After a good night's rest, when he woke up the next day, Ye Yuan only felt clear and relaxed.

Ye Yuan pushed open the door, and entered a small courtyard with a single door, opposite the door was a large single room, which was the bedroom of his master Daoyue, and next door was the bedroom of the little monk of dialectic, and Ye Yuan himself also had a separate bedroom.

As long as the courtyard door is locked, this is a small world of independence.

Ye Yuan didn't know... What kind of identity does Master Cheap have in the Grand Boss Temple, he actually has an independent small courtyard.

Just when Ye Yuan was standing at the door, a little bald head came out of the next room and ran away as soon as he grabbed him.

"Senior brother, come with me, I'm almost late for morning class."

Ye Yuan was as good as a stream, and honestly ran behind the little dialectical monk.

When he first arrived in an unfamiliar environment, he needed to keep a low profile in order to integrate into the temple.

It's just that this idea is probably impossible to come true.

As for the reason?

Ahem, this.

…

Canteen.

"Ten bowls!"

"You say, how much can this new little junior brother eat?"

A little monk asked the senior brother next to him with great interest, and his senior brother slapped him directly on his bare little head, and he was stunned and at a loss.

The senior brother not only beat him, but also educated him.

"What nonsense are you talking about, he is the newly accepted apprentice of Daoyue Senior Uncle, you have to call him Senior Uncle!"

"Ahh

The little monk was dumbfounded and silent.

However, the discussion in the cafeteria continued.

Everyone was secretly paying attention to the lean little monk who was making a lot of rice, not understanding how his stomach was long and how he could hold so many meals.

"Wow, twenty steamed buns."

"It's more edible than a pig."

Someone was not convinced and retorted.

"Nonsense, pigs can eat more than he can."

At this time, some people also compared it and retorted.

"Senior brother, the little pig can't eat too much."

"Well, that's just as well!"

"I took five more steamed buns, he won't be able to eat them again..."

Suddenly, the entire canteen was boiling.

Fortunately, the monks in the temple generally do not eat here, otherwise how can these little monks be allowed to make such a fuss.

Ye Yuan was happy while eating.

"Fortunately, the temple canteen is unlimited, otherwise I really won't be able to eat enough today."

As for attracting the attention of the little monks of the whole temple, it is inconsistent with the previous low-key principle.

It's not important, especially when it comes to filling your stomach, it's really not worth mentioning.

No way, the most important thing is to be full.

So he simply let go of his hands and feet and drove at full speed, after all, it was rare to be able to eat a full meal.

"Hiccup, full."

Ye Yuan patted his still flat little belly with satisfaction, and the light description was as if he had just drunk twelve large bowls of thick porridge and thirty big steamed buns, it was not him.

Although the low-key plan failed, Ye Yuan didn't care too much.

Anyway, he's still young, just a kid.

Besides, the war at the end of the Sui Dynasty, and now more than ten years after the founding of the Tang Dynasty, it still hasn't fully recovered.

The household registration system is even more flawed, and in the barren mountains and mountains, people without identity abound, and it is difficult to find out.

At the same time, in a high-class mansion in Chang'an City.

An old man sat opposite Dao Yue, dressed in inconspicuous clothes, but under his personal background, he exuded an endless aura of superiority.

Daoyue took the boiled tea handed over by the old man and took a sip, but shook his head and said.

"My grandfather, I really don't want to taste tea."

"Alas, old friend, after decades of cultivating Buddha, why are you still so unbreathable!"

If Ye Yuan stood here, I am afraid he would be stunned, his cheap master was actually a good friend of the prince of the dynasty.

Daoyue put down the teacup and said very casually.

"If you're embarrassed to say it, just let me take him back to the capital and don't tell me anything else."

The old man's eyes widened and he said angrily.

"Why didn't I tell you, didn't I tell you, his identity must not be revealed..."

"Yes, yes, but, you said this, and nothing else, not even his true identity."

The old man saw that Daoyue was dissatisfied, but he was unmoved, and just persuaded him.

"You have to think clearly, you know, it's not good for you and for me."

"What?"

The secret of the little apprentice can threaten a prince, and this is the most prominent group of people under the emperor.

Dao Yue was shocked, immediately thought of something, and subconsciously pointed to the Sky Dao.

"Yes..."

The old man pressed his finger and reminded him vigorously.

"If you don't see through it, you don't know it."

Daoyue reluctantly withdrew his hand, and the whole person became a little decadent.

To be honest, after more than a month of getting along, he still likes this newly accepted disciple.

However, the forces involved in this little apprentice were too powerful, and a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart: "Alas, disciple, you ask for more blessings!" ”

"Old friend, don't worry, make sure nothing goes wrong."

Facing the old man's confidence and comfort, Dao Yue disdained Dao.

"Bullshit, if there is really anything foolproof in this world, it won't be Zhenguan now."

The old man's face froze, and he sighed again.

"Alas, time is also fate, as it is!"

"That's what you're here for?"

Dao Yue hurriedly shook his head, remembered the business he had come to this time, and said with a serious face.

"No, there's one more important thing!"

"What?"

Daoyue stretched out his hand, looked at the old man with straight eyes, and said confidently.

"Ask for money!"

"What do you want money for?"

"Raise a baby!"

The old man's eyes widened, and he looked at Dao Yue like an alien creature, and he was amazed.

"You, a monk, actually asked me for money to raise a baby?"

Without waiting for Daoyue to answer, he teased again.

"Also, where did the little baby come from, it won't be yours?"

Dao Yue was furious and reprimanded.

"Nonsense, the poor monk is a monk, how can he do such a thing to break the vows."

The old man laughed.

"Hehe, this is not necessarily, when you were young, you old guy didn't drink wine and eat meat."

Dao Yue was speechless, he really forgot, the old guy on the other side knew himself very well.

Helpless, Daoyue had to die with a duck's mouth.

"That's all young and ignorant, besides, if you don't enter the WTO, how can you enter the WTO, and if you don't mention it, how can you let it go."

"Hehe, even if your tongue blooms, it can't change the fact that you broke your vows."

Daoyue knew that he couldn't talk about the other party, so he looked at him calmly, and didn't pay attention to him.

Finally, the old man himself felt bored, so he gave up the ridicule.

"Tell me, who to raise?"

"Isn't that the one you asked me to bring back?"

Raise him?

The old man frowned.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, the temple is full of food and lodging, right?"

"Yes, but he can't!"

I can't see it at all!