Rong Xing seemed to ignore his words, and looked like a bear in meditation with his head tilted back in thought.

Dongfang Shiming had to wait patiently. Bai Artemisia ran to the door of the lobby alone and looked out to see the temple scene of the flower seat.

The flower fur was also motionless. Dongfang Shiming occasionally glanced at him, and it seemed that the little monk also felt a little tormented.

After a while, Master Rongxing finally moved.

"Well......" He lowered his eyebrows and looked at Dongfang Shiming, just in time to meet Dongfang Shiming's eager gaze, "I don't have an impression." ”

It's like pouring cold water on a fire, and after waiting for so long, the result is that there is no harvest. Dongfang Shiming was a little disappointed, but he was helpless: "Okay." Thanks to the master. ”

Rong Xing turned his head to go about his business, as if he was calculating this month's incense account. Hua Qiu walked to Dongfang Shiming's side and whispered, "The donor has been waiting for a long time, I'll take you out." ”

Dongfang Shiming nodded with a wry smile. He immediately collected his mood and resumed rational thinking.

If the Oriental family of the Glory and Withering Flower Zodiac has not visited, then his previous inference must be wrong? But why the family chose Xiangfeng at once, the more puzzled they became.

However, just as the two of them were about to step out of the threshold of the lobby, a voice like dead wood suddenly came from mid-air:

"Bring him...... This matter is also known to the flower seat. ”

The sound seemed to echo in the air, and it seemed to be transmitted directly to the ear. But there was no one around, which surprised both Dongfang Shiming and Bai Artemisia.

"This is ......" Dongfang Shiming looked at Hua Qiu, but saw that the little monk's face was also surprised, as well as incomparable piety and respect.

"Old man, the abbot of the Rong withered flower seat, the withered Zen clothes."

It was the same Sanskrit sound echoing again, and Dongfang Shiming affirmed the identity of this person. Suddenly, he felt a rapid excitement in his heart, and it seemed that this glory and withering flower seat was really the right one.

Turning his head, he saw that Master Rongxing also turned around solemnly and put down the account book in his hand.

He looked at the little monk Huaqiu: "In that case, you can take them to see the abbot...... Alas. ”

With the last sigh, Dongfang Shiming and Bai Hao didn't know why. Hua Qiu looked extremely happy, and nodded again and again: "Yes!" ”

It seems that meeting the abbot is also a great blessing for the Nianhuaza monks. The fact that they had been appointed by the abbot for the first time should have been an incomparable honor in the eyes of the monks.

Without further ado, Hua Qiu led the two of them happily towards the highest tower.

The top of the tower is carved with lotus, and the texture of the rough sand and stone polished wall can be seen from a distance. The radius of the temple is much wider than what you can see on the mountain, and it is only when you walk through a forest planted in the temple that you can see the whole picture of the pagoda.

"These trees are all kapok planted by our abbot himself." Hua Qiu explained to Dongfang Shiming very seriously, "The masters have said in the past that kapok makes sense in our Buddhism......

Dongfang Shiming had heard of this "truth" somehow, so he didn't pay much attention to Hua Qiu's story. But he was a little curious about the abbot's extraordinary ability to transmit sounds.

The prestige of the Lotus Flower Seat in the Shengping Heavenly Buddha Gate is very high, and it is said that it has stood here for thousands of years. It stands to reason that this withered Zen-clothed abbot should also be a master of Xuanhui, and it is not surprising that he is familiar with some extraordinary abilities.

Hua Qiu was still talking about the truth, but Bai Artemisia was fascinated by it. Dongfang Shiming walked slowly, looking at the unfinished leaves on his side, thoughtfully.

Soon they walked to the front of the tower. The entrance is not wide, and it can be seen that this tower has weathered the vicissitudes of time.

Now that they are here, it is a little late to ask Hua Qiu about their abbot's ability. Just as Hua Qiu had just finished explaining the truth, the three of them consciously fell silent and walked up the steps towards the tower.

When I walked in, it was still dark. After a while, Dongfang Shiming was surprised to find that the walls of the steps were densely engraved with Buddhist scriptures.

As soon as I touched the words on it, a warm current hit my fingertips. Dongfang Shiming immediately withdrew his hand, it seemed that these words were not ordinary, and it might be some kind of Buddhist technique.

Hua Qiu walked excitedly and cautiously in front, retracting cautiously a little back with each step. Dongfang Shiming counted the number of floors they had climbed, and it was now the seventh floor.

Glancing at the stairs overhead, Dongfang Shiming noticed a faint light.

"We're here." At this moment, Hua Qiu in front whispered to the two of them.

There were still a few steps to go from the eighth floor, and the three of them slowed down and walked up solemnly.

After reaching the eighth floor, the warm and deep dim yellow light enveloped their vision. Other than that, there is the silence of no man's land.

The air you breathe is warm and somewhat dry. As their eyes swept over, they saw a light-filled screen in the center, with figures in it, and all the little light came from the screen.

"That's it...... Is the abbot in dry Zen clothes? Oriental poetry said to himself.

“…… Of course, the old man is. ”

Even if it was as slight as a whisper, it was responded to by the withered Zen clothes. I saw that the figure in it moved, and seemed to turn around.

"Abbot." Seeing this, Hua Qiu hurriedly bowed his head.

Through the hazy screen, only the figure can be faintly seen. Dongfang Shiming looked at the shadow behind him, and then pulled Bai Hao and bowed together: "Abbot, the juniors are disturbed." ”

The back of the withered Zen robe is curved, and it looks a little short. His voice slowly came from the screen: "The old man asked you to come, I can't say bother." ”

The tower is so quiet that you can even hear the breeze flowing. Dongfang Shiming and the two met the abbot, and soon got to the point.

"Is there any clue to the abbot's confusion about the juniors?" Dongfang Shiming asked.

The voice of the withered Zen clothes was silent for a moment. In the meantime, I saw only the shadow of the lamp, and after a while, the voice of the withered Zen clothes came again:

"It's just fragments. The cause and effect, the old man has also expected it since then——"

Dongfang Shiming blinked, and his mind was concentrated.

"Look at your age, you are the son of the Oriental family." The withered Zen clothes stretched out a finger and tapped the screen surface. "What do you have to do with what you asked for?"

Dongfang Shiming faced the withered Zen clothes, one is still the truth, and the other is also out of respect, so he naturally will not hide it: "Don't hide it from the abbot." The younger generation is here for their biological mother......"

In the silence of all directions, Dongfang Shiming briefly told the events of that year. Most of them come from the facts that have already been learned, and in order to finish it as soon as possible, he will make a long story short and avoid touching on his inner feelings.

A few sentences explained his purpose, and the dry Zen clothes seemed to fall into thought after listening to it. Dongfang Shiming was silent after speaking, quietly waiting for the abbot to give him the clues.