Master Yuyuan is the oldest monk in Huangjue Temple and the highest cultivator. Even the current host of Huangjue Temple still calls him uncle!

As Silver Candle said, the name of Master Yuyuan has long spread throughout the country in the Great Holy Kingdom. But there are only a few people who can see him in the Huangjue Temple.

"Miss, shouldn't Master Yuyuan see you!" Silver Candle asked in surprise.

"If he is the only monk who just came to the women's wing, that is!" Leng Huaping frowned, thinking about what Master Yuyuan had come to her for.

"That young lady is really a blessing in disguise, she fainted once and got the eye of Master Yuyuan."

Silver Candle said happily, but why is the cold painting screen so uncomfortable!

"Silver Candle, he hasn't been in my eyes yet!" As long as Leng Huaping thinks of the sentence "Nirvana is reborn and returns to dust, but this soul comes from the past", he is panicked.

Silver Candle blinked her eyes, is Miss too much of a gentleman? Otherwise, how can you say such nonsense.

"Okay, help me to the main hall to chant!" Leng Huaping had some palpitations at the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and the sea of coercion lingered in his heart for a long time, but when he thought of the old lady, he could only bite the bullet.

It wasn't until the cold painting screen arrived at the Daxiong Treasure Hall that he was relieved, because the coercion gradually dissipated.

Leng Huaping stayed on the Daxiong Treasure Hall all night, and she didn't leave until midnight.

When Leng Huaping returned to her room, Yin Zhu was ready to dress her and let Leng Huaping rest for a while, so as not to rush back in the afternoon and be refreshed.

But Leng Huaping sat still in the wing room for an hour before saying to Yin Candle: "Do you know where Master Yuyuan is?" ”

"Is Miss going to find Master Yuyuan?" Silver Candle looked at the cold painting screen and nodded solemnly, and couldn't help muttering, "I can see Master Yuyuan's only son Liu Chongyan in today's sainthood, is Miss taking herself seriously?" ”

"Silver Candle, what are you muttering?" The cold painting screen stared at the back of the silver candle with an ugly face.

Silver Candle tilted her head and said, "Miss, the slave is complimenting you on your beauty like a flower!" ”

"Let's go!"

Women, sure enough, like to hear the words of praise.

Leng Huaping followed in the footsteps of Silver Candle, thinking about how likely it was for Master Yuyuan to meet her.

Thinking that Master Yuyuan came out to see her on purpose, not to see if she was wrong, but to say the sentence "Nirvana is reborn and returns to the earth, but this soul comes from the past"!

Leng Huaping may not like "Baya", but it doesn't mean that she can't hear the meaning of Master Yuyuan's two sentences: Master Yuyuan, she knows that she is a person who has died.

The winding cold painting screen came to a remote place, and looked at a bamboo workshop in front of him, which was the meditation room of Master Yuyuan.

In front of the cold painting screen, a little monk blocked their way: "Donor." ”

"Master Yuyuan is here?"

"The Master has fallen asleep."

"Since this is the case, then please ask the master to wait for Master Yuyuan to wake up, and tell the master to ask for a cold painting screen."

Leng Huaping ordered and then planned to leave, who knew that the little monk hurriedly said: "Donor, please stay." Please come with the little monk! ”

Leng Huaping glanced at the little monk suspiciously, thinking that the words he had just rejected were a prevarication for everyone.

Following the little monk around Zhufangzhai, he saw an acre, which was all flowers and plants picked by Master Yuyuan himself.

At this time, the sky was still hazy, and I saw a bald head bending over to weed in the field.

"Master, someone is coming."

"Well, you go down first."