Who moved my novel?

"What is this?" Old Liu's eyes widened, and Tong Kong suddenly shrank.

He quickly touched his waist, and the key with the "holy" pendant was gone.

"When did you steal it?" Old Liu looked at the key chain in the monk's hand nervously.

"Donor, how is my kung fu?"

"You..." Old Liu frowned: "As a disciple of the master, you don't practice the right way of Buddhism, but learn these sneaky and evil ways. Are you worthy of calling the master a master?!"

"Evil ways?" The monk smiled: "Where is the right and wrong in the way? The right and wrong are all here."

As he said, he pointed to his heart.

Then, the monk looked at Old Liu and continued: "I didn't expect that he didn't pass this trick on to you. It seems that he is really disappointed."

"What are you talking about?" Old Liu asked puzzled.

"Do you know what this brand is?" The monk pointed to the "holy" brand in his hand.

"That was the parting gift that the master gave to my father. They fought against foreign enemies together and had a deep friendship!" Old Liu didn't care whether he would dirty the carpet or not. He took a few steps forward to grab the key: "Give it back to me!"

"Then do you know this?" The monk didn't hide and took out a pendant from his chest.

"What is this?" Old Liu was attracted by the pendant and looked at the monk's hand.

It was a pendant that was almost exactly the same as his, except that it was written "Zun".

"Where did this come from?" Old Liu looked at the pendant. He didn't remember seeing the pendant, but he always felt familiar with it.

"Father's, this is you."

"My father's?" Old Liu shook his head: "Impossible, my father doesn't have such a waist pendant, and even if he does, it's impossible to engrave this word on it."

Old Liu is very sure of this.

My father is a low-key person. He is low-key in life and work. He is always cautious and careful in doing things. No matter who he meets, he greets them with a smile. He has never been rampant even once.

Although this sign looks very similar to the master's, it can't be my father's.

Otherwise, the word on it should be "Jun" or "Zheng", but it can't be "Sheng".

"You don't believe it?" The monk laughed: "Then let me ask you, do you know what material this pendant is made of?"

"This..." Lao Liu shook his head: "I don't know."

He has always been curious about this question. The material of the pendant is very special. It looks like metal, but it is not pure color. The color on it has irregular changes.

Lao Liu once thought that it might be made of a piece of scrap iron, but then he thought about it again. What kind of person is the master?

Respected by the world, rich enough to rival a country.

The pendant that the master gave to his friend would not be made of scrap copper and iron no matter what.

"Then let me tell you." The monk sighed and put the two metal pendants together: "This is made of bullet shells."

"Bullet shells?" Lao Liu was a little surprised. He had never thought of this answer.

But it makes sense to think about it. Since my father and the master made great contributions to the fight against the enemy, the pendants made of bullet shells are indeed very commemorative.

"Want to hear the origin of these two pendants?" The monk handed the two pendants to Lao Liu and asked slowly.

"Go ahead." Lao Liu nodded.

Since his father was framed and imprisoned and committed suicide in prison, no one has mentioned his father to him for many years.

"Please sit down." The monk pointed to another futon on the ground: "The story is a bit long."

Lao Liu followed his words, took off his wet coat, and sat on the futon.

"Once upon a time, there were two famous masters in the world."

"One was nicknamed Liuyan, which means to pluck a passing goose, and the other was nicknamed Miaokong, which means to have nothing."

"The two lived in the south and the north, in the east and the west, and were known as the two great thieves."

"But Miaokong was not convinced. In his opinion, no one in the world could compare with him in stealing, so he traveled thousands of miles to the north and found Liuyan."

"But when he saw Liuyan, he was stunned. Why?"

"He, Miaokong, lived in a high-rise building, wore silk and satin, wore gold and silver jewelry, and ate delicacies from the mountains and the sea."

"Look at Liuyan again? A rough man lived in a broken thatched house, wearing coarse cloth clothes, a pair of thousand-layer cloth shoes, and pickled vegetables with white porridge. The porridge was so clear that you could see the bottom of the bowl!"

"At that time, Miaokong thought he had taken a wrong path, and walked forward. He started a conversation and asked the man: "Excuse me, does Liu Yan live here?"

"The man looked up at him with a smile: "Excuse me, sir, what do you want to see Liu Yan for?"

"At that time, Miaokong didn't understand what Liu Yan meant, and said in a daze: "I have to see him in person before I can tell you."

"The man who was drinking porridge smiled and stood up: "I am Liu Yan, sir, what advice do you have?"

"Miaokong was really shocked. He never thought that this northern thief saint would live so poorly."

"Fortunately, he didn't forget his purpose, and quickly bowed: "I am Miaokong. I have heard of your great name for a long time. I came to ask for advice. I hope we can compare who is better. Of course, I don't want to monopolize the title of thief saint. No matter whether you win or lose, you are still a thief saint."

"In Miaokong's mind, he was sure to win, so he spoke with a lot of arrogance unconsciously."

"However, what he never expected was that Liu Yan just smiled and took out two gold bracelets from under the table: The name of this Thief Saint is the love of the villagers. I am just a little thief who steals chickens and dogs. What do you call me? Holy? Since we are traveling together, you can take the things back."

"It wasn't until Liu Yan pushed the bracelet in front of Miao Kong that Miao Kong was horrified to realize that it was actually the bracelet on his hand!"

Old Liu was stunned for a moment. He had heard this story from his father, but he didn't mention the names of the two thieves.

"The two people you are talking about can't be..." Old Liu couldn't believe it, but is it really such a coincidence?

"Yes, Miaokong is naturally my master. After my master became a monk, his name was Miaokong. And that Liuyan, do you know who it is?"

"Is it my father?" Old Liu still couldn't believe it.

"Yes." The monk nodded: "His real name is Liu Yan."

"What about these two brands?" Old Liu was already a little convinced. In fact, when he was a child, there were always some dignitaries visiting his home. Now that he thinks about it, it is indeed against common sense.

"Speaking of these two brands, we have to talk about the war." The monk turned to look out the window: "The prosperity of this world is also due to the contribution of these two elders, especially your father."

"Back then, when the master looked at the pair of tables, his role changed instantly. He was also a thief saint, but he didn't even know when your father took action, and it was twice!"

"Master made a decision right away. He doesn't want the title of Thief Saint!"