The Dragon King Temple of the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha covers a large area.

After the first wall, it is the place where the powerful offer incense and pray for blessings.

The second wall is the inner gate, where the monks live and practice martial arts and chanting.

The third wall is a collection of books, without permission, even without the flower, not even the flower can enter, and the status of the flower in the temple is not low, even a little detached, is the abbot on behalf of the apprentice left.

Speaking of which, it is worth mentioning that the abbot is in charge, and the temple master is a nominal person, but his status is above the abbot, and he can veto or do anything with one vote.

The fourth wall is an absolute forbidden place, unless the one inside is passed on, otherwise even the abbot can not step into it half a step, not only that, but even a glance inside, if you look at it secretly, and someone finds it, it is necessary to kneel in front of the Buddha to copy the Dragon King Sutra to repent, and seriously even be expelled from the temple.

The carriage driven by Wuhua had already been handed over to the little novice, and he stood on the edge of the second wall.

The mind instinctively thinks about something.

An ordinary disciple of the Academy Palace, and the lonely, holy, and high-ranking White Dragon King, it is impossible for the two to have any connection at all.

But on the contrary, the White Dragon King passed him on again.

Why is that?

What can such an ordinary Academy disciple bring to Lord White Dragon King?

The absence of flowers is really incomprehensible.

He stood outside the wall, closed his eyes, and waited for a long time, until night fell, and the student had not yet come out.

It wasn't until the door of Ryuoji Temple closed and the twilight drum sounded that Muhua raised her head in some surprise.

His heart couldn't help but move.

The White Dragon King won't let that student stay overnight, right?

How is this possible?

The holy image of the White Dragon King has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the monks, and even can be described as a living Bodhisattva, lonely and cold, suppressing the territory of the East China Sea, in the first two emperors, she is even more powerful, listen to some old people in the temple said, those days, the emperor sat in a carriage, often ran to the White Dragon King in person.

Wuhua is not stupid, he didn't think about it in that direction, after all, the White Dragon King never seemed to have a lover, if she wanted to find one, it was really not strange, but Wuhua couldn't accept the Bodhisattva in his heart and an ordinary student.

Xia Yuan's appearance flashed in his mind again.

Although it is from a small place, it looks really good.

When it is quiet, it is elegant and easy-going, and when it moves, it reveals a bit of wildness, but between the movement and the stillness is the uninhibited atmosphere of the prodigal son, I have to say that such a man must be very feminine.

Although the White Dragon King is high, he is also a woman.

The more Wuhua thinks about it, the farther it goes.

Suddenly, he gave birth to a strong vigilance, his heart was shocked, he felt that something was wrong, hurriedly emptied his mind, folded his hands, silently recited the Buddha name, and recited the Little Dragon King Sutra.

Fortunately...

After another incense stick, Xia Yuan walked out.

Wuhua didn't ask much, the two had a meal together, and then he personally took the car and sent Xia Yuan back to the school palace on the island in the middle of the lake, and then he said goodbye.

...

...

Return to the Palace of Heartless Learning.

Xia Yuan turned around curiously, and found that Master and Sister, as well as Bai Ao, Zhu Juneng, Little Junior Sister and others were not in the palace.

He found the disciple who stayed behind and asked.

The disciple said directly, "There is an invitation from the School Palace around, saying that it is to welcome the Wuxin School Palace to come here, and now everyone is a neighbor, so they invited the master and the master to come over to the banquet, saying that they will get to know each other by picking up the wind and washing the dust." The master and the master were not good at refusing, so they went over to the banquet, and the master also said that the senior brother you probably won't come back tonight. ”

Xia Yuan was speechless for a moment, Master and Master are really disrespectful to the old, and they always feel that there is something between them and Ning Bao.

He shook his head speechlessly and walked along the middle of the lake to his courtyard.

Ning Bao is really very attentive, in the yard, weapon racks, bronze tripods, and some casual and chic tables and chairs.

Xia Yuan breathed a long sigh of relief, lying on the rocking chair under the moon, his spirit suddenly relaxed, the long journey was finally over, and it was time to live a peaceful life here.

"Spring is coming, I heard that students have a spring outing, and there are a lot of tricks... It's a yearning. ”

He muttered to himself.

"By the way, I haven't practiced Heartless Kendo today... Not... Don't worry, let's wait a while. ”

He closed his eyes, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, the breeze was blowing, the face was not cold, and the willows began to grow new green.

Suddenly!

An unusually strange emotion welled up in his heart.

Too quiet, right?

It was so quiet that it seemed as if the courtyard had sunk to the bottom.

The air began to become sticky, and the sound of the wind, the noise, the sound of everything, became distant.

"Why is it so quiet?"

Xia Yuan muttered, his expression moved, and he suddenly noticed something unusual.

He twisted his neck sharply and looked at the half-moon arch behind him.

Meanwhile...

Brush!

Outside the archway, it seemed as if something had been poking out of the corner and peering into the courtyard, but now it suddenly shrank back.

Xia Yuan shouted, "Who?"

No response.

"Come out!"

Still no response.

He frowned, raised his hand and pulled a hair down, put it on his brow, silently chanted, "I'll go out of the arch now," and dropped the hair on the palm of his other hand.

If he is right, then there should be a reaction.

But...

The hair didn't move!

He didn't have any premonitions!

This means... This is an invalid divination.

How can it be invalid?

Xia Yuan's expression was cold, and he twisted his neck and walked directly to the arch.

He always felt that something was sticking to the wall outside the door, and the stone arch was painted with some decorative ancient textures, like cloud and thunder patterns, simple and chic, but now it was a little strange and terrifying.

Xia Yuan walked two steps away from the arch and stopped...

The two bright moons in the sky were obscured by black clouds, and the earth became gloomy.

Xia Yuan laughed softly, and he took a step forward.

Two steps.

Then he walked straight out of the arch.

"Big brother, big brother!"

Suddenly, a voice was heard in the distance.

These two sounds are like a thin needle piercing something.

The wind is back.

The sound of water is back.

The commotion in the distance became clear.

Xia Yuan looked outside the arch, the pale walls stretched to both sides, and all the scenes in the moonlight were unobstructed, and there were not even small woods around that could be hidden, but... But there was nothing.

His expression moved, and the junior sister in the distance had already run over, "Senior brother, senior brother." ”

Her voice was a little crying, as if she had suffered some great grievance.

She was wrapped in a goose-yellow skirt, the style was very good, Xia Yuan knew that this was her sister's favorite skirt, she was usually reluctant to wear it, and today she was probably going to a banquet, so she took it out to show off.

But the placket of the skirt was already wet with crying.

Zhu Lingyun ran to his side and looked up at his senior brother in the moonlight, with a small face with pear blossoms and rain, and two beautiful apricot eyes that were red and swollen.

"What's the matter, junior sister?"

Zhu Lingyun didn't speak, grabbed his clothes and wiped them on his face, crying while wiping them.

Xia Yuan was not in a hurry to ask, gently touched her hair, and said softly: "It's okay, no matter what happens, senior brother is here." ”

After a while, there were many voices in the distance, it was the master, the mother, and the brothers and sisters who had returned.

Just from a distance, I heard Zhu Juneng scolding, "I'm just a fool, I'm a fool!"

Bai Ao is old and serious, and he locks his eyebrows and is silent.

The other juniors and disciples all looked very depressed.

Xia Yuan saw his junior sister crying vigorously, and he couldn't even speak clearly, so he shouted directly to the fat man passing by in the distance: "Old Seven, what's the matter?"

Zhu Juneng ran over, glanced at Xia Yuan, lowered his head and said, "Senior brother, it's actually nothing." ”

"And what are you scolding?"

Zhu Juneng had a self-deprecating look on his face, his mouth moved twice, but he had nothing to say.

Xia Yuan suddenly said, "The people from the other school palaces have bullied you?"

Zhu Juneng slapped himself suddenly.

"Old Seven, what are you doing here?"

Zhu Juneng said: "It's all my fault, I usually don't practice well, I'm embarrassed, I'm embarrassed!"

Xia Yuan: "After all, you are still being bullied?"

Zhu Juneng said in a low voice: "It's not a bully, it's a normal banquet, and no one in those school palaces looks down on us because we came from the countryside, but..."

"Just what?"

It's just that we suddenly found that we are really frogs at the bottom of the well, and we are not in the same circle as those students.

The competition can also be challenged by someone who leapfrogs, this person loses... I'm just a piece of shit. ”