"Childe, when you just talked about Nangong Society, it reminded me of Sun Linghe's mother and son."

While hurrying, Fang Shengshou asked.

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot about these two. Let's go, these two won't be in danger, right?" Fang Qing patted his head.

"You care about the mother and son?" Li Feibai replied with a smile.

The heart of the healer's parents, Fang Shengshou has innate kindness.

"They are always innocent, and besides, a female streamer runs around with young children, and it is false to say that they don't sympathize with them." Fang Shengshou replied.

"Don't worry, they're safe, at least safer than in the country."

"How?"

"It's still those words, Zhu Guo needs to use Nangong Ji, so no matter what time it is, they won't be in danger." Li Feibai explained.

After hearing this, Fang Shengshou was finally able to hurry with confidence.

Wearing the stars and the moon, three days later, the group finally arrived outside Changfeng City.

Although it is a suburb of the city, it is already full of people coming and going.

The faces of the people were full of smiles, some whispered and laughed, some carried the burden to do business, and some dragged their families into the city to go to relatives and friends.

"Childe, when we left a year ago, this Changfeng City wasn't like this." Fang Qing was a little surprised.

Li Feibai was also quite surprised.

When they left Jiang Kingdom, the suburbs of the city were still lonely, and there were even frozen bones on the road, but now even the suburbs of the city are very lively, and the city must be even more prosperous.

"Judging by what they're wearing, it seems like life is much better." Fang Shengshou also agreed.

"It seems that this young emperor Liu Xiong has some means of governing the country." Zhao Qiancheng stared at the crowd and said.

"In one year, to be able to transform the entire Changfeng City, this Liu Xiong is indeed good." Li Feibai groaned to himself.

"Childe, let's hurry into the city, Lao Jin is waiting." Fang Qing urged.

"Don't worry, I have to go to the White Horse Temple first." Li Feibai replied.

"White Horse Temple?" Fang Qing was puzzled: "What did Gongzi do when he went to the White Horse Temple?"

"The old man will be deceased."

"But what if Lao Jin can't wait?" Fang Shengshou was a little worried.

Holding the corners of his mouth and smiling, Li Feibai replied: "There is no need to rush about small things, and big things are not bad for a while."

Helpless, the three of them could only keep up with Li Feibai's footsteps.

The White Horse Temple is five miles west of the city, and the four of them arrived quickly.

There are two small novices at the door, greeting pilgrims.

Turning over and dismounting, Li Feibai approached by himself.

"Little Master, excuse me, can Master Huiming be in the temple?"

As soon as they heard the word "Huiming", the two novices looked at each other with some surprise.

"Dare to ask the donor's name, what is the matter with Master Huiming?" A little novice asked.

"You little monk is so rude." Fang Qing saw that the rest of the pilgrims didn't need to ask, and the two little monks greeted each other politely.

It was Li Feibai's turn, but they were interrogated, and Fang Qing couldn't help but be angry.

"My son-in-law came to your temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, why do you ask so much?" Zhao Qiancheng was also dissatisfied.

"Don't blame you, don't blame, it's really the abbot who has a will, and if you want to find Uncle Huiming, you must be notified."

"Doesn't this monk pay attention to the emptiness of the four majors, why is that Huiming still putting up a shelf?" Fang Qing continued.

With a wave of his hand, Li Feibai stopped Fang Qing's words, put his hands together and said, "Please inform Master Huiming, just say that the deceased surnamed Li came to visit a year ago."

"In that case, please wait." A novice walked into the temple.

Another novice intentionally or unintentionally blocked the way of Li Feibai and the others.

Smiling slightly, Li Feibai didn't think it was wrong, and walked to the side to wait.

"Childe, who is this Huiming, why haven't I heard from you?" Fang Qing asked.

"It's nothing, it's just an old friend of mine in Changfeng City." Li Feibai replied with a smile, as if he didn't want to say it clearly.

Fang Shengshou also has it

A little strange, he frowned and said, "I am also familiar with this White Horse Temple, but I have never heard of such a person as Huiming at that time?"

After listening, the three of them looked at Li Feibai together.

Touching his chin and smiling bitterly, Li Feibai could only reply, "Master Huiming only recently came to the White Horse Temple, so you naturally don't know."

Before Fang Qing could ask again, the little novice had already come out of the temple.

"Donor, Master Huiming is invited."

"There's Master Lao." Li Fei bowed in white and hundred.

"Wait for me here, and I'll come when I go." He turned to the crowd and commanded.

"Childe, I'll go in with you." Zhao Qiancheng stood up and said.

After all, this is the territory of Jiang Country, Li Feibai once assassinated the county lord here, although he has already poked his skin and bones and changed his appearance, but Zhao Qiancheng is still a little worried.

"No, there will be no danger here."

To everyone's surprise, Li Feibai actually raised his hand and refused Zhao Qiancheng's request.

After he left, Fang Qing muttered, "What's wrong with Childe, it's weird today."

"Doesn't seem to want to tell us something." Fang Shengshou also agreed.

"Yes, even Qiancheng wanted to follow and protect, but he refused, it's weird."

Fang Qingzhi shook his head.

"Don't guess, if Childe doesn't want to tell us something, it must be for us." Zhao Qiancheng did not complain at all.

This sentence, Fang Shengshou's uncle and nephew also agreed.

Wait carefully for the moment, and say no more.

White Horse Temple is a temple on the outskirts of the Imperial City of Jiang Guo, there are not many pilgrims, most of the people who come and go are civilians, so the sesame oil money accumulated all the year round is only enough to barely maintain the survival of the monks in the temple.

In a well-furnished meditation room, a man in a robe chanted in a low voice.

His beard and hair are all white, his facial features are upright, although his skin has long been wrinkled after the baptism of the years, but the arrogance between his eyebrows seems to tell the master's situation back then.

The most dazzling thing is his earlobe.

The earlobes almost hung down to the jaw, and everyone who saw it was amazed.

"Squeak"

The door was gently pushed open, and Li Feibai slowly walked into the meditation room, his footsteps were very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing him.

"You're finally back." Hui Ming still closed his eyes and spoke softly.

"I'm back." Li Feibai touched his chin and smiled wryly.

"The poor monks have heard about the defense of the country."

Hearing him call himself a poor monk, Li Feibai replied with a smile: "It seems that you are accustomed to your current identity."

"Chanting the sutras every day, occasionally feeling, the bells are constantly ringing, not to mention that the five aggregates are empty, and it can be regarded as seeing through the red dust." Hui Ming replied.

"See through the red dust?" Li Feibai pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "If you really see through the red dust, you won't see me."

Hearing this, Huiming finally opened his eyes and slowly turned around.

He stared at Li Feibai's face for a full quarter of an hour.

"This look is more in line with your personality."

"I also like the way I look now, I used to be too fair-skinned and disgusting." Li Feibai touched his face and replied with a smile.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and Huiming's eyes looked out of the room, as if reminiscing about the past.

"How, is what I said fulfilled?" Hui Ming finally got to the point.