With Yuan Fei's guidance, Murong Lingfeng finally did not get lost and arrived at Zheyuan Temple smoothly.

The disciples in the temple seemed to have heard about it and had lined up in front of the door to greet them.

The little boy tugged at the reins with one hand and looked at the row of monks at the entrance of the temple - why, in this world now, even the people of Qing cultivation are so powerful? But what is the matter with the sticks in their hands?

Yuan Fei drove the horse and wanted to step forward, but was pulled by Murong Lingfeng, "You don't really think they're here to welcome us, do you?"

Yuan Fei stared at Murong Lingfeng, "Are you concerned about me, right?" Isn't it?"

Murong Lingfeng spread his hand and patted her horse's buttocks, "Go ahead, if you don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell." ”

Before Yuan Fei could react, he was led by a horse and rushed to the temple. She squeezed the reins in a panic and cried out wildly, "Help!"

It was probably because Murong Lingfeng used too much force at that moment, and the horse rushed forward without obeying the call, and Yuan Fei couldn't hold it at all.

The monks at the gate of the temple were also taken aback by her, and said in their hearts - although they are here to challenge, they have to go through a procedure, saying hello and reporting a name is the most basic courtesy, and it shouldn't be so rampage.

Several little monks standing in the front row looked at this formation, and for the sake of their own lives, they hurriedly flashed to the side. Two great monks who looked very strong came up from behind, and one of them flew forward and grabbed the reins, and one of them smashed the horse's neck with a fist, and the horse neighed and fell to the ground. The other person took Yuan Fei by the right time, so that she fell to the ground safely and unharmed.

Yuan Fei stood on the ground and patted his chest, and then he came to his senses. She turned around and pointed at Murong Lingfeng and scolded, "Are you sick? If you want to murder the old lady, you come directly, are you going to fall to death with this whole play?"

Murong Lingfeng frowned and looked at the horse that fell to the ground and couldn't stand up, and the horse's buttocks were actually red.

One of the old monks, who seemed to be in charge, was also looking at the same place, but he looked at the horse's buttocks, and then turned his gaze to Murong Lingfeng's hand, "Can the donor reach out and take a look at the poor monk?"

As the saying goes, the body is not afraid of shadows, the little boy is frank and swaying, and there is nothing to hide. She stretched out her right hand, which had just slapped Yuan Fei's mount, and there was nothing unusual except for the overly white and slender fingers.

The old monk only glanced at it, and his attention was no longer on Murong Lingfeng. He looked left and right at the woods on both sides, and said loudly, "Since the donor is here, why should he hide and hide? The monks of Zheyuan Temple are waiting for the donor here!"

"Old bald donkey!" An echo sounded all around, "This is just a hello, three days later, prepare the head of Xuanjing Lao'er, I will come to fetch it, otherwise, Zheyuan Temple will become a purgatory on earth!

The sound swirled in the woods, and gradually spread until it was gone. The old monk's brows became tighter and tighter. Now this situation, anyone who sees it will understand - Zheyuan Temple is in big trouble.

The old monk wiped the sweat from his head and sighed slightly. He raised his eyes and looked at everyone, and gave a salute, "Zheyuan Temple has had a lot of miscellaneous things recently, I'm afraid I can't entertain you, donors should please find another place to live." ”

"I waited thousands of miles to come to this Fengxi City, just for the great name of Zheyuan Temple. If the master has any difficulties, don't hesitate to say that he will wait with me, maybe we can help. Yuan Fei's elder brother Lin Jiang said.

The old monk shook his head, "These are all debts owed by Zheyuan Temple, and they will have to be repaid sooner or later." I'm afraid of others, donors, please go back. ”

The old monk insisted on his attitude, and it was difficult for everyone to say anything. I was about to leave and go back to Maple Creek City to live and then think about it in the long run, but I didn't want another team of carriages to gallop towards this side.

The forerunner turned over and dismounted, took out a gold token, and commanded in a commanding tone, "Immediately clean up the Miao Zen Courtyard and welcome the imperial concubine." ”

The old monk said in his heart, what day is it? Normally, there are not a few pilgrims in the temple all year round, but have they all been discussed today? It's such an eventful time, which really makes it difficult for him. "Donor ......"

Before he could speak, the man pushed the old monk away, led a bunch of carriages, and entered the temple gate without any scruples. The old monk couldn't stop it anymore.

The third senior brother Linhu coughed lightly, "Since there are already pilgrims moving in, there are not many of us, monk, you can't favor one over the other, you have to treat everyone equally!" Linhu beckoned people to go inside, "We don't have as much pomp as the imperial princess, just a few side rooms, thank you master!"

After a while, the temple gate returned to its previous quietness. The little monk ran to the old monk's side, "Master, this ...... What should I do?"

The old monk only sighed this day, "It's all fate! ”

After a tiring journey, the body that had just recovered from a serious illness could not hold on, and he rested as soon as he arrived in the wing. Danyu and the others also have a lot of matters, and they are busy with each other.

The little boy sat in Rongyue's room for a while, glancing out the window from time to time. Rong Yue was half lying on the bed, looking at her absent-minded appearance, and chuckled, "Go out and play for a while, look at your appearance, like a cat, just scratch the door and let me let you out." ”

"What's the matter!" Murong Lingfeng still stiffened, "It's getting a big day outside, so I don't want to go out." ”

"Go quickly, if you don't leave, I don't have to let you spoil this snack, and you should be distressed when the bellflower comes back in a while!

The little boy looked down, but it wasn't right, and he quickly pulled a handkerchief and covered it on the plate, "Then I'll go out and go around, and I'll be back in a while!"

Rongyue nodded, "Be careful, it's best to find a companion, you go by yourself, I'm afraid you won't be able to come back!"

Although Rong Yue's worries were true, Murong Lingfeng still wanted to take a walk by himself. She followed her memories of coming out of the women's wing and walked straight to the entrance of the temple. When she came before, she seemed to have seen a tall ginkgo tree. This ginkgo tree is not unusual, but a few of the leaves of that ginkgo tree are dark red. The little boy wasn't sure if he had looked away, so he wanted to take a look again, if it was true, then there must be blood fir in the vicinity, and only blood fir pollination would affect the appearance of red leaves in the ginkgo tree.

It's just that he just walked the road of half a pillar of incense, and now the little boy has gone around several times, and he can't find the ginkgo tree, but he is getting more and more desolate.

Murong Lingfeng knew that she was probably lost again, she didn't dare to say anything, she walked forward hard, and prayed in her heart to let her meet someone soon.

Perhaps it was sincerity and spirituality, and the little boy saw smoke rising from the back of a bamboo forest from a distance. Where there is smoke, there must be people, and she ran quickly in the direction of the smoke. Sure enough, there were several simple wooden houses behind the bamboo forest, and a young monk in front of the wooden houses was cooking on a fire.

Murong Lingfeng ran over, "Little Master......" She originally wanted to ask for directions, but she was attracted by the scene in front of her.

The little monk watched the white-clothed benefactor running over excitedly, but turned to the back of the wooden house in a daze, and was a little puzzled for a while.

Murong Lingfeng looked up at the few towering trees behind the wooden house, and unconsciously opened his mouth wide, "Sure enough, it's blood cedar!"

"The old man did a hexagram this morning, saying that he had a friend from afar, and it was really a blessing. I just didn't expect it to be a well-informed child. A kind-faced monk walked out of the wooden house, looking at his face was no more than thirty-five or sixteen, much younger than the old monk who stopped them outside the temple gate, but his eyes saw through the depth of everything in the world, which made people unconsciously have a little more respect.

However, those people probably don't include the little boy.

Murong Lingfeng looked at the person who came and frowned slightly, "You raised these blood firs?"

The monk nodded, "Exactly." ”

Murong Lingfeng took a few steps back vigilantly, leaning against the trunk of the blood cedar tree, "I didn't expect that the famous Zheyuan Temple would still harbor a demon monk!

"Bold!" The little monk who was cooking stood in front of the big monk and glared at Murong Lingfeng, "You dare to insult Master." ”

Murong Lingfeng was also fearless, "Even if you do it, you are also afraid that people will not be able to say it! If things are impermanent, there must be demons! This blood fir is not what the world should have." It's just an ordinary cedar tree, if you want to raise a fir tree into a blood fid, that's not something one or two corpses can do, besides, you still have such a big piece here, and the trees grow so well, you say that you haven't killed anyone, do you believe it?"

The big monk smiled kindly, he crossed the little monk and paced two steps forward, "The white bones under your feet are more than ten million?"

Murong Lingfeng didn't expect them to admit it so happily, "You are really demon monks!" The little boy pasted it on the trunk again, and said calmly, "Why, you still want to kill me when you find out?"

The great monk shook his head, "Lao Wei has hurt two people in his life, although it is forced by the situation, it is also a great sin. Don't you dare to kill in vain!" he walked to the blood cedar tree, picked off a leaf, and handed it to Murong Lingfeng, "If the little donor likes this tree, leave this leaf as a souvenir." However, the fruit of this tree is prepared for the sacrifice of the dead, and cannot be given to the donor, so I hope you will forgive me. ”

Murong Lingfeng took the leaves, but his guarded eyes still did not relax in the slightest. The big monk was not annoyed, but just instructed the little monk behind him, "If you have a distinguished guest visiting, you should add more dishes and chopsticks." ”

The little monk glanced at Murong Lingfeng, seemed to be a little repulsed by her, and only bowed his head slightly and said, "Yes." ”

Murong Lingfeng looked at the sunset in the west, and estimated that he would not be able to get out of this forest for a while, and if someone invited him to eat, of course he couldn't eat it! Who knows if they would drug the food! "There is no need to eat, if you can help me show me the way back to Zheyuan Temple, then I can stop treating you as demon monks for the time being." ”

The big monk made her laugh, turned her head and asked the little monk, "Today is the New Year?"

The little monk nodded, "Exactly." ”

"Well, in another hour, there will be some melons and vegetables from the little monk in the temple, you can go back with him. The big monk waved his hand and called the little monk back, no longer caring about the children with big brains under the blood cedar tree.

The little monk continued to cook, and inadvertently raised his head, but he was so frightened that he lost the spatula in his hand, "What are you doing!" The little monk rushed over and grabbed Murong Lingfeng's wrist, glaring at the dagger she held in her hand.

"I ...... I just want to...... See if the blood fir really bleeds. The little boy made him stammer, she tried hard to pull her hand back, but this little monk looked sven, but the strength was so great, no matter how she couldn't break free. "You let go of me, don't you know if men and women are kissed or not? A monk grabbed the girl's wrist and was careful of violating the lust and precepts!"

"The little monk has never been taught, but he has done a lot of killing rings!" The little monk changed his previous calm, and glared at Murong Lingfeng with a little viciousness, "If you dare to touch this blood fir again, I will definitely make you the fertilizer of this cedar tree!"

"Bingyu, don't be rude. The big monk stood in front of the cabin and waved, and the little monk Bingyue let go of Murong Lingfeng's wrist.

The little boy hurriedly ran to the side of the big monk, pouting and complaining, "Don't you just want to take a look, why are you so fierce!"

"Those few blood cedars carry all the hope of Bingyu, and I ask the little donor to forgive me and don't hurt them. The great monk explained kindly.

Murong Lingfeng nodded as if he didn't understand. She followed the great monk to the stone table in the courtyard and sat down, and the great monk poured a glass of water and put it in front of her, "Lao Qu has not come to this wooden house for a long time, so there is no tea." However, this sweet spring in the mountains has a different taste. The little donor came from afar, I am afraid that he is also a little thirsty, it is better to taste the sweetness of this spring water, and taste the tranquility of the world. ”

The little boy picked up the teacup and put it under his nose and smelled it, the water was colorless and tasteless, and she couldn't see whether it was poisonous or not, she hesitated for a moment, and tasted it lightly, and it was as sweet as the big monk said, the water was tasteless, but it was more cool and sweet, and it was really delicious. Murong Lingfeng drank it all, and pushed the teacup in front of the great monk again, "Another cup!"

The monk shook his head with a smile, "What's the matter, aren't you afraid of the old man being poisoned at this time?"

"Anyway, I've drunk it, if it's poisonous, I'll be poisoned a long time ago!" Murong Lingfeng shrugged indifferently, "In that case, I might as well drink a few more glasses and taste the sweetness of this mountain spring!"

"Okay! If you come here, you will be safe!" the great monk poured her another glass, "From vigilance to peace of mind, you only used a glass of water, if I guessed correctly, what do you want to ask?"

Murong Lingfeng smiled in front of the great monk for the first time, "Fei Ye, Fei Ye." I just thought of some rumors. ”

"Oh, the old man is a little curious, what rumors did the little benefactor think of?"

"On the way here, I heard that there is a monk in Zheyuan Temple. I wondered, is that high monk also living in this leisurely and quiet bamboo forest?"