Yunyang, who was wailing on the steps, forgot his self-obsession, quickly got up and patted the muddy flowers and plants on his body, half-squinted at Ran Ziwan, who was walking towards the distance alone, smiled, and sighed secretly: "Brother Yunqi...... Perhaps, keeping her is what she wants most! Why would you lie to her...... Let her go?"

When Ran Ziwan knocked on the door again, he didn't remember the first temple. After Ran Ziwan knocked on the door, he leaned weakly against the doorstack next to him...... She waited as before, waiting for the door of the temple to open slowly, and then slowly walked out of a young man faintly...... Just like the previous dozens of repetitions, in the end, she would receive the Shu brocade silk book left by Yunqi before, and the beginning of the golden silk book still called her Ran Ziwan so indifferently...... In the end, the letter expelled her from Yunshan like that, and let her choose another lover!

It's just that this temple was unexpected, and the door of the palace was soon opened, and it was an old man who came out, in his old age, with a gray beard: "See the county lord's ...... for old decay"

Seeing the old man appear, Ran Ziwan put away the jade hand that was holding his arms tightly, and returned a salute to the white old man with both hands: "I've seen it...... Boss!"

"The county lord doesn't have to be polite!" The gray-bearded old man looked at Ran Ziwan with a smile, and made a gesture of invitation to Ran Ziwan: "The county lord, please come in!"

"......" Ran Ziwan was a little stunned, there was no expected young man in the dark, and there was no silk book in the hand in the dark...... There is no indifferent and alienated title on the silk book!

"County Lord, please come in!" the old man folded his hands again and invited Ran Ziwan.

"Multi-...... Xie!" Ran Ziwan frowned, and then walked into the hall. The temple didn't look big, at least compared to the dozens of palaces she had entered before, it could only be considered elegant.

"Please ......" The old man continued to fold his hands and respectfully made way for Ran Ziwan: "Someone...... Close!"

"Wait...... Wait!" Yun Yang gasped and put his hand across the lock of the temple gate: "Master...... Wait for me!"

"Yunyang donor?" The old man was not surprised by Yunyang's arrival, but still waved his hand at the doorman and said, "Close the door!"

"Hey...... Old Monk ...... Don't shut the young master out!" Yun Yang jumped to his feet in anger, he naturally knew that this must have been assigned by Yun Qi, otherwise this old monk would not appear here at all.

"Master Yunshi, please go back! Young Master, he specially explained...... You are not allowed to enter the temple!" the old man passed by with a gust of palm, and the door of the outer hall of the temple was easily closed.

"Stinky monk...... You're still only at your brother's request!...... I just don't take the young master seriously!" Yun Yang continued to jump outside the palace gate, but he couldn't break through the formation laid by the old man no matter what. In the end, he could only weakly hide under the stone lion outside the temple gate to hide from the rain, and began to confess for the third time that he had not been able to practice the secrets of Yunshan well: "It rains so heavily...... I am still a monk, and I have no mercy at all!"

"Please also ask the Yunyang donor to take care of ...... Not far away is Matsuyama Palace, you can go!" the old man folded his hands and turned back to the inner courtyard of the palace. Standing far behind Ran Ziwan, he said Buddha: "Amitabha!"

"Master is not going! Master is going to enter your Bodhi Palace!" Yun Yang snorted and chirped in his mouth complaining about the old man's unkind words, and the old man with raised eyebrows hated that he couldn't fly directly through the gate in front of the hall that was sealed by the formation.

"That being the case...... I hope that the donor of Yunyang will wait for a long time!" The old man replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, so he beckoned the doorman to go to the backyard to prepare tea.

Seeing that there was no hope of opening the door, Yunyang shouted at the door of the palace with resentment that Ran Ziwan's name was called, plus some words such as that only women and villains in the world were difficult to raise, and babbled on and on...... In the end, when I got tired, I fell asleep slowly in the night.

When night fell, Ran Ziwan, who was dragging a tired body, kept looking at the scene in front of him without saying anything, withdrew the jade hand that was caressing the branch of the Bodhi tree, turned back to the old man and saluted: "Bodhi towers to the sky......!

"The county lord praised...... The old man is just an idle monk who doesn't care about the world!" the old man had a kind smile on his face, and his tone was full of charity.

"The nobles in the world are proud to be able to see the master!" Ran Ziwan walked slowly towards the old man, paused and said lightly: "Master Zhiyuan! Ziwan has admitted his mistake?"

"There is a county lord of Lao asking, old decay wisdom!" The old man was modest and polite, and his eyebrows were full of the peace of my Buddha's compassion.

"The master is polite!" Ran Ziwan clasped his hands together and smiled faintly: "Ziwan has heard of the shocking deeds of the master decades ago, stopping the world from fighting in all directions!

"The county lord praises falsely! The matter of the young man's spirit is just a rumor in the world!" The old man shook his head, and his old eyes swept over the dozens of Shu brocade silk books that were soaked in rain around Ran Ziwan's body, but he was still holding tightly in his arms, and said softly: "The things in the county lord's arms can be handed over to the old children for safekeeping!"

"No need!" Ran Ziwan straightened out the brocade silk in his arms, and replied very simply: "Master...... Are you waiting for me here?"

In the previous dozens of palaces, Yunqi was all arranged to wait faintly. Dozens of eviction letters...... Ran Ziwan took a deep breath of cool air, took the warm tea presented by the doorman, and poured it into his stomach in a big gulp. The warm tea went down the river, and Ran Ziwan hadn't experienced such warmth for a long time. Came all the way from the snowy region, to the decisive words that the star slash brought to Yunqi, and then to the dozens of temples on the cloud mountain, such silk books, and such titles...... Ran Ziwan's heart has been invaded by the alienation between the lines of Yunqi's words, she feels that her heart is so cold, and her body is so cold!

"It's just a matter of chance!" the old man smiled and beckoned the doorman to add some boiling water to the teapot.

"Yunqi is capable, let the master you stay here for a long time and wait for the evening!" Ran Ziwan replied with a smile, how is the word fate predestined? Chance is just an excuse for some specific times, people always use it to comfort themselves with the so-called destiny, and then settle down with the situation.

"Cloud Young Master...... It can be called an old and old friend. The old man knew the status of Ran Ziwan poured a cup of hot tea, and his movements were gentle and powerful: "As early as ten years ago, outside the imperial capital...... The young master of Yun who was hunting happened to meet him, so he got acquainted!"

"The master is a high-ranking monk, Yunqi is lucky!" Ran Ziwan took the tea cup in his hand and drank it all.

"Getting acquainted with Young Master Yun is a happy thing in the life of the old man!" the old man shook his head, added a warm cup of tea to Ran Ziwan again, and got up to leave: "It's getting late, the county lord should rest here!"