The disciple of the Shu Sect accompanied Yu Ying and Qin Qi into the hall. After only a few minutes of going in, he walked out again.

Jiang Manyan and Jiang Zhengqing were looking for a sunshade outside the hall. When they saw someone coming out, they couldn't help but look behind the man, but only the disciples of the Shu Sect came out, and Qin Qi and Yu Ying were not seen.

The disciple of the Shimen walked all the way to Jiang Manyan and the others, clasped his hands together and said, "Two donors, please go to the tea room to sit."

Jiang Manyan asked: "Where are the two of them? Why didn't they come out?"

The disciple of the Buddhist sect replied: "My Master Qin and Mr. Yu are being accompanied by my master. I will go to the tea room with my master later, so I am afraid it will take some time."

That's why this disciple came out to welcome Jiang Manyan and the others to go to the tea room first, otherwise they would let the two of them wait here, and when should they go?

What's more, it's midsummer now, and the higher the sun, the more vicious it becomes. It's blocked by trees and makes people feel lazy, and it makes them look negligent.

After hearing what the disciple of the Buddhist sect said, Jiang Zhengqing was immediately moved. He turned to see Jiang Manyan and asked her what she meant.

Jiang Manyan caught a glimpse from the corner of her eyes, thought for a second and asked the other party: "Is Master Zhikong in the temple?"

The disciple of the Shu Sect didn't expect that she would suddenly mention Master Zhikong, and was slightly stunned, and then said, "The Master is here."

Jiang Manyan nodded: "Then please take us to see him."

"this……"

The disciple of the Shu Sect was about to say that it was inconvenient, but Jiang Zhengqing added: "My little master, we have made an appointment with Master Zhikong, and we will come to the temple to find him for tea. If you don't believe it, Master can go and ask?"

"So they were two." The disciple did not ask, but instead showed a sudden look on his face, and then his smile became more friendly.

"Master Zhikong has mentioned it a long time ago. Today, there will be old friends visiting us and we have also told us that we will go and meet him. I didn't expect that it was two donors, so please follow me." After that, he turned sideways and led the way to the other side.

"Okay." Jiang Zhengqing said in his heart. He heard that he called Mr. Zhikong the old monk "Master". It seems that the old monk is quite good at White Horse Temple.

The old monk is awesome!

"Boss." Jiang Zhengqing couldn't wait to greet Jiang Manyan to find Master Zhikong.

Jiang Manyan looked at the hall again, then turned around and followed the disciples of the Shu Sect and Jiang Zhengqing.

Another section of the hall and corridor was passed through, and the disciples of the Shimen led them all the way to the southeast corner of White Horse Temple.

This is the wing of the monks and disciples in the temple.

During the day, this area seems very quiet because at this time, most monks in the temple work in every corner of the White Horse Temple.

The disciple of the Shu Sect signaled that Jiang Manyan and the others would wait for a while in the outer sect. He went inside alone to find Master Zhikong.

Soon, Master Zhikong's figure walked out quickly and walked out of it.

"Oh, you are here." As soon as Master Zhikong saw the two, he immediately smiled happily, like a Maitreya.

Jiang Manyan did not say anything, and Jiang Zhengqing happily greeted Master Zhikong.

Master Zhikong took Jiang Zhengqing's words and his eyes circled around the two of them. Then he said curiously, "Where is my little friend? Why didn't he come with you?"

Jiang Zhengqing said, "Your little friend is still burning incense." Seeing the disciple of the Shu sect who had just walked out after Master Zhikong for a while, Jiang Zhengqing said, "Here, the master of this little master behind you is being treated."

Master Zhikong said "Oh" and expressed his understanding.

He greeted Jiang Manyan and the others in, and turned to ask the disciple behind him: "Mr. Yongnian, how long will it take for my incense-burning friend?"

The disciple of the Buddhist sect, Yongnian, estimated the time and said, "The two donors even made an appointment with the master to talk about Zen. It will take another hour."

"Oh." Master Zhikong responded, "Don't be in a hurry. Donor Jiang and donor Xiao Jiang will be welcomed by me. You can go and do your business. When your master has finished serving you, please let me know."

Yongnian agreed with his hands together. He still had his job to do, so he stopped staying. He said goodbye with Jiang Manyan and left first.

Master Zhikong smiled and led Jiang Manyan and the others to the yard.

Several ginkgo trees were planted in the yard of the monk's disciple's wing room, and they were of a very old age. The crown was very small and now it was green. It made people's eyes refreshed, and the heat had also been reduced a lot.

There was a stone bench and stone table in the corner of the yard. Master Zhikong gave up the Zen room and asked Jiang Manyan to sit there, but he personally made a pot of tea to entertain them.

Waiting for Master Zhikong to sit down, Jiang Zhengqing finally couldn't hold it in: "Old monk, your generation seems to be quite big. The monks from Baima Temple call you Master."

"Isn't this envy of donor Xiao Jiang?"

"Of course I'm very envious." Jiang Zhengqing said in an exaggerated tone: "This is Baima Temple. You have to make an appointment if you come to have a fragrance! And I also heard that it's okay and you can't make an appointment. Those who come here are all nobles, otherwise you'd be like someone you miss."

Master Zhikong did not feel any embarrassing because of what Jiang Zhengqing said about it. Instead, he proudly agreed: "Yes, White Horse Temple is doing better in this regard."

Jiang Zhengqing: "..." Is this something to be proud of? Or is it a serious monk?

Master Zhikong looked at Jiang Manyan who was drinking tea by the quiet side and said strangely: "Why is Donor Jiang so quiet today?"

Jiang Zhengqing then glanced at him and said "thumbs up" in his heart. Can't you tell me? I'm still picking up Joe.

Jiang Manyan glanced at Master Zhikong in an understatement, but still said nothing.

Master Zhikong seemed to be unable to see Jiang Manyan not talking, and deliberately used words to tease her: "Donor Jiang is now in Yixuan Club, do you know where to compete in the next advanced event?"

"…If you don't speak, you really don't know?"

"Oh, it's a pity that I'm sorry to say. I seem to know it already." After saying that, Master Zhikong quietly glanced at Jiang Manyan.

However, he thought he was quiet enough, but Jiang Manyan was caught by him.

Jiang Manyan gave him a blank look, finally broke his silence, and said, "Mencius will not lie."

Master Zhikong smiled slightly: "This is nature."

"Do you really understand?"

"It's not 10% certain, but I do know the approximate location."

Jiang Manyan raised her eyebrows and signaled the old monk to share the information.

Master Zhikong did not hide it and pointed in one direction.

Jiang Manyan identified the location: "Southwest?"

Master Zhikong nodded.

Whether it is the southwest territory of the entire country or the southwest direction of Yanjing City, it has been a place of malaria since ancient times, with a mysterious color.

So Jiang Manyan thought about it and felt that the news about Master Zhikong might be true.

At this time, Master Zhikong suddenly said, "By the way, there is another piece of news from Yanjing City. I wonder if Mr. Jiang has heard of it?"
Chapter completed!