Although the mystery of the identity of the debate machine was basically confirmed, Ye Yuan's life did not change in any way.

It's still the habit of the past, studying, cultivating the mind, cultivating...

He is still the little bald man who does not know the world, and he rarely even goes out of the temple.

What is not known is that Ye Yuan often gets into the Qiankun Ding, eats meat and pills in it, and cultivates it by leaps and bounds, seeing that cultivation is about to enter the middle stage of the second order.

And Dao Yue has never been able to see Ye Yuan's cultivation clearly.

This is true in the second order, and it is also true in the first order.

There is no way, the phaseless mana is formless and phaseless, and ordinary cultivators really can't find it, especially when Ye Yuan's mana is not released, it is only possible to detect it above the ninth order.

I have to say that the phaseless dharma body is really the first weapon to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.

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Time flies, autumn goes to winter.

The first snow of the first year of Zhenguan came a little earlier than usual.

Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, like goose feathers, spinning and dancing, Chang'an City is already a piece of snow white, as far as the eye can see, the whole world is silver-white, shining.

Sudden heavy snowfall, the chill between heaven and earth, in an inconspicuous small temple, the temple door was still opened early.

It doesn't matter if there are pilgrims or not, the important thing is that Bodhi Temple cannot refuse anyone's heart to worship the Buddha.

Therefore, even if it is almost impossible for pilgrims to come today, the temple door still has to be opened, and it must be opened on time.

This is not only a sign of respect for the pilgrims, but also for the monks themselves.

The heavy snow is still falling, a big meat ball slowly swayed into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, although there are a lot of candles and incense in the hall, but the door is open, there is still no trace of warmth inside.

The big meat dumpling walked up to an old monk and sat down, probably unable to bear the cold, and shivered a little, like a ball.

A childish voice came from the big ball.

"Master, it's too cold!"

The old monk was very "clean", he was very thin, but his face was still full of red, as if he could not feel the slightest cold in the cold wind.

The old monk opened his eyes, glanced at the big meat ball beside him, shook his head helplessly, and scolded with a smile.

"Dialectic, you elm head!"

Dialectic was not convinced, and couldn't help but ask rhetorically.

"Ah, Master, what's wrong with my elm head?"

Dao Yue was also helpless, so he had to remind.

"Alas, your junior brother is here, take a good look at your junior brother, and then take a closer look at the teacher, what did you find?"

Dialectically looking at the junior brother who entered the door, he suddenly found that he was not wearing a few sets of clothes, and he was not bloated at all.

At this moment, the dialectic was enlightened.

"Master, you're not afraid of the cold!"

Daoyue and Ye Yuan looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"Master, how can you not be afraid of the cold?"

Facing the question of the eldest apprentice, Dao Yue didn't want to answer, he was too tired.

The two apprentices he accepted, the little apprentice only gave him a Diamond Sutra, and then taught him to meditate, and the rest was on his own.

But this big apprentice, forget it, out of sight and out of mind.

There is really no comparison, there is no harm.

Actually, although the dialectic is not a genius, it is not bad, and there are still middle and lower talents, but compared with a "senior" trialist like Ye Yuan, it is naturally too much worse.

Dialectical saw that the master closed his eyes, and he wanted to continue to ask.

Ye Yuan was helpless, so he had to step forward and explain.

"Senior brother, using mana, you can keep the cold warm."

"Ahh

The dialectic was stunned for a moment, and quickly carried the exercises.

Sure enough, it's not cold.

Dialectic happily took off his clothes, he didn't like to be so "fat".

Daoyue finally opened his eyes, looked at the big lump of flesh in front of him that was happily peeling, couldn't help but pat his head, and reprimanded.

"Tell you not to cultivate in the morning, otherwise you won't need your junior brother to remind you."

The dialectic was very aggrieved, and he was unconvinced.

"Master, you have wronged me, I have a cultivator!"

This justifies... It was simply invincible, Ye Yuan was completely speechless.

Dao Yue was even more speechless, and said angrily.

"You're embarrassed to say that you don't care about cultivation, you can't even find out about this little thing, what do you want me to say?"

"Ahh

was also scolded like this, and the dialectic was completely dumbfounded and a little overwhelmed.

Ye Yuan shook his head helplessly, not wanting to evaluate.

After a while, the depressed big meat ball finally lost weight and regained its former slender figure.

"Master Daoyue..."

"Supplies are coming."

No need to ask, Ye Yuan knows that this is the case.

After all, the timing of monthly supplies is almost fixed.

The three of them came out of the Daxiong Treasure Hall together, and then saw that a cart had entered the temple.

The one who delivered the supplies was an old man, dressed in coarse cloth, and wrapped himself tightly, although it was not as big as the big meat ball just now, it was also a little bloated.

As soon as he saw the "thin" master and apprentice, he was shocked and sighed in his heart: Sure enough, he is a master of Buddhism, and his heart is not afraid of cold.

The old man folded his hands and saluted Daoyue, and said.

"Master, this time, in addition to the rice, flour, grain and oil, the owner is kind-hearted, and he also sent more than 100 catties of charcoal over for the temple to use."

Daoyue returned the salute and said.

"Amitabha, please thank your owner for the poor monk."

The old man nodded in understanding, and then said.

"The owner is good to say, don't worry about the insufficiency, I will continue to send it over next month..."

Say this, and do the work.

Before they knew it, the four of them had everything in place.

The three masters and apprentices sent the old man away, and the temple was quiet again.

Dao Yue looked at the merit box, suddenly remembered something, and asked Ye Yuan.

"Debate machine, can you still refine the magic weapon you refined last time?"

Ye Yuan instantly understood what he meant, and he didn't feel embarrassed, so he said happily.

"Yes."

Dao Yue knew that the little apprentice understood his thoughts, and happily agreed.

This kind of unity and friendship between brothers and sisters is very good, he nodded with satisfaction and said.

"In that case, open the box today."

While the dialectic was still in a daze, Ye Yuan had already taken down the merit box and opened it with a key.

Only then did the dialectic react, and remembered the happiness of counting the money before, and suddenly smiled.

It's not that he's greedy, it's just pure, pure happiness.

It's just this simple appearance, which still makes Daoyue shake his head secretly, he said.

"Dialectic, this time you come to find."

"Yes, Master."

Dialectical nodded, his eyes leaping.

He learned Ye Yuan's method last time, grabbed a handful of copper coins, looked for them carefully, and then threw the ordinary copper coins to Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan didn't care, took a thin rope, and passed the copper coins through one by one.

The two brothers cooperated, and the copper coin appeared in front of Ye Yuan.

An hour later, the copper coins in the merit box were finally empty.

"Master, Master, I have thirty copper coins here."

Dao Yue looked at the big apprentice with anticipation and longing, and finally nodded, and affirmed with a smile.

"Well done."

Dialectically scratched his head shyly and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Hey, hey..."

"Debate machine..."

"Yes, Master."

With a gesture, Ye Yuan had nothing to do, and he refined it again.