Lin Feiyang glanced at it curiously: "Want to re-bless that string of Buddhist beads? I'm afraid Senior Tang is not willing. She takes them out and rubs them every day, treating them as her darling."

Fakong waved his hand.

Lin Feiyang curled his lips, put it in the envelope, and fluttered away.

Cantian Dao descended from King Kong Peak and rested on the spot.

In front of a forest.

Li Zhu ran back and forth, lighting firewood and cooking. He piled up two piles of firewood and put two huge iron pots on the shelves. The diameter of the pots was as high as a person's height.

He directed the two Cantian Dao masters to light the fire, and the eight Cantian Dao masters processed the game. He himself was busy cooking and frying it.

One large pot is boiling wild game and wild vegetables, the other is boiling rice, the flames are rising and the white gas is gurgling.

Yang Ying and Tang Yueyan were sitting on two rocks not far away.

The masters of Cantian Dao sat together in twos and threes, forming a faint circle, surrounding Yang Ying and Tang Yueyan for several layers.

They were either laughing and joking, laughing loudly from time to time, some were eating and drinking, and some were shouting and quarreling.

Yang Ying was holding a book and reading it quietly. She was incompatible with the hustle and bustle around her. Although they were together, they seemed like two different worlds.

Tang Yueyan lowered her head and stroked the string of Buddhist beads, her bright eyes flickering in a daze, lost in memories, showing a sweet expression from time to time.

Yang Ying glanced at her occasionally, shook her head secretly, and continued reading with her head down.

Zhou Tianhuai carefully observed all the masters of Cantian Dao.

If the person was seriously injured, he would use his kung fu to help the other person's injury, and then curse a few words.

For the dead one, he slowly arranged the appearance of the corpse and patted the corpse's shoulders approvingly, as if he were facing a living person.

"The food is here!"

Li Zhu shouted happily and led the people to bring two huge iron pots to Yang Ying's side.

Everyone stopped immediately and looked over.

Li Zhu opened the lid of the pot.

In the steaming heat, the aroma surged out, stimulating the Cantian Dao masters' mouths to quickly fill with saliva.

"Get the bowl! Get the bowl!"

"Get in line! Get in line!"

Li Zhu shouted and waved a big iron spoon, and soon the Cantian Dao masters formed a long snake and circled four times.

A spoonful of rice, a spoonful of game with soup and meat on the rice, the aroma is fragrant, and the smell will whet your appetite.

After everyone had finished lining up and started eating, Li Zhu served two bowls of rice and gave them to Yang Ying and Tang Yueyan respectively.

Yang Ying put down the book and took the bowl and chopsticks.

Eating the same rice and using the same bowl, everyone in Can Tiandao devoured it like a wolf. She moved gracefully and ate calmly.

She was the last to eat but the first to finish because she ate very little.

Every time Li Zhu watched her eat, he always wondered where her powerful strength came from, yet she ate so little food.

She suddenly raised her head and looked somewhere.

Lin Feiyang appeared under a tree three feet away, cupped his fists and saluted: "I have met Young Master Yang."

Yang Ying took out the snow-white silk handkerchief and wiped the corners of her snow-white mouth and cherry-red lips: "Dr. Lin, have you figured it out?"

"Hehe..." Lin Feiyang said sheepishly, "I'm here to deliver the letter for the monk."

"He has a letter for me?"

"yes."

Lin Feiyang flashed and appeared next to Yang Ying, causing her starry eyes to glance at him again.

Lin Feiyang submitted the letter.

After Yang Ying read it, she hesitated and handed it to Tang Yueyan who was putting down the bowls and chopsticks.

Tang Yueyan wiped the corners of her mouth, put on her veil again, took the letter, read it, and frowned at Lin Feiyang.

Lin Feiyang said carelessly: "Don't worry, the monk will never give up the beads!"

"...Okay." Tang Yueyan carefully took off the beads from Hao's wrist and handed them out.

When Lin Feiyang reached out to take it, she hesitated again and refused to let go.

"Aunt Yan." Yang Ying said softly: "Although Monk Fakong is stingy and vicious, he shouldn't be fooling anyone in this matter."

"...When can I come back?" Tang Yueyan asked Lin Feiyang worriedly.

Lin Feiyang thought for a while: "It will be done in a while."

Tang Yueyan slowly let go of her hand.

Lin Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief and almost couldn't help but snatch it away. It's so troublesome, woman!
Chapter completed!