Speaking of which, the foundation of this body is very bad. may be the reason why he fell into the water when he was a child, experienced the wind, and was in a coma for too long, Fu Jun's body is very delicate, and he has not been conditioned after all these years. Now I'm almost twelve years old, but I'm still not very tall, and I occasionally have to catch a cold or something.

Fu Jun didn't think about improving his physique by strengthening exercise. When she first wore it, she even practiced the grappling skills she had learned in her previous life.

It's just that this body is too weak, and if you exercise a little more vigorously, you will be dizzy, nauseous, and sweaty, which will not only fail to exercise your body, but also make your physical condition worse.

Therefore, Fu Jun's usual exercise is only a walk. Walk more, bask in the sun, and add more calcium, at least you can make yourself taller. And this kind of walking exercise method has been adhered to for many years, although Fu Jun's body is still not strong, but at least the disease is less.

On this day, Fu Jun got up early in the morning as usual, and after eating the morning food, he went to the main hall to offer incense.

After worshipping the Wang family, Fu Jun led people out of the side door of the main hall, and was about to go to the clean room by the stone tower, but at a glance, he saw two people standing on the stone steps in front of the main hall, one of them was Master Mingtong, and the other man was standing with his back to Fu Jun.

Master Mingtong is the supreme leader of Lingyan Temple, and it stands to reason that Fu Jun needs to come forward to greet him.

It's just that at this moment, Master Mingtong's expression was very solemn, as if he was talking to the man opposite him about something important. When Fu Jun saw it, he retracted his raised foot, and only squatted down towards Master Mingtong from a distance, and glanced at the man casually.

The man was dressed in a very ordinary light gray cloth robe, of medium height, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, and a very thin figure. Although he just stood there casually, it was as if he had stopped at the mountain, and even the back of the back had already made people feel that this person was extraordinary.

Fu Jun unexpectedly encountered such a character in the mountain temple, and couldn't help but take a second look.

I don't want her to raise her eyes. The man suddenly turned around, and Fu Jun only felt that the other party's two eyes were like cold lightning, sweeping straight towards her.

Fu Jun hurriedly lowered his head slightly and looked away, but he couldn't help but be secretly surprised in his heart: this man's eyes are so sharp. The reaction is even sharper to 10 points.

The man glanced at Fu Jun lightly, then turned his head again to talk to Master Mingtong.

Fu Jun raised his head, took the opportunity to arrange his sideburns, and glanced over there again.

Although Fang Cai only took a face, Fu Jun still saw the man's face clearly: light eyebrows and fine eyes. There are a few pockmarks on the left cheek, and it is very ordinary.

Just looking at this man's demeanor and eyes, he knew that this person was by no means an idle person, but I didn't know what kind of relationship he had with Master Mingtong? And although Master Mingtong's expression was normal at the moment, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, showing the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart.

With Master Mingtong's prestige and connections in Gusu Mansion, Fu Jun couldn't think of anyone else who could make him so uneasy, let alone anyone who would have trouble getting along with a high-ranking monk.

Fu Junmo frowned slightly, and looked at the two people on the stone steps intently. Somehow, the man in gray felt very strange about her. It's like I've seen it somewhere. But she thought about it for a long time, but there was no such person in her memory.

"Girl?" Seeing that Fu Jun had been looking at Master Mingtong's side, Mother Shen couldn't help but gently remind Fu Jun beside her.

Fu Jun immediately came back to his senses and knew that he had been standing for too long, so he saluted Master Mingtong again, and turned around and walked in the direction of the clean room.

At this moment, she couldn't help but look at the man again.

It's really strange, this person is obviously the first time she has met, why does it give her the feeling of déjà vu?

She was thinking to herself, but the man seemed to have eyes behind his back. Suddenly, he turned around again and glanced at Fu Jun again.

At this moment, a gust of east wind came, blowing the light yarn on Fu Jun's hat to the side. The man glanced at only a delicate chin. The skin is as white as snow, and the red lips are slightly pursed.

The man couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Fu Jun had already turned around and took the maid to the clean room.

The man in gray stared at Fu Jun's back for a long time, then turned his head and asked Master Mingtong, "Who is that?" ”

The corners of Master Mingtong's mouth drooped down by half a degree, and he half-closed his eyes and said lightly, "Old Man doesn't know. ”

The man didn't ask any more questions, only looked at Master Mingtong deeply. In a solemn tone, he said, "My master has something important to come here, and I ask the mage to help arrange one or two." ”

Mingtong lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, and said in a faint voice: "The old man understands. ”

The man's face turned cold again, and he said in a cold voice: "It's best for the mage to arrange it personally, don't fake someone else's hands, lest my master be spied on." ”

Mingtong's two eyes were still slightly closed, and he said lightly: "The old man has never seen the donor. ”

The man sneered and said lightly, "Count you old monk as smart." With that, he waved his sleeves and strode outside.

Master Mingtong still stood in front of the steps with a serene expression, his wide monk's robe fluttering in the wind, looking extremely indifferent. Only in those eyes, which are accustomed to seeing the sorrows and joys of the world, a deep worry has crossed it.

The gray-clothed man walked down the steps without hurrying, came out of the courtyard gate where the main hall was, looked around, and then stepped on the first extremely steep stone staircase on the right. At the end of this stone staircase is the Tallinn of Lingyan Temple, and then you go inside through Tallinn, there is a very quiet courtyard.

At this time, there were two people sitting and standing in front of the stone table in the courtyard, the person sitting with eyebrows like swords and eyes like cold stars, it was the British King Liu Yun, and the bearded man standing next to him was Zhao Shujiang, and the gray-clothed man Fu Jun saw was naturally He Jingbian, who had been ridiculed by Zhao Shujiang.

He Jingbian quietly stepped into the courtyard gate, first saluted Liu Yun on one knee, and Fang Shen said: "Tell the master, my subordinates have already told that Mingtong Lao'er." ”

Liu Yun waved his hand to call him up, and whispered, "It's Master Mingtong, it's too rude for you to say this." ”

He Jing bowed and did not speak. Zhao Shujiang on the side did not follow Liu Yun to count He Jingbian for the first time, but muttered: "This Mingtong was a flower monk back then, and it was polite to call him an old man." ”

Liu Yun couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and said: "Lao Zhao, you're not good, as the saying goes, 'you don't hit people in the face, and people don't expose their shortcomings'." People have now changed their minds, and the abbot of Lingyan Temple, Master Mingtong, is highly respected and known to the world. (To be continued.) )