On the fifth day of June, it coincides with the Dragon Boat Festival.

The door of Chang'an Temple was wide open, and famous monks were invited to teach Buddhism.

At that time, everyone in the Northern Qi Dynasty announced to the world in their own name, inviting the holy doctors in the valley to go to Chang'an Temple to distribute medicine and diagnose the pulse of the poor people.

On this day, in Chang'an Temple, there are many nobles who come to hear the reputation of the Holy Medicine Valley, but more of them are those who are so poor that they can't even afford to eat.

In addition to preparing medicinal herbs, Luo Ze also ordered Ying Wei to boil medicinal porridge early and put some medicinal herbs to strengthen the body into it - the porridge shed was placed in front of the Chang'an Temple, and they scooped out bowls and distributed them to the poor.

In addition, Luo Ze also opened a warehouse and took out the grain and grass prepared by the Holy Doctor Gu to help those refugees who came from afar.

Luo Li was helping on the side, watching him busy in an orderly manner, and his eyes were full of little stars of worship.

The combination of benevolence and majesty has been praised and admired by so many people - the master is the master, and the divine doctor is the divine doctor!

"Little Seven." A gentle voice came from the side.

Luo Li looked back and saw a red-clothed robe, so he bowed slightly: "Abbot of Yunkong." ”

Yunkong stretched out his hand, stroked her head, and said gently: "The poor monk is a little busy today, all the monks in the temple are in front of the hall, I wonder if Xiao Qi can do the poor monk a favor?" ”

Help?

Luo Li hurriedly put down the spoon, took the handkerchief and wiped his hands, and bowed to him again: "Abbot said." ”

"This set of clothes, bothering Xiao Qi to send to the poor monk at the back of the hall, the little monk who kept the lamp there. His name is Green Lantern. Yunkong handed over a burden in his hand.

Green Lantern ......

Green Lantern ......

Green...... Lamp?

He?

Luo Li was stunned.

"Xiao Qi recognizes him?" Yunkong raised his eyebrows.

"When I went to Yecheng a few days ago, I fainted on the street and met the little master of the green lantern. He was the one who took me back to the inn. Luo Li touched his nose and said.

I fell inexplicably that day, and I don't know how my feet didn't obey the call.

Shame on the foreign appearance, hey.

"If Xiao Qi is unwilling, the poor monk will not trouble you." Yunkong sighed, "I still want to wait for Xiao Qi to come back, and the poor monk will take you and introduce you to a friend." ”

Friend?

An inexplicable sense of familiarity rose in his heart, Luo Li hurriedly responded, picked up the burden, said hello to Luo Ze and left.

Looking at the little girl who was familiar with the road, Luo Ze and Yunkong glanced at each other silently, and then went their own way and looked at each other again.

Luo Li came all the way to the meditation room of the green lantern.

It's as quiet as ever.

Lowering his eyes and looking at the green clothes in his hand, Luo Li somehow remembered the scene when he fell into the deep pool a few days ago, and the green lantern jumped into the water.

His green clothes are still in his own Furong Zhai.

Luo Li was thinking about it, when she suddenly heard a light and shallow voice coming from the front-

"Little Donor Luo."

Raising his eyes to look forward, he saw a green coat out of the dust. The phoenix eyes seemed to be smiling slightly, and when they looked at him, the smile rubbed the sun, and it became obvious.

The little monk in Tsing Yi Mu Yang came, and his every move seemed to be able to be drawn into the scroll by contemporary everyone, adding a touch of fun to the upcoming prosperous dynasty.

It's so pretty.

"Little Master Green Lantern." Luo Li was amazed in his eyes, lowered his eyes, handed over the burden, and grinned, "This is Yunkong Fang—the abbot of Yunkong asked me to send it to you." ”

Qing Deng bowed his head slightly, and walked over to take over the burden.

"Eh, little master, aren't you guarding the lamp in the palace?" Luo Li was suddenly puzzled.

She just took a fork in the road and came to the green lantern meditation room. When I came back to my senses, I met the green light again.

That's a coincidence, isn't it?

Qing Lantern also thinks it's quite a coincidence.

He was guarding the lamp, and suddenly felt a strange figure running towards his meditation room.

I thought it was some kind of thief, but when I came to take a look, the thief didn't see it, but the little girl saw one.

On the side, Cen He, who had hidden his body breath, looked at the two who were speechless and choked, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke his forehead.

An afterthought, a rotten wood cannot be carved.

Angry with her, angry with her.

"Stupid, give you a chance, and I won't seize it." Cen Heliang glanced at the two of them and snorted unhappily! Turned away with a thud.

Sitting on the eaves, Cen He supported the bricks with one hand and placed the other on his knees, his eyes still on the two of them.

"God is bitter above, and I don't know what he is thinking?" A tall voice came from the side.

Cen He's side eye.

The visitor was dressed in a yellow robe, and his face was simple, and he looked so kind and kind. Two long whiskers almost hung to the ground, holding a pear wood cane, and the surrounding area was full of immortal aura that could only be seen outside the human race.

It was originally this land.

"These two elm heads." Cen He glanced at Luo Li and Qing Lantern again.

The land knows that Cen He is the second-generation god of fate, and he also knows that she is here to be involved, and the thing she worries about is naturally the marriage between the two.

He also looked sideways, at the two of them.

A disciple who seems to be the seventh disciple of the Holy Doctor Valley Lord, but in fact has another identity; A little monk who seems to be a lamp-keeper of Chang'an Temple is actually extremely noble.

Their blood is enough to match each other.

It's just that......

These two looked at each other but did not know how to speak, and they seemed to be a little ......

It's not very enlightening.

The land groaned for a while, and bowed to Cen He: "God, Xiaoxian has a clumsy plan. ”

"Say." Cen He waved his hand.

The land slowly said what was in his heart.

Cen He listened, frowning slightly.

In this way, she can be regarded as completely involved in it, violating the precepts left by her master.

The last time she violated the precepts for Gu Chen's stinky fox, her vitality was greatly damaged, and so far she has only recovered six or seven percent of her strength.

If this time ......

"Let me think about it." Cen He frowned.

The land knew that Cen He was worried, so he lowered his eyes again: "God, worship on the Buddha Mountain, there are not only Chang'an Temple. ”

Cen He was stunned.

"It's up to you to do this, and it's inconvenient for me to interfere. However, they must not be hurt. After a moment's hesitation, she changed her lips.

The land bowed down again, and the light in its eyes flashed.

As long as he helps this only emperor god, he will have a record of his merits, and he will ascend at that time.

Luo Li finally ended the awkward silence after feeling the cold swishing behind her.

The little girl hurriedly bowed and ran away quickly with her skirt.

Qing Lantern came back to his senses and lowered his eyes silently.

He was just now, and he could have left.

It's just that he can't move his feet inexplicably.

I had to look at the little girl of the Luo family, but they were all silent.

Moreover, I always feel that someone is watching me.

He looked around, but he didn't see a figure, didn't smell a wisp of breath, except for the sweet smell of the little girl's sweat.

A faint sense of uneasiness rose in his heart, and Qing Deng frowned and left quickly.

For some reason, he always felt that the little girl of the Luo family was going to suffer a lot of bad luck.