It was really boring, so Yan Zhuo picked up a book and flipped through it.

Her divine consciousness was still outside, and now she was using her heart and mind, which was not difficult for her at all.

The Zhenguo Gong and Mrs. Yan in front of them are a little noisy, and the grass and trees are all soldiers.

Especially Mrs. Yan, when she heard a little movement outside, she had to lift the curtain to check it, and she had lifted the curtain no less than ten times all the way to now. The guards around him were surprised every time, and they didn't know what the lady had to explain, but as soon as they opened it, they put it down again.

They were full of doubts, and Mrs. Yan was also tired.

"Brother Zheng, it's not a way to go on like this. ”

"yes. ”

Yan Zheng smiled, "You, tell you to relax, you have to worry more." ”

"It's not like I'm worried. ”

"Detachment,"

Yan Zheng took Mrs. Yan in his arms, "Everything, there is a husband~"

The carriage went farther and farther, the road became more and more deviated, and Yan Zhuo became more and more vigilant. She put down the book in her hand, and her consciousness swept back and forth, but until noon, her eyes could see the location of Fu'an Temple, but there was still no movement around.

Could it be that they are too worried?

Those who were interested in probing before, were waiting and watching?

These second aunts and Yan Yun'er really accepted their hearts??

Yan Zhuo remembered the kind smile of the second aunt in the morning, and his heart was full of doubts.

It's just that no matter how confused she and her parents were, and no matter how relieved Qingdai they were, this Fu'an Temple has finally arrived.

The mountain road was tortuous, and the carriage could not go up before it reached the gate of Fu'an Temple, so they got out of the carriage.

I see, under the blue sky, the high yellow wall stands quietly, the wall skin is a little mottled, on the left and right sides of the wall, there are six big characters written on the left and right sides of the wall, there is a plaque just above the gate, and the three golden words of "Fu'an Temple" are particularly dazzling and shining in the sun.

The gate was open at the moment, and the ninety-nine steps spread out from near to far, and at the end of that place was a magnificent Buddhist hall. The statue of Maitreya Buddha with kind eyebrows is sitting upright in the middle, revealing a big belly that is not particular at all, which seems to accommodate the trivial things of the mortal world, and at the same time, it is also welcoming their arrival.

The crisp tapping sound of the wooden fish and the low chanting of the monks in the temple can be heard clearly, and the smoke from the burning incense burner wafts in the ancient temple, and the heavy smell of incense enters their mouths and noses unscrupulously.

There is a wind, gently pulling the Buddha bell at the corner of the eaves, with a natural Sanskrit sound. Looking further away, behind this temple, a higher mountain is exposed, and on the top of the mountain, there is still a white patch, obviously the mountain is high and cold, and the snow before has not completely melted......

The heavy momentum of the thousand-year-old temple suddenly poured out.

"Amitabha, the donor has come from afar, please come in quickly. ”

The little novice in the temple had already gone out of the door at this time.

"I'm tired. ”

Mrs. Yan clasped her hands together and replied modestly.

Under the leadership of Xiao Shami, everyone climbed the high stairs step by step, and even if they were tired and sweaty, no one shouted that they were tired.

After all, this is an ancient temple in the mountains, and sincerity is spiritual.

Yan Zhuo and they were relaxed, but when they saw Yan Yun'er panting, they immediately made a delicate posture, and the sweat on their foreheads kept wiping.

Finally, the statue of Maitreya Buddha is close in front of you.

"Amitabha. ”

The host of the temple walked out with a smile, the wide monk's robe, swaying in the wind, "The great and good people came from afar, the boat and the car were tiring, and it was hard." ”

"The host is gracious. ”

After the greetings, Yan Zheng and Mrs. Yan followed the host to the quiet room, sat down and drank tea, and had dinner together.

As for them, they were led by the little novice and went to the fasting room to settle down.

Finally got out of the bumpy carriage and sat on the soft bed, Yan Zhuo rolled on the bed and sighed softly, it was so comfortable.

"Miss, why don't you pay attention to your image, there are all little monks outside......"

Qingdai was busy packing up her things, and she didn't forget to remind her.

"I don't care, the sky and the earth can't stop me from being comfortable at this time. They can see and listen if they like to see, and they can listen to whatever they like, and this little thing can affect them, and the six roots are not pure, so what kind of monk do they have?"

Yan Zhuo lay on the bed, didn't care about any etiquette at all, and said with a smile.

The little monk who was about to come in with food outside heard these words, and the roots of his ears turned red, and he hurriedly used his cold hands to relieve the heat of his ears, and then knocked on the door.

Qing Dai and Xing Zi glanced at each other, and then looked at Yan Zhuo.

Yan Zhuo said no, but his body was very honest, and at this moment, he sat up spontaneously and upright.

That one......

Well, it's okay to say yes, in your own room, it's okay at will, but if there are outsiders, this image naturally has to be paid attention to, and lying deliberately in front of the little monk, I'm afraid it's a little disrespectful.

A smile welled up in Qing Dai's eyes, "It's coming~"

She gently opened the door, only to see a little monk with clear eyebrows, standing in front of the door with a plate.

"Hello donor, the host asked me to bring fasting food, so that you don't come from afar and suffer from hunger. ”

Qing Dai gently took the food in his hand, and saw that although they were all vegetarian dishes, they were also three dishes and one soup, with bright colors, so she thanked her with a smile, "Thank you, little master, we are hungry at this moment, you are really raining in time." ”

The little monk's face turned red again, obviously he hadn't been in contact with too many girl donors before, and he was a little speechless at this time.

"That'...... If the donor has something, he can directly call the monk to come, and the monk's name is Huijue. ”

As he spoke, he folded his hands together and bowed.

"Then I will thank Master Huijue in advance~"

The little monk didn't squeak, just nodded, saluted again, blushed, turned around and left.

Qing Dai's eyes were bright, and the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't be hidden, she took the food, walked to the table next to Yan Zhuo, and put the food on the table one by one.

"The little monk in this temple is interesting~"

"You're used to bullying people. People are so simple, but you play tricks on people. ”

Yan Zhuo looked at the corners of Qing Dai's raised mouth with a smile on his face.

"Where?" she pursed her lips in disapproval, and then looked interested again, "Miss, Xingzi, have you seen it?" The little monk just talked to me, and his face turned red and red, but it was really funny. ”

Isn't it fun? In the house, where can anyone blush more than you? This is finally finding self-esteem in others? Alas, poor little monk......

Yan Zhuo complained in his heart, but there was a conniving look on his face.