Bypassing the main hall, passing through a purple bamboo forest, only to arrive at the residence of Master Shanyuan, some herbs and flowers were planted in the small courtyard, the little monk pushed open the courtyard door and stood aside, his eyebrows lowered: "The little monk will not go in, Lord Zhan, please!"

Zhan Qing bowed his head and walked into the small courtyard with February.

Xu Yue is the people in the house heard the sound of the conversation between Fang Cai and the little monk, "crunch", the only room in the small courtyard was opened, the man was wearing a white wide-sleeved robe, his head had been shaved, and there were several ring scars on his head.

Zhan Qing knows that Buddhism is a category, the more ring scars, the higher the status, and the monk in front of him holding a string of Buddha beads has nine of them, and only Buddhist disciples with high understanding and good Buddha nature can have so many ring scars.

"Master Zhan, there are some things that the monk wants to say to you alone, is it convenient?" His facial features are not particularly outstanding, but his temperament is indifferent, and his eyebrows and eyes are gentle and stable.

Zhan Qing intuitively felt that this person did not have any evil thoughts towards her, so she turned to January behind her and said, "January, you wait for me outside the small courtyard, and I will come out in a while."

"Yes, Miss!" January nodded, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

"Lord Zhan wants tea?" Shanyuan turned around and brought out a steaming pot from the room he had just come out of, and a wooden tray with a tea set, and placed the things on the white stone table in the small courtyard very easily.

took it out, Zhan Qing naturally nodded, and then as soon as he lifted his robe, he sat on the stone bench on the side very unceremoniously.

Shanyuan just lowered his eyebrows and took out last year's old tea from the can, Zhan Qing thought that he would have a set of forms like some tea lovers, but he didn't want him to directly grab the tea and throw it into the cup, so he lifted the kettle and flushed the water into the cup, and the action was smooth.

The tea leaves had not yet been brewed, swirling in the teacup, Shanyuan moved the cup to Zhan Qing, and said with a light smile: "If you don't mind, you can still eat it."

Zhanqing naturally doesn't mind, for her, making tea is a taste whether it has a form or not.

So he shook his head: "I don't mind, it's all tea, there's no need to stick to the form, after all, the taste is the same."

The hot tea on the table was smoky, and Shanyuan smiled and asked, "Why isn't Miss Zhan curious about the intention of finding you for the monk?"

"If the master doesn't want to say it, I just say that you won't open your mouth if your saliva is dry, if you want to say it, just say it." Zhan Qing picked up the hot tea, took a sip, and his amber eyes were slightly curved, which was the quirky appearance that should be at this age.

But the implication of the words is to tell the good fate, whether you like to say it or not, this girl can listen to it or not.

Shanyuan felt a little like laughing for a while, and the face of a girl in front of her was not at all like her mother's, but the charm was very similar to her.

"The poor monk watched the sky a few nights ago, and found that the fate of the Zhan donor will fluctuate greatly in the future, and even calculated your eight characters, and found that your qi was exhausted early, and the poor monk's cultivation was insufficient, and he couldn't see through it for the time being." Although Shanyuan smiled slightly, his eyes were plain.

Zhan Qing inexplicably felt a threat, which came from her own defensiveness, when she was still the young master of the Mo family, she often had a lot of dealings with the Yin and Yang family, and naturally knew that these strange forces and gods were not made up.

And the monk in front of him, I'm afraid that he really has some cultivation, not a puffed up god, although I don't know where he got the original owner's eight characters, after all, this thing is very secret in modern times, so she has to stand up all over her body.

Amber eyes raised, through the rising mist, the girl's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes: "Zhan Qing thinks that he has no ability to make the master bother so much, and please let the master not let Zhan Qing worry about this."