A ray of light cast out of the thin window paper.

"Scared."

Buchen opened his eyes, and what came into his eyes was a pure and flawless face, and those big eyes were looking at him tightly.

"Qianqian, do you know that the little monk didn't wake up, and he came to refresh me."

patted his chest, and Buchen was a little speechless.

It's the first time I've been woken up by a ghost in the morning.

Looking at Buchen's ignorance that he had just woken up and inadvertently shown, Du Qianqian smiled playfully.

It's the first time I've seen such a dust, but it's pretty cute.

"Holy monk, I thought that you eminent monks meditated at night, but I didn't expect to sleep too."

"That's what I said, I'm a monk and not a god, how can I not sleep, besides, sleeping is a great enjoyment in life."

Buchen shook his head.

In fact, what Du Qianqian said is right, many Buddhist monks can use zazen instead of sleeping, which can not only restore the spiritual energy, but also accumulate over time, and the practice of Buddhism can also be greatly improved.

But after all, it is modern thinking that occupies the main body, and Buchen will never give up sleeping and eating, even if one day, his strength is so strong that he no longer needs food intake.

Conversations.

The smile on Du Qianqian's face changed, and she looked out in fear.

The jade pendant in front of the monk's robe emitted a glowing green light, which firmly protected her.

"It's so early, it seems that the master really doesn't need to sleep."

The fox glanced suspiciously at the dawn outside, and Buchen couldn't help but mutter.

Outside the house.

The commanders who had changed into their official uniforms early were tall and had serious faces.

And in front of them, a man on a horse.

The horse is unusually handsome, and its whole body is snow-white and translucent without the slightest variety, and you can faintly see the powerful power contained in the bursting blood vessels on its body.

On such a horse, there was an old man with a childish face.

Lao Suo's thin figure was shrouded in a wide black robe, and he looked slightly comical.

However, all the commanders, even Tie Niu, did not squint at the moment, and there was a faint look of awe in their eyes.

Lao Su fell like a fallen leaf from his horse.

A priest immediately stepped forward.

"The best ingredient, don't starve it."

Some hoarse voices spit out from Lao Suo's mouth, which seemed to be the tone of commanding his subordinates, and the commander who was high in the eyes of ordinary people, but without the slightest anger, smiled and took the reins from Lao Suo's hand.

"Don't worry, Ziyang Dasi, if you are hungry for me, you won't be hungry enough to chase the wind."

"Go ahead."

Ziyang waved his hand lightly at him.

At the same time, all the Si Ming looked at Ziyang with undisguised fanaticism in their eyes.

In the Fengtian Division, the lowest level is their command.

Further up are the great priests, and each of them is a cultivator with strong strength.

And even so, Ziyang's strength is definitely the best among the big divisions, and the most brilliant record is that he once was alone and wiped out a hundred-year-old dragon who did evil.

If it weren't for Ziyang's lack of seniority, I'm afraid it would have been more than just the position of the Great Commander.

"Everyone, let's talk about it, there are results of the investigation into the Du Mansion."

Although Ziyang's gaze was a little cloudy, it carried a strong aura, making everyone dare not look directly.

"Tell the Great Priest that this matter ......"

Zheng Tianguang took the lead and told the ins and outs of the matter.

However, in front of Ziyang, he didn't dare to add the slightest cheer.

Listening to Zheng Tianguang's narration, Ziyang's gaze was always calm, until when he heard the word butterfly, a terrifying light suddenly erupted in the old man's eyes.

"Oh, you said that the black-robed man at the head may also have a butterfly pattern on his clothes?"

Zheng Tianguang was startled, lowered his head and explained.

"According to the holy monk's speculation, and the fragmentary fragments of Du Niangzi, there may be a butterfly pattern on or there in that group."

Ziyang's eyes regained his calmness and said lightly.

"The whole world is not the king's land, just a butterfly pattern, but it doesn't mean anything, that holy monk doesn't know where the disciple of Buddhism is, maybe the old man has met him."

"Back to the Great Priest's order, the holy monk is called ......"

Before Zheng Tianguang finished speaking, a footstep sound came from behind a group of people.

"The little monk's name is not dusty."

Buchen looked at the old man in front of him, and there was also some curiosity in his eyes.

In this old man, he faintly felt some inexplicable familiarity, not that his face was familiar, but the breath of the old man, déjà vu.

"Not dusty."

Ziyang also saw that the young monk opposite was a little familiar, and chewed slowly in his mouth.

Suddenly, Ziyang's face trembled wildly, and his body turned into an afterimage in place, running towards Buchen.

The strong wind rose at the front door, and it was just an instinctive reaction, Buchen raised his foot, and then a miserable scream sounded.

Silence, deathly silence.

Goo-dong.

Everyone could clearly hear the sound of their saliva swallowing, and the scene in front of them made everyone petrified in place.

They're kind of trying to snap their eyes off, isn't that true?

Ziyang, who is regarded by them as a fairy, will one day be kicked away.

This holy monk is so fierce.

"Donor, the little monk and you meet for the first time, you have to make a ruthless move next time, is there something not good."

Looking at Ziyang who was embarrassed not far away, Buchen couldn't help frowning.

This scene was something he hadn't expected, but if he was scared, he would be a little too underestimating himself, even if this person's identity didn't seem to be ordinary.

To say that Zheng Tianguang is the most panicked at the moment.

He couldn't figure out how Buchen and Ziyang would be like this when they met for the first time.

Hurriedly went over to support Ziyang, and asked in a panic: "Is there some misunderstanding between you and the holy monk, the holy monk is very good, and he saved me, it is impossible to ......"

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Tianguang felt that he was pushed away by a soft force.

Ziyang patted the footprints on his chest, and blurted out the words, which made the priests, who were already in a mess, as quiet as cicadas.

"Uncle Shi, don't you remember me, I'm Ziyang."

Uncle Shi?

The three words sounded in everyone's hearts like thunder.

Ziyang is stable on his feet, he is a disciple of Master Huiguang of Hanshui Temple, although he is named, but Master Huiguang is the absolute old man in the two sects of Taoism and Buddhism today, and Ziyang has killed most of the disciples of Taoism and Buddhism in terms of generation.

And the dust is only in his twenties, Ziyang actually called him his uncle.

At this moment, everyone present couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with their ears.

After Buchen heard this title, he was also a little shocked.

A dusty memory gradually came to my heart.

That year, in the heavy rain, an old man with gray hair knelt hard outside the Hanshui Temple, he couldn't bear it, and begged Huiguang for two words of love for him.