Jun Shao's Transit Wife

Chapter 163 My hands are itchy and I want to beat someone up! 【2 more】

At this time, An Chen was tied up with a rope on a mountain.

His face was covered with a black cloth. He was sitting on a stone, leaning against the stone wall, with a straw in his mouth, and said, "What do you mean by tying me up like this? I can still steal your How many stones?"

"That's hard to say, my things are all treasures." A gray-haired old man walked out of the cave with a smile.

Then he untied An Chen and tore off the black cloth on his face.

An Chen stood up and moved his hands and feet, looked at the old man in front of him, and said: "You old man is not interesting at all, you don't know how to share and share good things, and you tied me outside, I seem to smell chicken legs just now It smells so good, you still steal it."

"Grandpa." The white-haired old man said.

An Chen stared at the white-haired old man and said, "My grandfather doesn't look like you."

"Then do you remember what your grandfather looked like? You don't have any usual memories." The white-haired old man said with a smile.

"Anyway, you don't look like me, my grandfather would definitely not steal chicken legs and not give them to me." An Chen said.

The white-haired old man laughed even happier. He was sitting next to An Chen, and was about to poke An Chen's arm, but An Chen avoided him, "Don't touch me, I don't like people touching me."

"You kid, you have serious cleanliness." The white-haired old man laughed.

He looked at An Chen with a blue face and said, "How old do you think I am? If you guess right, I'll give you chicken legs."

"Really? Don't let me guess right, you won't give me food." An Chen said.

"Look at you, can I lie to you as a child at my age?" the white-haired old man pretended to be unhappy.

"Then let me guess?" An Chen rubbed his chin and looked at the white-haired old man in front of him. After looking at it for a long time, he said, "80 years old?"

The white-haired old man laughed at that time, as if he was very happy, he quickly took out the roasted chicken leg that was poked with bamboo from behind, handed it to An Chen, and said, "Eat it."

An Chen quickly took the chicken leg and ate it. He said while eating, "Is my guess so accurate?"

"Hahaha, no, but I like to hear it." The white-haired old man said happily.

An Chen glanced at him, thinking that the old man was very strange.

This is the fourth time he has seen this old man. The first time he met this old man was when he came here accidentally. At that time, the old man was sitting where he was sitting and reading the newspaper. Scared by the strange appearance, he beckoned him to pass.

After he woke up for the second time, he thought of the old man and ran to look for him. He didn't expect that the old man was still here. The third time and this time, he also ran over. The old man seemed to be waiting for him deliberately. Like, every time I come here.

"You really only remember about No.15?" the white-haired old man asked.

An Chen nodded and then shook his head again, "No, I forgot when I suddenly remembered the matter of No.15. I didn't even remember the matter of No. 15 before."

"Your situation is quite strange, and you never thought about curing it?" the white-haired old man asked.

"Are you asking me about a person who can only be awake for one day?" An Chen said as he took a bite of the chicken leg.

The white-haired old man smiled, "That's right, your situation should be a normal problem that you need to solve."

"That's right, I only have one day. If I don't enjoy it, why worry about those annoying things!" An Chen said.

"You're quite interesting, kid." The white-haired old man smiled, looked at An Chen and said, "Believe it or not, I know you when you were normal."

"Really?" An Chen squinted at the white-haired old man and asked.

"Of course, it's fake, but you don't know me. You look like a person in normal times, and you are not a good person." The white-haired old man said.

An Chen was dumbfounded, "Could it be that I am a bad person in normal times?"

"Hahaha, I don't know, I haven't been in contact with you, but the monk in Yixing likes you very much, and the people he likes are usually not bad, so I like you too." The white-haired old man saw An Chen's dazed look suddenly felt very cute, and he couldn't help but reach out to poke An Chen's face, but seeing that An Chen's face was full of oil, he retracted his outstretched fingers with disgust.

"Then why don't you get in touch with me? See what kind of person I am, and tell me when NO.15 is next month." An Chen said.

"Let's talk about it when we have a chance." The white-haired old man said.

An Chen didn't care either, anyway, he didn't remember whether the old man could find him or not.

"By the way, who is the great monk you are talking about? Does he like me very much? How about you tell me where he is, and I will go find him then." An Chen asked.

"He's in a place called Xincheng Temple in Longcheng City." The white-haired old man said.

"Xincheng Temple." An Chen remembered it in his heart.

After eating the chicken legs, the white-haired old man handed An Chen a book, and he said: "From now on, I will come here on NO. Then I will take you to Xuandao."

"Practice?" An Chen looked at the book and said, "I've been to Xuandao, so I don't need you to bring it, but I'm very interested in your book."

"Yo? Have you ever been to Xuandao?" The white-haired old man was a little surprised.

"I've been to many places, and you won't believe me if I tell you. Although I only have one day, I can do a lot of things." An Chen kicked his leg and said, "I'm very fast."

The white-haired old man didn't really understand how fast An Chen spoke, he said: "Since you are interested in this book, then I will teach you well."

"No problem! Grandpa is here, please be respected by your grandson." An Chen shouted with insight.

The white-haired old man suddenly became cheerful, and then began to give An Chen pointers.

An Chen stayed with the white-haired old man for two hours and was about to leave. The white-haired old man asked, "Where are you going?"

An Chen went down the mountain and said, "I don't know, you can go wherever you want."

As soon as An Chen finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the sight of the white-haired old man. The white-haired old man closed his eyes and lay down. About an hour later, he woke up again, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. Then he opened his mouth: "Why does Chenchen hypnotize me every time before leaving?"

The master Yixing on the other end of the phone said: "He didn't hypnotize you, it's just that he was too fast and you were stunned by him."

The white-haired old man: . . . . . .

A group of masters seemed to have seen the bewildered look of the white-haired old man over there, couldn't help smiling and hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, a group of masters looked out the window with a smile on their kind faces, "We're going to meet again."

About half an hour later, a group of masters got up and left the meditation room. When they came to the back door of the temple alone, they saw a sneaky figure. He smiled and watched the other person approaching slowly, and then said, "Here you are?"

An Chen, who was wearing a bear-shaped doll costume and a doll headgear, was taken aback at the time, and quickly looked up, "You, who are you, why are you standing here so scary?"

He knew that his appearance was different from other people, and sometimes he would wear something to disguise himself, so as not to be surrounded by people and cause unnecessary commotion.

"Don't remember me?" Master Yixing said with a smile.

"I don't remember, we knew each other?" Suddenly An Chen remembered what the white-haired old man said, he looked at Master Yixing and said, "Could it be that you are the great monk that the old man said?"

A group of masters nodded and said, "Come in with me."

An Chen said "Oh" and followed a group of masters into the room.

An Chen didn't see anyone along the way, so he didn't wear a hood, and took it off and carried it in his hand.

"Where are you taking me?" An Chen asked.

A group of masters did not answer, but just walked ahead and came to his meditation room.

After entering, An Chen put down the hood in his hand, and sat cross-legged with a group of masters facing each other.

"You really know me in normal times?" An Chen asked.

"In the past, even if your appearance changed, there would be no problem with your memory. You became like this later." Master Yixing said.

"Really? Is there any way to restore me?" An Chen asked.

A group of masters shook their heads, "Let it be."

An Chen was a little disappointed. Seeing him like this, a group of masters couldn't help asking: "Why? Do you have something on your mind? Or do you mean you don't want to live a day like this?"

An Chen shook his head, "I just feel lonely. I'm thinking that maybe I can't remember anything wrong. I must remember a lot of friends. I can go and play with them."

"No, when the memory is really good, you still won't go to them. After all, you have your concerns." Master Yixing said.

When An Chen thought of himself like this, he knew what Master Xingyi meant. He patted the headgear in his hand and said, "Forget it, let it be. Now I suddenly want to find someone to fight, and my hands are itchy."

"No. 57, Xiyuan Road, Old Town, Kyoto. Go there and find this man. He will beat you up casually. Remember not to let him see your face." A group of masters handed An Chen a photo.

An Chen reached out to take the photo, got up and walked out, then stopped and looked back at a group of masters, and said, "Are you sure you don't want to stop me? I beat people very hard, maybe it will kill someone." .”

"It's okay, this man has done a lot of evil, it's better to beat him up and throw him to the police station, just remember not to let anyone see your face, or it will bring trouble to you." Master Yiyi repeatedly urged.

"Okay, I'll remember! You're an interesting monk, I'll come to you next time!" After speaking, An Chen put on a hood and went out.

A group of masters who did not fall asleep like Wu Zhongheng, Xi Mingye, and the white-haired old man smiled and shook their heads, saying: "This child..."

Xi Tian and the others walked around that place several times, but they couldn't find where Han Yun might go, so they had to go back and report to Xi Mingye. At this time, Xi Xia saw that the door of an old house was not closed, and there were constant noises inside. There was a smell of blood, and he immediately pulled Xi Tian's clothes and said, "Brother Tian, ​​look at the smell of blood here, it must be because someone was injured!"

Xi Tian also noticed something was wrong, he said with a wary look: "Go in and have a look!"