C287 The Mud Bodhisattva Crossed the River

When Fan Xuechuan and Huang Chengzong were trying their best to find Old Root, none of them had expected Old Root to be hiding in a run-down temple on Mount Wulan, living a leisurely life.

This run-down temple. It was not big, only two rooms. It had been abandoned for a long time. As for how long it had been, no one could say for sure. In any case, no one had lived here for a long time.

Last summer, Old Root had come to Mount Wulan to pick up trash and encountered a rainstorm. Only then did he accidentally discover this dilapidated temple that had been abandoned for a long time. Seeing that no one lived here, he simply tidied it up and became his second home in Daan County.

That night, after Zhang Fujia left, he stared at the black and slippery disk for a very long time. Finally, he vaguely realized that it might be a treasure.

With this understanding, Old Root's mind underwent a huge change. He decided not to give this treasure to Qiao Zhong anymore. Instead, he would hide it for now. After he found out the market price, he would sell it at a high price to people who knew what it was.

At the same time, based on his many years of experience at the bottom of society, he had a feeling that Zhang Fujia had been a thief for a long time. In the end, the paper couldn't cover the fire. There would definitely be a day when he would be caught by the police. When that time came, everything would be over.

Now that he had taken this treasure, it would not be safe to stay here any longer. Therefore, he decided to leave the courtyard that he had stayed in for more than ten years. He would return after the news had spread.

Therefore, he didn't hesitate to leave. When dawn broke, Old Root hid the plate in his bag and hurried out. Unexpectedly, just as he left the house, he met his old neighbor, Old Man Zhang Fuzhen.

It was not good for him to have a good relationship with Old Man Zhang. It was also good for him to have a bad relationship with Old Man Zhang. He was just like the other neighbors, calm and indifferent. Sometimes, when they ran into each other, they would chat for a while.

Old Man Zhang's home was not far from here, and it was often bright in the morning. Taking advantage of the fresh air, he would take a stroll by the Yellow River. That morning, when he saw Old Root's hurried expression, he casually asked, Why did you go to collect trash so early in the morning?

Old Root's heart tightened, and he casually lied. His hometown had something to do, so he called him and told him to hurry back. After he finished speaking, he ignored Old Man Zhang and hurriedly left.

He knew that this Old Zhang had nothing to do all day long, so he liked to gossip and worry about other people's matters. The news of him returning to Jing'an in an urgent matter would soon spread.

Last night, Old Man took advantage of the hazy night to walk down Mt. Wulan without anyone noticing. Along a small path, he went to the city to buy some daily necessities and also to improve his food.

While eating in a very remote restaurant, he heard from the boss and his wife that a robbery had happened in Fan Wenbin's house, a rich man of Daan. He had lost a lot of gold, silver, and treasures. There was also a priceless cultural relic. The police were currently on a wanted list of the children, and the news was very close.

When he heard this, Old Root was very nervous, but he also felt very fortunate. He had made the right decision to leave his residence that day, and it was a very wise decision. Otherwise, he would have been arrested by the police long ago.

Thus, in the following days, he did not dare to take a single step out of Mount Wulan. He spent all day picking up rubbish around the temple. At the same time, in order to not attract attention, his face was dirty all day long, and his clothes were tattered. He looked like an abnormal person.

Of course, his phone had long been turned off. Since the morning when he left his residence, Old Root's phone had been switched off. No one could get through to him. There were more than 300,000 people living in Da An County. No one would notice if there was one less person collecting trash.

Today was the 15th day of the lunar calendar. After a long period of gloominess, the weather finally became clear. The sun hung in midair. The bright and warm sunlight scattered across the mountains. Even though there was still the cold wind blowing from time to time, it made people feel much more cheerful and comfortable compared to the past.

Early in the morning, there were many kind men and women who ignored the cold and agreed to come to White Cloud Temple to participate in this gathering. These men and women were all fans of the head of White Cloud Temple, Zhen Yangzi.

Old Root was wearing a worn-out cotton coat. He straightened his collar and covered half of his face. He mixed himself in the crowd and picked up the abandoned water bottles. He watched the performance of these good men and women while paying close attention to whether there were people he knew.

Over the past few days, the sound of the wind was very tight. It made Old Root feel very nervous. Even when he slept at night, he felt very uneasy. There were even a few times when he woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night.

It seemed like he could not stay here any longer. After White Cloud Temple held the 15th temple fair, he had to quickly move to another place. Otherwise, even if he wasn't caught by the police, he would still be scared to death.

Through the window that was filled with wind, he looked at the lonely moon that appeared and disappeared in the sky. Old Root, who had lost all his sleepiness, sat on the clay bed and tightly hugged the quilt. At the same time, a trace of fear rose in his heart, and he also made this decision.

At this moment, a burst of applause and cheers suddenly erupted from the surrounding crowd. Under the sunlight, it was very loud and clear. Old Root hurriedly stuffed a few mineral water bottles into the garbage bag and looked up.

Today, Daoist Priest ZhenYangzi seemed very excited as he put on a new set of clothes. The black Daoist robe made him look even more mysterious. The moment he walked out of the Three Clarities Palace of the Daoist temple, he welcomed a very loud cheer, causing ZhenYangzi to feel as though he was floating in the air.

This was the largest pageant that he had held since he became the highest sect master of White Cloud Temple. He wanted to take advantage of this great opportunity to gather his followers. He wanted to teach Taoists how to cultivate their bodies in public to attract more people to join White Cloud Temple.

To be honest, this strong desire. . . He already had it, but he had to wait for a very suitable opportunity. Now, the 15th day of the lunar calendar had finally arrived. As the sect head of the largest Daoist temple on both sides of the Yellow River, Zhenyang Zi would not miss this opportunity to display his profound cultivation to his heart's content.

In the past few years, as the standard of living greatly increased, people paid great attention to their health, especially the healthcare and health maintenance method. It was very popular in the urban and rural areas, attracting many people, especially those old people with empty minds.

Zhen Yangzi had long discovered this business opportunity with great potential, so he took advantage of the opportunity to hold the 15th temple fair to personally talk about the traditional body maintenance method of Taoism to further increase the reputation of White Cloud Temple and attract more people to join Taoism.

Seeing Zhenzi Yangzi walk out in high spirits and extraordinary bearing, Old Root could not help but feel a strong sense of worship in his heart. In his subconscious mind, regardless of whether it was the Coiling Dragon Temple's Old Monk Kong or the Baiyun Temple's Daoist Priest Zhenyang Zi, they were all very mysterious figures.

Just as he was in a daze and staring blankly at the ZhenYangzi who was spitting out lotus flowers on the high platform, suddenly, his shoulder was slapped by someone. He hurriedly turned his head to take a look and could not help but be stunned.

"Zhang Fujia, why are you here?" After a long time, Old Root finally reacted. He tried his best to suppress his pounding heart and asked anxiously, "When did you come?"

Zhang Fujia chuckled and said casually, "Master Root, I've been looking for you for a long time, but I haven't seen you. " He asked again: "Where have you been these few days?"

This made Old Gen even more nervous. He hurriedly pulled Zhang Fujia to a secluded place and asked, Where have you been? "Didn't you get arrested by the police? Why did you run out again?"

The news of Zhang Fujia being taken away by the police was told by Old Root by a few people who were touring Wulan Mountain. One day, he picked up trash along the way and found a pavilion halfway up the mountain.

There, a few tourists were sitting there. While they were resting, they were excitedly discussing the matter of the rich man, Fan Wenbin's family, being stolen. They were in high spirits and attracted Old Root's special attention.

All of you don't know the inside story. A very sturdy man drank a drink and loudly said, According to my friends in the Public Security Bureau, that thief entered Fan Wenbin's house in the middle of the night, mainly to steal that plate.

Seeing that everyone was staring at him and listening very seriously, the man became more and more energetic. It was said that this plate was a very precious cultural relic. When Fan Wenbin got it, it was hidden in his own house.

Later, for some unknown reason, the news was leaked. When a lone wolf thief found out, he sent his disciple to sneak into Fan Wenbin's house and stole it without anyone knowing.

The child thief caught by the Public Security Bureau was not a real lone wolf thief, but his disciple, Zhang Fujia. All of this was said by Zhang Fujia. As for the lone wolf thief, he had already left with the treasure.

These words made Old Root's heart jump. Only then did he know that Zhang Fujia had been taken away by the Public Security Bureau. However, this was also within his expectations. In this line of work, there would be such a day sooner or later.

Now, at White Cloud Temple's 15th temple fair, suddenly seeing Zhang Fujia, how could Old Root not be shocked? Fan Wenbin was a famous tycoon in Daan County. His family being stolen was naturally explosive news, and it would also attract the attention of society and the police.

At this moment, seeing Old Root's shocked expression, Zhang Fujia could not help but laugh. He said in a nonchalant tone, "Police catching thieves is like a cat catching a mouse. It's only right and proper, what's so strange about it? Didn't I come out perfectly fine?

That night, in the interrogation room of the Public Security Bureau, after Zhang Fujia finished explaining the situation of stealing Fan Wenbin's house, he was sent to another room. Not long after, this kid fell asleep in a daze. He slept very soundly, not much different from a dead pig.

The next morning, he was brought to the courtyard again. A female police officer sternly told him that it was fine, you can leave now. However, you have to remember that you can't steal anything anymore. Otherwise, he would send you to prison to eat.

After leaving the Public Security Bureau, Zhang Fujia did not go to find Old Gen. Instead, he ran to a restaurant and ordered a few good dishes. He also ordered a bottle of beer and happily ate and drank.

The few gold and silver jewelry that he stole from Fan Wenbin's house was sold to a local jewelry store at a very cheap price, earning him a few hundred yuan. With money, he had to take care of his own stomach first. This was his usual practice.

After eating and drinking, Zhang Fujia bought a few mantous and some cooked meat for his mother. Then, he went to look for Old Gen to see if there were any other people like Fan Wenbin's family who were worth stealing.

However, he did not expect that there was an iron lock tightly hanging on the door of Old Root's small courtyard. After asking around, he found out that Old Root had not returned for a few days. It seemed that he had returned to his hometown.

After Old Root left, Zhang Fujia felt very empty. Ever since they met Old Root, the two of them had a very happy cooperation. Even though he knew that if he sold the things he stole, the money he would get would definitely be much more than what Old Root gave him, he still felt that it was very worth it.

These days, Zhang Fujia had to go to Old Root's courtyard a few times every day, hoping that Old Root would come back a day earlier, but every time he went, the door would be tightly locked, which made him very disappointed.

Today, after learning that the Wulan Mountain's White Cloud Temple was holding a temple fair, Zhang Fujia immediately decided to take a walk around and take advantage of the chaos to see if there was anything he could take with him.

However, what he didn't expect was that he unexpectedly met Old Root at the temple fair. Moreover, Old Root had become even more unkempt than before, and his entire body was dirty. He was like a neurotic patient, and he almost couldn't recognize him.

"What did the police ask you? What did you say?" At this moment, Old Root was most concerned about what Zhang Fujia said to the police after she was caught, as well as the police's movements.

Seeing Old Root's impatient look, Zhang Fujia found it very funny. In his impression, Old Root was very bold. He had been in Da An County for so many years. Who was he afraid of?

Thus, he smiled and said lightly, "Master Gen, you don't have to worry. I didn't say anything. " Then, he said proudly: "I have plenty of ways to deal with those policemen. "

Old Root did not believe Zhang Fujia's words at all. If he did not say anything about the theft of Fan Wenbin's family, then why were all the rumors in society related to this area? And he even said that he had a nose and eyes?

Looks like this kid sold me out. When he thought up to here, Old Root was suddenly shocked. Now, this kid will be out very soon. Could it be that the police purposely released him to find me?

Hence, Old Root smiled and said, "Good kid, you didn't confess me. You have the guts. " Then, he said, "Fu Jia, there's no one in the Three Pure Halls right now. There are a few bags that are bulging. Hurry up and go. I'll stay here and watch for you.

When Zhang Fu Jia heard this, he was first stunned. When he saw that Old Root's expression was very serious and that he didn't seem to be joking, he was secretly delighted. It seemed that coming to White Cloud Temple today was the right choice. Not only did he find Old Root, he could also make a fortune.

Seeing that Zhang Fujia believed his words and happily squeezed into the crowd and disappeared, Old Root could not help but sneer. He thought to himself, Kid, with such a cowardly appearance, you still want to be an informant for the police?

Then, he picked up the garbage bag and pretended to be very serious about picking up the trash. Step by step, he walked along a small path in the forest that was trampled by the tourists and left the crowd very calmly.