Sanqing was stunned, and the old monk suddenly said something like this.

Sanqing raised his head violently and looked at the old monk, no matter how he listened to the old monk's words, he felt that he was explaining something to himself, and it seemed that he could pull in the relationship between Li Sanqing and Soul Haoxuan.

"It's not early, let's go to Qingliang Temple to fast!" But the old monk ignored Sanqing's surprise, he smiled slightly and got up and walked out of the hut directly. Sanqing was helpless, and he didn't dare to ask more, so he had to follow him out.

The two returned the same way, and soon came to the small but quiet and elegant Qingliang Temple. The old monk still took care of himself and led the way in front, and there was still no one in this Qingliang Temple. If it weren't for the bottom in his heart, Sanqing would have been surprised, but he didn't feel anything at this time.

The old monk led Sanqing all the way to a small Buddha hall dedicated to a statue of Maitreya Buddha, and a small table was placed in the center of the Buddha hall, on which were five Fluttershy, in a saucer

Packed with various pigmented dishes, the aroma is wafting.

"Four vegetarian and one soup, it should be the same as the taste of the little benefactor, right?" The old monk walked to the table, smiled slightly, and then stretched out his hand to signal Sanqing to sit down.

Sanqing was not polite, and walked up directly and sat down. In my heart, I was secretly amazed that this old monk really knew the bottom of himself.

"Little donor, please feel free!" The old monk sat down after Sanqing sat down, and after saying this, he picked up his rice bowl and ate by himself.

Sanqing also picked up the rice bowl and ate like an old monk, the two of them ignored each other, and soon ate all the rice in the bowl, four plates of vegetarian dishes and a bowl of clear soup were also eaten cleanly.

"The master said that after eating, he would talk to me about business, I think it should be about the same now, right?" Sanqing put down the empty bowl in his hand and looked up to the old monk and said.

The old monk also happened to put down his rice bowl, smiled at Sanqing, and then said, "You don't think much about him, you are so anxious!"

"Like him?" asked Sanqing, confused.

"You know who I'm talking about. The old monk replied with a smile.

"I don't understand!" Sanqing said, shaking his head.

"It's dusty, we two have been friends for several lifetimes, so we don't have to beat around the bush!" the old monk touched his head and said with a smile.

Hearing that the old monk actually said the word dust, Sanqing suddenly couldn't sit still, he stood up suddenly, stared at the old monk, and began to search for memories of the old monk in his mind, but his mind was blank, and he couldn't think of anything.

"Who the hell are you!" Sanqing asked in a loud voice after a moment of silence.

"Can't you really remember that I'm here? The old monk also stood up, his eyes half-closed, and there was a little sadness and loss in his tone.

"I can't remember!" Sanqing replied in a deep voice.

"Did I change?" or did that Huangquan Guitu really have such a magic power that you forgot about it!" the old monk asked with a stern face.

"I'm not a dust, and I don't know what the master said, I hope the master will make it clear!" Sanqing hesitated for a moment and changed his words.

"Oh, in that case, then the old man will catch up with the little benefactor!" the old monk sat back down after saying this.