Huizhi stepped out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, glanced at Chen Mengtian and the others, and swept towards Xuanjue and Qingyuan, who came back.

He spoke to the disciples behind him, "Ziming, Zishan, you take all the donors to the backyard so that you can settle down." ”

Two disciples stood out from behind him, and put their hands together at Huizhi, "Yes, presiding." ”

The two disciples came to Chen Mengtian and his party, "Amitabha, donors, please move." ”

Chen Mengtian didn't move, but stared at Jiang Zebei silently.

Facing this stubborn and persistent gaze, Jiang Zebei pinched the Buddha beads in his hand.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, turned around and bowed lightly to Huizhi, then took Chen Mengtian's hand and walked in the direction of the backyard.

Seeing this, Ning Er and An Er, who were eating osmanthus cakes, also held hands and kept up with their mother and father.

Suzaku, Shiyi, Dark Guard and others, quickly followed.

The team of dozens of people left, leaving Huizhi and a few disciples behind him, as well as Qingyuan, who was left in place.

Hui Zhi waved his hand to the disciples behind him, and these people quickly left.

Qing Yuan saw that his face was expressionless, his eyes fell into silence, and he stepped forward and bowed his head to Huizhi gently, "Preside." ”

"Alas! The day has finally come. ”

Listening to Huizhi's exclamation, Qingyuan kept an indifferent expression, as if nothing could affect him.

Hui Zhi glanced at him, "When I rescued you back then, I knew that you were a member of the Wu clan, and you have been very responsible over the years, and the poor monks also knew that you were a good boy, and you should leave in the future to keep your heart, and don't want to harm others." ”

Qingyuan lowered his eyes, and the pupils under his eyes shrank slightly, but his face was as indifferent as before.

Seeing this, Hui Zhi sighed in a low voice, turned around and walked towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Listening to the footsteps in the distance, Qingyuan raised his eyes and looked at the back of the host who had gone away.

He's a good guy?

This sentence couldn't help but make Qingyuan fall into self-deprecation, if he was a good person, the ghost qi on his senior brother would not be completely fused with flesh and blood.

Between his mother and his brother, he chose the former.

Qingyuan retracted his gaze and turned to face the huge temple of the Great Yin Temple, he raised his head slightly, staring at a crescent moon in the sky.

Is his mother now watching the same crescent moon as he is?

After not giving the tribesmen the blood they want for so long, does my mother have to suffer?

After thinking about it, Qingyuan shook his head and smiled, his mother was a saint, and everyone dared not do anything to his mother.

And the target of those people is the blood on the senior brother's body, as well as his traces, or rather, he is the Holy Son.

Qingyuan's fair and thin face showed a sad and melancholy look.

He silently lowered his head, closed his eyes and twisted the beads, and whispered the Dharma that calmed his mind.

……

Here, Chen Mengtian, Ning'er, An'er, Suzaku, Shiyi and others were taken to the quiet backyard of Dayin Temple.

When entering the hospital, Jiang Zebei asked Ziming and Zishan to leave, and he personally took Chen Mengtian and others into the backyard.

After coming to the room, Jiang Zebei lit the candles in the house, turned to look at Chen Mengtian beside him, "When I leave in a while, I will ask the people from the temple to bring fast meals, all of which are vegetarian food, you and the child eat some first." ”

"Well, where are you going?" Chen Mengtian asked.

"I'm going to meet the host, and I want to talk to him about something."

"Can you come back tonight?"

Jiang Zebei stopped speaking, staring at the Buddha beads in his hand.

Chen Mengtian smiled when she saw this, and she shouted, "Aze." ”