me? Our family is so poor, which one is willing to marry my daughter?"

Wu Yixiong's aura was greatly disappointed, his face was half ashamed and half angry, his arms were slowly lowered, and he swung his sleeves into the Buddhist temple. The young man breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at Qiao Hui curiously, and his eyes rolled.

Continuously, Wu Yixiong turned around in a blink of an eye, swept over directly, and said angrily: "Where has that statue of Guanyin Master gone?"

The young man was sobbing and rubbed his legs and muttered, "The Buddha statue was sold last month."

“Sold?”

"Yes! I sold it to the Gao family in Chengbei."

Wu Yixiong's chest was sore that he almost squirted a mouthful of blood on the spot. He turned to Qiao Hui with a blue face and said, "Hey, I didn't teach my children strictly, and I actually had an ugly incident of stealing Buddha statues by my family, which made my friends laugh at me. That Guanyin was so great.

The statue of a scholar fell into the hands of the Gao family, and I am afraid he will not be able to get it back."

Qiao Hui was very disappointed, thought for a while, and said to the young man: "Dare you ask Brother Wu, can you recommend the buyer to me? Whether the matter is successful or not, Qiao will thank you very much."

The young man's eyes lit up: "Are you serious?"

Qiao Hui smiled at the sky and took out a ingot of silver and threw it to him: "If Brother Wu can convince the other party to transfer the Buddha statue, I will pay you another fifty taels as a reward."

The young man weighed the weight of the silver ingot, smiled like a flower blooming, and slapped his chest and said, "It's great, this matter is bound to me, Wu Dong!"

Wu Yixiong's eyes flashed, he wanted to speak but stopped, but finally he had no choice but to shake his head and stop interfering.

Unlike the Wu family, which was sunny and weak, the Gao family was at its peak. The Gao family is a lineage of Shaolin family in Songshan, with a prosperous population. Many people also serve in the imperial guards. In terms of strength and background, they are well-deserved leaders on Luoyang Road. The head of the family Gao Xuejiang is nicknamed

"Luoyang Hero" is proficient in Shaolin skills and is second only to the Marquis of Yunzhong in the Central Plains. Qiao Hui may have to work hard to get the statue of Guanyin Master from the Gao family.

Qiao Hui and Wu Dong left the old house of Wu and drove to the Gao family together. Halfway through the car, a group of men in blue with tattoos suddenly rushed out of the street. Wu Dong's face changed, like a mouse meeting a cat.

He jumped into the car and ran away, but he was pulled by someone on his back collar and almost fell down. The group took the opportunity to surround him, and his fists and fingers were pinching, and he shouted in a bad shape: "Wu

Dong, I am willing to accept the loss of the bet and pay back the money. Why are you running away?!" "Brother Hua has been lenient for seven days. Where is the money now?" "If you don't have money, you will pay it back with your life!"

Wu Dong bowed and said, "Brothers, I have something to say! Is it good to give me three more days to raise money? Everyone looked up and saw him. Can the monks run away or the temple?"

The group looked at each other and sneered, "If you don't suffer a little, you won't have a memory! Beat!" Suddenly, the fists and feet were like rain, and they beat them up in a crackling manner.

Passersby walked away and sneered in a low voice.

Suddenly, a crisp sound of silver bells sounded: "Stop, don't hit me!" I saw beautiful shadows flashing, and five or six young women walked out of a silk shop on the street, colorful and colorful, with thin and fat swallows.

Yili's face is covered with frost, her eyebrows are standing upside down, and a green shark-skinned sword is hanging on her waist. Her legs are straight and slender, and she is beautiful and graceful.

The group of people stopped fisting with a smile: "Oh, it's the senior high school lady!" "Is it because the senior high school lady feels distressed?"

The senior high school lady pursed her lips tightly, took out a small ingot of gold from her bag, threw it into the middle of the street, and waved her hand impatiently. The group picked up the gold, whistled, and walked away with her back and shoulders.

carry.

Wu Dong got up from the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face. He looked at the beautiful man who was blushing in his eyes. His face turned red and white, and he said embarrassedly: "Sister Lin, I..."

The senior high school lady looked despair and sad, and she said coldly: "Wu Dong, this is the last time I will help you." After that, she turned around and left.

"It's really a mud that can't be supported on the wall!" "The toad wants to eat swan meat!" "This kind of man is not worthy of carrying shoes for Sister Gao!" The other women glanced at Wu Dong with contempt, and talked unscrupulously while walking, placing him with great scruples.

It's worthless.
Chapter completed!