Walking to the pavilion, Jiang Zebei said in an apologetic voice: "I take the liberty to come and disturb, and please don't blame the two masters." ”

He is polite and polite, and at first glance he is a cultivated person, especially the graceful and luxurious air that people cannot ignore.

The white-robed monk is the person Xuanwu and Jiang Zebei think, Master Yichen.

At this time, the monk opposite Master Yichen, when he saw Jiang Zebei's appearance, he put his hands together and said to Master Yichen: "The people you are waiting for have arrived, I will take them to leave first, and I will be used for a lifetime by your on-demand today." ”

Master Yichen followed with his hands together, and next year he will be nearly 100 years old, but his face is about the same age as Jiang Zebei, with a sad smile on his face.

The monk on the opposite side got up and walked towards the little monk in the road not far away.

I don't know what he said, but the little monks all left after him.

Jiang Zebei looked at the little monks, threw the piles of fallen leaves there, and left with the big monks, his eyebrows raised slightly, feeling that all this in front of him was a little interesting.

Watching the big monk leave with the little monk, Jiang Zebei retracted his gaze, and he looked at the monk in the pavilion again.

Master Yichen smiled: "The donor enters the pavilion to sit? ”

"It's so disturbing."

Jiang Zebei walked over to Master Yichen and sat down.

He listened to what the monk said before leaving.

His instincts were not wrong, and the person in front of him was indeed waiting for him.

The identity of the other party is more and more affirmed.

"Master Jiang, don't come unharmed." Master Yichen spoke again, still with the same compassionate and tolerant appearance.

Jiang Zebei's expression did not move, and he said in a gentle voice: "The master knows me? ”

"When you were still in infancy, the poor monk met once, and it has been nearly twenty years."

These words finally got Jiang Zebei's strange look.

He looked at the "young" monk in front of him seriously, and said strangely: "You must be Master Yichen, but what kind of elixir have you taken, or something to nourish your face, this appearance looks almost the same age as me." ”

Master Yichen smiled lightly.

His gaze crossed Jiang Zebei and looked at the carriage not far away.

This action touched Jiang Zebei's nerves, and his eyes immediately sharpened.

He turned sideways slightly, blocking his vision, and his voice remained gentle as before: "What is the master looking at?" ”

Master Yichen narrowed his eyes this time, and the smile on his face was obvious.

"Back then, it was I who was the benefactor who peeked into the heavens for you, and told your parents that this son must not be a thing in the pool, and he was born to fight, but the evil spirit was too heavy.

Ten years later, there will be a catastrophe, before the age of ten you will meet someone who is destined, and the person who is destined is a woman, let her be named Jiang, your wife, will block thousands of calamities. ”

The other party opened the skylight and told his identity directly, and Jiang Zebei also had a clear attitude.

Whether he believes it or not, whether it's true or not, he should say thank you at this time.

His thanks were casually and easily spoken.

Master Yichen narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Zebei, no matter how he looked at it, he was very kind, like looking at a child.

With such a young face as him, this inclusive look, no matter how Jiang Zebei felt, he felt that his gaze was very strange.

If you are an old monk, you may not have the slightest sense of disobedience.

Jiang Zebei looked away, and his eyes were once again not far away, and the piles of fallen leaves were swept away by the little monks.

Since Master Yichen was waiting for him, he must have something to say, and there was no need for him to take the initiative to speak at this time.