Walking slowly in the courtyard of Shaolin Temple, Huo Yuanzhen still had nameless words echoing in his mind.

"You can only outwit, not be invincible", this is Nameless's advice to himself.

It was clear that Nameless had realized the strength of the person who came, and this was the result of a brief discussion between himself and him, and it was best not to fight.

And Huo Yuanzhen didn't think that there would be a battle today, this white-robed woman appeared very strangely, but she didn't show any hostility.

Under the moonlight, his body was pulled out of a long shadow, and Huo Yuanzhen strolled to the door of the Guanyin Palace.

From a distance, a man in white was really standing at the door of the Guanyin Temple, with his hands behind his back, looking at the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva in the Buddha Hall, not knowing what he was thinking.

Or the wide white robe that can't see the figure, or the huge hat that can't see the face, under the miserable white moonlight, there is an unreal feeling.

Huo Yuanzhen walked over slowly, and said to the back of the white-robed woman: "Every mountain needs to open the way, enter the temple to worship the Buddha, don't the donor know this truth?"

As the abbot of Shaolin, Huo Yuanzhen has always maintained a respectful attitude towards the Buddha, and he is still a little uncomfortable when he sees someone standing there directly looking at the Bodhisattva.

The white-robed woman did not look back, but replied to Huo Yuanzhen in her soft and gentle voice: "I can jump over the mountain, I don't need to open the way, I entered the temple to tell you something, and naturally I don't have to worship the Buddha." ”

Huo Yuanzhen frowned slightly, what the woman said was not respectful, but it made people not feel angry.

"You monk is quite smart and knowledgeable, and if you know the couplet of Guanyin, you can also think that I am waiting for you here. ”

The white-robed woman seemed to praise Huo Yuanzhen a few words, but Huo Yuanzhen didn't hear any fluctuations in her emotions, and she didn't know whether the praise was sincere or false.

The two sentences that this woman and Huo Yuanzhen received during the day were a couplet of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the white-robed woman told Huo Yuanzhen in this way that she was going to meet him here.

Huo Yuanzhen's thoughts were a little rippling. If you don't understand her words or connect the couplet, how will the other person see you?

Now is obviously not the time to slip away, Huo Yuanzhen spoke again: "Female donor, the poor monk also has something to ask you." ”

"Well, you're also a dying person, just ask whatever you want, if I know, it's not a very secret thing. I'll tell you, and I'll ask you when you're done. ”

The words of the white-robed woman almost made Huo Yuanzhen faint on the spot, why was she going to die?

Although the white-robed woman didn't look back, she seemed to sense what Huo Yuanzhen was thinking, "Mo Tianxie has come to challenge you." I don't think you have much hope of surviving. ”

As she spoke, the white-robed woman came directly to the futon in front of the gate of the Guanyin Temple, and sat down in front of one of the large futons, with her back to the Guanyin Temple.

It is rare to see such a casual person in the temple, and Huo Yuanzhen is still a little unaccustomed to it for a while.

However, he couldn't force everyone to worship the Buddha, so he had to turn a blind eye to the matter for the time being.

However, he still had to ask many questions in front of the white-robed woman.

After pacing back and forth for a few steps, Huo Yuanzhen's eyes fell on this woman.

Huo Yuanzhen had a feeling that although this woman wanted to ask herself some questions, she didn't seem to be in a hurry. Even a kind of attitude of asking or not asking, even if she said that she would let herself ask first, she herself seemed bored and waited there, actually holding up the index and middle fingers of her left hand, with two fingers pointing down, walking back and forth, jumping, and even dancing on the ground like a little person.

Looking at the huge hat, Huo Yuanzhen asked the question in his heart. ...,

"Who are you?"

The woman was spinning with two fingers, and there was no pause in her movements. It seems that he already knew that Huo Yuan was really going to ask this. Casually said, "You'll find out soon." ”

"Do you know Ding Buji?"

"Recognize. ”

Hearing this answer, Huo Yuanzhen already had a judgment in his heart. No further questions were asked, but a request was made.

"Can you take the hat off, the poor monk has to confirm something. ”

The woman's movements suddenly stopped: "Don't take it off, isn't it good to talk like this?"

Although Huo Yuanzhen didn't know what she was worried about, since she said so, Huo Yuanzhen couldn't force it, and smiled: "It's okay, then I don't know what the female benefactor wants to come to Shaolin to find a poor monk?"

The woman withdrew her hand, and then straightened her waist, but under the cover of the wide white robe, it was impossible to see how she was shaped.

"I want to ask you, what is the relationship between you and Li Qinghua?"

Huo Yuanzhen froze for a moment, then realized something, and thought for a moment: "We are friends?"

"What kind of friends?"

"Very close friend. ”

Hearing Huo Yuanzhen's words, the white-robed woman paused, and then said, "Then what is the relationship between you and An Ruhuan?"

"It's the same as Li Qinghua. ”

Huo Yuanzhen didn't know if she could understand what she meant, but for now, she could only answer like this, and other answers were inappropriate.

"What about Dongfang Qing? Is it the same?"

This white-robed woman seems to know a lot of people and knows a lot of things, although Huo Yuanzhen can answer, but she always feels ashamed.

"That's right. ”

Huo Yuanzhen replied, he almost knew who the woman in front of him was, but he didn't understand, why did she ask An Ruhuan?

I was slightly apprehensive, if it was really the legendary character, then why did she come? Could it be that she was planning to settle accounts with herself?

After the woman asked, she didn't say anything reproachful as Huo Yuanzhen thought, but hesitated a little and hesitated for a long time before asking: "How did you do it?"

"Ah, poor monk. ”

Huo Yuanzhen didn't understand, and the woman said again: "I want to say, how can you get along so well with these women? Don't you feel tired, don't you feel annoyed?"

Huo Yuanzhen was stunned in his heart, the white-robed woman in front of him was very strange.

"Why do you feel tired and annoyed?"

"I look at Dongfang Qing seems to be very annoying, Li Qinghua has also lost her sect, and it should be very annoying to worry about Dongfang Qing's revenge, you are sandwiched between the two of them, why don't you feel annoyed?"

The woman's question was a little naïve, but it was simple and clear. Pointing to the essence of the problem, in her opinion, it is difficult to find a solution to the problem of Dongfang Qing and Li Qinghua.

It can also be said that this woman is not pretentious at all, and she uses the simplest words to express some complex issues.

And when she spoke, she was a little absent-minded. Huo Yuan could really feel it.

It was the first time to deal with such a person, Huo Yuanzhen thought about it: "The poor monk believes that whether people feel annoying or not is determined by their mentality, they have a good heart, and they have specific goals and pursuits. Then people will be motivated, and they will not feel bored to do things, on the contrary, if there is no ideal and pursuit in their hearts, then no matter what they do, they will be bored. ”

Huo Yuanzhen had already seen some of this woman's mentality, and also saw her unpretentious character, so he simply pointed it out.

"Ideal pursuit, then what are your ideals and pursuits?"

The woman stopped playing with her fingers and asked Huo Yuanzhen a little solemnly.

Huo Yuanzhen said without hesitation: "The ideal of a poor monk is to be able to return to the world, and the pursuit is to live a happy life." The woman looked up in surprise. Looking at the monk in front of her who was not blushing and her heart was not beating, she thought that Huo Yuanzhen would say a lot of things, but she didn't expect the other party to say that the ideal is to be vulgar.

When she looked up, she saw Huo Yuanzhen's face, and Huo Yuanzhen also saw the face looming under the hat.

Although it was not real, that glimpse still made Huo Yuanzhen feel as if he had received a heavy punch.

A fantastic face, maybe only that person has such a look.

Huo Yuanzhen really wanted to make sure that this white-robed woman was the person he imagined.

Take a deep breath. Huo Yuanzhen said: "Li Qinghua's flying knife is very powerful. I don't know how to compare it to her master?"

The white-robed woman did not answer.

"She created the Fallen Flower God Cult, Mighty Martial Arts. The poor monk thought that her master would be proud of her. ”

As she spoke, her eyes swept over, but the white-robed woman was still indifferent.

But Huo Yuanzhen was not discouraged, and continued: "Dongfang Qing served as the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, breaking through to the congenital consummation, the Sunflower Treasure Book and the Heavenly Demon Eight Sounds made the people of the rivers and lakes frightened, I really don't know how her master taught such an excellent disciple." ”

The white-robed woman seemed to smile, although Huo Yuanzhen couldn't see it, but she did feel that the other party was smiling, but there was no overly aggressive expression, and Huo Yuanzhen was not sure of the identity of the other party.

But Huo Yuanzhen still had a way, and continued: "Mo Tianxie's Rain-Covering Sword is extraordinary, and with this trick, he has entered the congenital consummation, and now he is also the master of the Demon Sect, and he has made great achievements, and he doesn't know who is the most accomplished disciple in the eyes of their master, Li Qinghua, Dongfang Qing and Mo Tianxie?"

The woman raised her head, as if she wanted to shake her long hair, but suddenly realized that the hat she was carrying stopped halfway through.

However, Huo Yuanzhen's words still had no effect.

Huo Yuanzhen's face did not change, and continued: "Zhu Yuan is now my third-generation Shaolin disciple, but a monk in front of the mountain gate, if you count the generation, you are the disciple and grandson of the poor monk, then even if his master Ran Dongye comes here, he will probably call the poor monk senior, haha, I just don't know if she calls me master, or uncle? ”

Before his words fell, he had always looked relaxed, as if the white-robed woman who had come to chat with Huo Yuanzhen looked stunned, and that relaxed look disappeared in a flash, shook her head angrily, and gave Huo Yuanzhen a fierce look.

Huo Yuanzhen nodded slightly, not afraid that you would be angry, but afraid that you would not react, so it seems that something should be certain.

ps: This chapter was supposed to be updated last night, but I fell asleep tired after ten o'clock when I wrote it, so I only got up this morning and updated it, so I'm very sorry.