"The poor monk is the abbot of the Qingjing Temple, Huining, this is the poor monk's disciple Huide. The disciples of Huide practice closed-mouth meditation, and if there is a place where the etiquette is not good, please ask the donor to bear with me. Master Huining spoke unhurriedly.

"It turned out to be two masters, disrespectful and disrespectful. Come in. Ye Yanya stepped out of the way.

"I've seen An Shizi." Master Huining saluted, and Huide also bowed slightly.

"I wonder if the poor monk is lucky enough to meet the little benefactor?" Hui Ning asked.

"Naturally." An Ling decided to take the child over.

Ye Yanyao leaned over to him and whispered, "It turns out that he is the Huining who is called the jade-faced holy monk?" ”

An Ling nodded, "Oh~" Ye Yanyao sighed meaningfully, "It does look good." She whispered a whisper.

Hui Ning took the child, "Senior brother, why don't you come and help the little donor touch the top." ”

Wheeler walked over and placed his hand gently on top of the child's head. Within a moment he opened his eyes in horror, but soon he suppressed his fear.

Ye Yanyao looked at Huide's unpredictable expression, "Master? ”

"Ahhh Huide practiced closed-mouth meditation, and for a while he forgot how to speak.

"Senior brother, what do you want to express?" Huining also noticed the difference in Huilu.

"Shi ...... Lord, listen to the poor monk, this child can't stay, her ..... exists, must ...... It will surely turn against its master....... One day, you'll ....... Will be ...... by her Drag to death....... No...... Get...... Good..... stumbling over incomplete words.

"Shut up!" Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ye Yanya.

"What the hell? Let the master have to get along with this child! Ye Yanya finally rescued the child, so she would not allow anyone to take the child away in any form.

"Donor." Hui Ning spoke, "Senior Brother Huide cultivates the Zen of Closed Mouth, the poor monk has never seen a word from his junior brother for more than 30 years, and he must have a reason for saying this to my junior brother today." ”

"Really?" Ye Yanyao raised her eyebrows and asked, "Master, I don't want to hit you. But do you think there really is any 'closed-mouth meditation' in this world? It is possible for a person not to talk to external objects, but can he not talk to himself? His mind is talking to his brain, and he can still quarrel in his heart. ”

Hui Ning was silent, probably thinking about whether what Ye Yanyao said made sense.

Ye Yanyao spoke again, "It is said that those who practice closed-mouth meditation will see blood when they open their mouths." Ye Yanyao took out the hairpin on her head and drew a hairpin on her arm. Even An Ling didn't have time to stop it, "I have blocked this bloody disaster for you today, please don't disturb our lives." It's better never to see each other in this life. ”

An Ling decided to walk to her side, frowned and wrapped her arm with a handkerchief, and said lightly, "Walk slowly, don't send it." ”

The two masters paused for a moment, then saluted and left.

"An Lingju, do you believe what they say?" After the two left, Ye Yanyao looked up and asked.

"Can you believe it?" An Ling asked rhetorically.

"Of course I don't believe it." She took the handkerchief in An Lingju's hand, "I don't believe what the bald donkey said." ”

"I don't believe it either." An Ling decided to take the medicine box and pulled Ye Yanyao's arm to give her medicine.