I have to say, an old maid has her own advantages.

These maids and servants have lived with Yin Wenjiao in this dangerous place for thirteen years and have long been accustomed to a life of fear.

Now, seeing the handsome monk suddenly kill people, they were extremely shocked, but after they came to their senses, they only looked terrified and did not scream uncontrollably like ordinary women.

This made it convenient for Nie Changchuan, as he didn't have to knock them out before they screamed.

So, the maid standing by the window quickly came to the bed and joined the maid standing in front of the bed.

The two women each took out a sharp dagger, their bodies trembling, but they looked at Nie Changchuan with firm eyes.

In comparison, the maid standing next to Nie Changchuan was much inferior.

After she came to her senses, her slender hands trembled and she dropped the copper basin to the ground.

Fortunately, Nie Changchuan was quick-witted and caught it with his foot, then placed it on the ground.

**Yin Wenjiao seemed to be able to see the scene outside through the bed curtains.

She was silent for a moment, then asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"

Nie Changchuan held a Zen stick in his hand and said softly, "Amitabha, my Buddhist name is Xuanzang, and I am a disciple of Elder Fa Ming from Jinshan Temple. I came here to cure your physical and mental illness."

Yin Wenjiao asked: "If you came here to treat illness, why did you suddenly kill people?"

Nie Changchuan smiled and said, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Yin Wenjiao said: "I heard that monks don't tell lies..."

Nie Changchuan nodded and said, "That's the truth."

After that, he said in a serious tone: "To be honest, I don't like the way this old man looks at you."

When these words were spoken, not only Yin Wenjiao who was behind the bed curtain, but even the three maids in the room were stunned.

When they came to their senses, the three maids looked at them strangely, as if they had misunderstood something.

Nie Changchuan didn't care at all and continued, "Your illness originates from your heart and manifests itself in your body. It cannot be cured by ordinary medicine. If you want to cure it, you need to find the root cause and use a miraculous prescription to treat it."

Hearing this, the three maids were all startled.

Yin Wenjiao was silent for a long time, then asked in a trembling voice, "What's the plan?"

Nie Changchuan smiled and said, "I have a letter written in blood and a sweat shirt, which can guarantee that your illness will be cured without treatment!"

“Shua——”

The white satin bed curtains were suddenly drawn open, revealing a beautiful woman's face that was so rosy that it looked a little sickly.

She opened her eyes wide, ignored the bloody body on the ground, looked at Nie Changchuan and asked excitedly: "Where is the blood letter, where is the sweat shirt?"

Nie Changchuan took out the box he was carrying and opened it. Sure enough, there was a blood letter and a sweat shirt inside.

The maid courageously took the box, walked quickly to the bed, and handed the box to the mistress.

Yin Wenjiao took it quickly and took out the blood letter with trembling fingers. After verifying it, her eyes were red and she left two lines of tears. She hugged the blood letter and the sweatshirt in her arms, and then cast a hopeful look at Nie Changchuan.

"Master...where is my son?"

“…”

The smile on Nie Changchuan's face froze, and he sighed and said helplessly: "It's far away in the sky, but it's right in front of us."

After the words were spoken, the expected touching scene of mother and son recognizing each other did not happen.

Yin Wenjiao and the three maids all looked at him in surprise, as if they were afraid to recognize him.

Nie Changchuan's face was filled with black lines, and the warmth and emotion that had just emerged in his heart disappeared in an instant.

Yin Wenjiao hesitated and said, "Master, don't joke. My child is only thirteen years old now. He is still a child. How could he..."

Before she could finish her words, Yin Wenjiao's voice suddenly stopped.

The handsome monk took off his shoes and socks, revealing his left foot with a missing little toe.

Yin Wenjiao opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at the place where his finger was broken. Suddenly, she fumbled around her body in a panic, and finally took out a sachet from her waist, and took out a small broken finger from it.

Comparing the two, it's true...how can they match!

Nie Changchuan sighed and said, "Mom, we must abide by the Basic Law when collecting evidence. It would be fine if you left a scar on my body, but why did you have to bite off my toes?"

"I am also a human being and I will grow up. How can I possibly match the toes of this baby..."

Hearing Nie Changchuan's words, Yin Wenjiao felt extremely ashamed.

But at the same time, she finally accepted Nie Changchuan's identity in her heart.

"It's really you..."

Yin Wenjiao collapsed on the bed, staring at the tall young monk with infatuated eyes. Finally, she saw a trace of her former husband Chen Guangrui in his handsome features.

Nie Changchuan sighed, came to the bed, knelt on his knees, and said softly: "The child is late."

Yin Wenjiao finally couldn't help it, she stretched out her arms and hugged her son's head, tears streaming down her face, crying loudly.

The three maids were so shocked by this sudden turn of events that they looked at each other in bewilderment, not knowing whether to raise or put down the daggers in their hands.

After a long time, Yin Wenjiao reluctantly let go of her beloved son, only to find with horror that Nie Changchuan's face was covered with white marks.

"What's going on?"

Yin Wenjiao looked panicked and subconsciously raised her hand to touch Nie Changchuan's cheek.

But at this moment, the invisible spikes appeared again, leaving more white marks on Nie Changchuan's face.

It was not until then that Yin Wenjiao realized what was happening. She quickly retracted her hand and looked at Nie Changchuan with a distressed look on her face.

Nie Changchuan turned his hand and grabbed his mother's wrist, ignoring the pricking sensation, and said with a smile: "It's okay, my child has mastered the magical power and is thick-skinned enough. The precious clothes on mother can't hurt me."

Hearing the word "precious clothes", Yin Wenjiao was stunned.

"…You know everything?"

"certainly."

Nie Changchuan nodded, and a hint of golden light suddenly appeared in his originally dark eyes.

As soon as he entered the room, he discovered that his adopted mother did not have any strange disease.

The reason why it cannot be touched or grasped is because she, like the Golden Saint Palace Goddess in Journey to the West, received a thorny robe from a master.

With this treasure, the impostor Liu Hong will not be able to touch Yin Wenjiao.

But Nie Changchuan couldn't figure out who would do such a thing.

...Could it be Buddhism?

Impossible!

For the sake of the grand plan of Journey to the West, the Buddhists would probably like to see Yin Wenjiao being taken advantage of by bandits and eventually committing suicide calmly after escaping from the predicament. In this way, Chen Xuanzang would be free of worries and be able to better fulfill the role of a pilgrim seeking the scriptures.

Is that Taoism, or heaven?

That's not right, it's never written like this in the original book...

Nie Changchuan was puzzled, and the current situation did not allow him to think too much about it.

Yin Wenjiao quickly took off the precious robe, stroked Nie Changchuan's cheek with tears in her eyes, and asked him about his experiences over the past thirteen years.

Nie Changchuan came back to his senses and told everyone his past.

Hearing that he was rescued by Elder Fa Ming of Jinshan Temple, Yin Wenjiao was extremely excited. But when she heard that the Buddha had appeared and the dragon had granted her power, her expression became relieved yet slightly complicated.

After Nie Changchuan finished his story, Yin Wenjiao held his hand tightly and said excitedly: "It turns out that it is the blessing of the Buddha. No wonder you can grow so tall and strong at the age of thirteen..."

"However, as a monk, you actually ignored the rules and regulations. You are too rebellious, kid."

At this point, Yin Wenjiao paused and sobbed, "To be honest, it's my fault for not teaching you well. I see that you are not used to this life of worshipping Buddhas and ancient Buddhas. How about this? After this, I will personally take you to Jinshan Temple to thank the Buddha and Master Faming. Then you can return to secular life and I will find you a lady from a wealthy family..."

"etc!"

Seeing Yin Wenjiao chattering non-stop, Nie Changchuan quickly interrupted and said, "There's no rush for this matter. Mother, you should first think about how to get out of this predicament!"

"Simple!"

Yin Wenjiao said softly: "I will write you a letter. You should leave now and go to the capital Chang'an to find your grandfather Yin Kaishan. He will have a way to help me escape."

Hearing Yin Wenjiao's words, Nie Changchuan was somewhat confused.

"Since mother had already calculated this, why didn't she do this before?"

Yin Wenjiao sighed, grabbed Nie Changchuan's hand and whispered, "Although that thief Liu is cruel and ruthless, he is also a smart man. He impersonated your father and took office for thirteen years, and no one could find the flaw. This shows that he is very capable."

"After gaining a firm foothold in Jiangzhou City, Liu the thief called all his old brothers over, gave them positions, and promised them wealth and honor. He won over a large number of people, and even had many of his spies in the government offices."

"I am just a weak woman. The only people I can boss around are my old sisters who depend on me for survival. How can I fight him?"

"Fortunately, the heavens took pity on me and the Buddha blessed me. A monk who was sweeping the floor at Jiaoshan Temple saw my plight and gave me a precious robe."

"With this precious robe, that thief Liu and his bandits will not be able to hurt me. As long as I want, I can leave Jiangzhou City and go to the capital for help."

"But the devil is always stronger than the good. That thief Liu knows that I have a kind heart, and he threatened the lives of my sisters and trapped me in the mansion of the prefect."

At this point, Yin Wenjiao changed her tone and said contemptuously: "Over the years, he has been looking for masters and monks, trying to use magic to break the precious clothes on my body, but he overlooked an important premise-"

"How can someone who can be moved by money be a true hermit?"

"I see."

Nie Changchuan nodded and asked softly, "Is the sweeping monk from Jiaoshan Temple still here?"

Yin Wenjiao shook her head: "I heard that he died eight years ago."

Eight years ago...

Hearing this familiar time point, Nie Changchuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if he had grasped some key information.

At this moment, Yin Wenjiao glanced at the sky outside the window and said quickly: "It's getting late, you should leave. If you wait for that thief Liu to bring his men back, then..."

"No problem!"

Nie Changchuan stood up with a smile, took two quick steps, pulled out the Zen stick stuck in the ground, turned around and said with a smile: "Mother, have you forgotten that I have the teachings of the Buddha and the Heavenly Dragon, and now my magical power has been perfected. How can a mere bandit be my opponent!"

"Mother, please stay and watch me kill the thief. I will use his flesh and blood to avenge my father's death!"