The next day, everyone was ready to set off. Hong Yingtao was holding a new robe and was about to look for Yuanxing, but she did not see him in the crowd. Just as she was about to ask, Master Mingguang's gate was pushed open.

The old monk led a group of monks out.

"Huh?" Someone among the craftsmen exclaimed.

Only then did everyone realize that there was a monk behind Master Mingguang.

The monk was tall and thin, handsome, and his blue monk's robe was set off with fair skin and had a unique temperament. He put his hands together and his robe was slanted, and his body seemed to be a little more solemn.

Everyone recognizes this person, Xiao Qin, who is very good at martial arts but has a good temper, always smiles on weekdays.

Hong Yingtao walked to Yuan Xing like a loss of soul, and after a while, he said in panic: "You, where is your hair? Did you shave the old monk?"

Yuan Xing smiled and said softly: "Silly girl, there is no such person as Qin Kong in this world, but only monk Yuan Xing."

"What's the point of being a monk? Or did I scare you last night. If you don't want to marry me, why don't you marry me?" Cherry just said to himself, and wanted to go forward to pull him.

Yuan Xing took a step back, avoided her pull, lowered her eyes and smiled slightly: "I am a monk who was slandered at the age of five and has been a monk for nearly twenty years. It has nothing to do with the donor."

Cherry shook his head, but seemed to be unable to listen to his words, and only stared at him: "What's wrong with me? I haven't disliked you for being lazy and poor."

Yuan Xing turned his head, avoiding her scorching gaze, but the smile on his face had never changed.

Cherry seemed to have thought of something, and panickedly picked up his robe and gestured in front of Yuan Xing, muttering to himself: "It seems a bit big, I, I will take it back and change it..." But he couldn't say a word, wiped his tears, and staggered away.

"Oh!" The old painter saw everything in his eyes, sighed heavily, and chased after him.

"A bad fate." Old monk Mingguang also shook his head, his eyes deep, as if he had thought of something, and he looked sighing. After a while, he suddenly said quietly: "Actually, Buddhism comes and goes freely. Donor Xiao Hong is a good girl, why don't you consider it?"

As soon as he said this, his eldest disciple Wuche's face changed drastically. He never thought that the master, who had always been glorious, would say such words.

Yuan Xing was just staring at the direction where the Cherry Girl left, and gradually the smile that had been maintaining on her face also dissipated...

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After this incident happened, the atmosphere on the road became subtle.

Yuan Xing never came to the craftsmen's team again. He only stayed with a group of monks on weekdays, walking, chanting scriptures, meditating, and listening to lectures. He was arranged every day.

Hong Yingtaoyin rarely appears in the team. Occasionally, when they get close, the two of them look at each other and avoid them, as if they have become strangers to each other.

Apart from this, the journey went smoothly and there were no accidents again.

When they arrived at Master Mingguang's temple, everyone had to separate.

Before leaving, the old painter found Yuanxing, stared at him with a complicated expression for a long time, sighed and took out a bag, which he could not refuse at all, stuffed it into his hand and turned around and left.

Yuan Xing stayed with the bag for a long time before finding Mingguang and Wuche. He asked them to have the opportunity to take care of Cherry and his daughter, and then offered to say goodbye.

Master Mingguang was going to leave him as a disciple, but he was determined to leave and no longer forced him to take a scroll.

Yuan Xing was shocked when he saw this thing, because the scroll was very similar to the magical scroll dug out from Tianchan Temple.

Seeing him in surprise, Master Mingguang only smiled mysteriously, and did not explain to him. He waved his hand and started to chase people...

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Yuan Xing returned to his modern residence and looked at the time. It turned out to be the early morning of the fifth day. This time he traveled through the parallel world and stayed for less than two months, but the time in the modern world was two days longer than the three months in the Northern Song Dynasty. It seems that the time flow rate in the world is very different.

"This time there is magical power, but the Northern Song Dynasty did not. Is it because of this? Or is it related to the different intensity of the world's spiritual energy?" He could only make a guess in his mind. The cold war with Jin Chan is still in progress, so he doesn't have to expect him to answer.

As usual, he took out his cell phone to report his safety to his home, and then returned to the call from the Supervisor's Office. Then he let out a long sigh. He put the scroll aside and took out the things given by the old painter.

When I opened the bag, I saw a pair of Xinna cloth shoes, and a green robe was quietly stacked underneath, with fine stitches, which showed that I was very careful.

He looked at these, and a petite figure quietly holding on to the needle and thread seemed to appear in front of him.

"Silly girl..." Shaking his head and chuckled. He carefully tied the bag tightly and found a cabinet to put it on.

When he stood up, he happened to see the big Zen word hanging on the wall. He was stunned for a long time. For some reason, everything that happened over the years after becoming a monk was passed in his mind. These memories were lingering and he hated them very much. He forced himself to lower his eyes and avoid them.

Seeing that it was still early, I drew water to wipe the room carefully inside and outside.

He cleaned the yard with a broom and gave the vegetables in the garden apart from weeds.

At noon, I put a bowl of noodles that were cooked a little stiff. I actually put too much pepper and tears and snot came out of my eyes and nose.

Xiaodouzi, this stupid cat, went crazy again. He didn't come back for a long time when he got home.

I felt sleepy when I was full, so I took off my outer robe and didn't bother to take a shower. I pulled up the curtains and lay on the bed, covering the quilt on my head.

Maybe I was so tired of this trip that I slept for a long time.

I didn’t do evening classes and missed the next day’s morning class. I didn’t get lazy until the sun was over.

Through the covered curtains, you can still feel the scorching sunlight.

He yawned and pulled the curtains open, and the whole room immediately became bright.

Curled up with one leg, he smiled and looked out the window. The world there was still cute, without wind or rain, and the years were quiet...
Chapter completed!