Ban Fang

Chapter 490
"Why did the little benefactor ask such a question?" The abbot endured the turmoil in his heart, and maintained his calm face.

Of course, she didn't miss the surprise that flashed in the old monk's eyes, and she lowered her head to try to find the crux of the fine lines that seemed to be produced by normal trampling. Could it be that she also used the principle of light and shadow refraction?

Although there were only two people in the hall, she didn't have the courage to put her face on the ground to check whether it was true.

"The bluestone slab is so severely worn, and I haven't seen the master repair it, um—" Yan Yan asked with a fresh and sweet smile, "Could it be left on purpose?"

It's been a few days since I stopped pretending to be a fool, and I was really not used to it for a while, but fortunately, I have kept my skills from being unfamiliar for the rest of my life.

"The benefactor was joking..." the abbot bowed his head and said the Buddha's name, the lips under the long beard twitched, did he have to answer honestly?

To be honest, no one has seen how the Fozheng Temple was completed hundreds of years ago. The rumors are rumors after all. Is it really believed that a building occupying more than half of the mountainside of the island can be built overnight?
How many people can really see the clues to the intricate yin and yang carvings on the ground?
Every day, disciples and grandchildren clean up and manage it carefully. Those who can enter the hall know the meaning of the ground carvings that have been preserved for hundreds of years. Who dares to stand on it so majestically?
Bend slightly at the waist, Yan Xie turned her head to look back at the abbot, half covered her lips, pretending to be surprised and asked in a soft voice: "Master, why is it inconvenient to tell you?"

At this moment, the abbot really realized that what the younger brother said seemed gentle and kind, but it was actually confusing!
Seeing the froze smile on the abbot's face, Yan Xie shrugged his shoulders and gave himself the answer, muttering: "The history of Fozheng Temple has been passed down for hundreds of years, and there are always things that can't be understood."

The old man's expression was so unspeakable, maybe he just stood where he shouldn't be, and Yan Xi deliberately twisted and stepped on the carving a few more times as if playing tricks.

The answer is coming soon, and she doesn't need to hold on to the old man to ask, how immoral is it to be told?
Suddenly, the full moon shines on the bergamot on the roof, and the faint light is reflected in the gaps between the roof tiles. It seems to gather continuously through the reflection of multi-faceted mirrors, projected on the tails of the chibi fish on both sides, and then reflected in the mouth of the dragon head. A strong light projects the auspicious beasts on the four-corner eaves, and the light from the mouth penetrates into the crystal clear sea, and finally concentrates on the mirror at the top.

At this time, the bright mirror shines a hazy yellow strong light directly on the anode carvings, and the ground of the main hall shines like a daylight on Yan Yan's body in an instant.

Bai Xuanyu absorbed enough light, and slowly floated out of the brocade bag to emit colorful mysterious light, while the brand mark on Yan Xie's hand actually refracted a striking white light and reflected it directly on the swastika on the chest of the Buddha statue.

Abbot: ...

Rong Jing never thought that he would be able to witness the reappearance of the Shenguo shipyard in his hands, and he would not be able to calm down in his seventy years, especially when he saw the sheepskin drawings entrusted by his master before his death, the drawn objects were completely presented in front of his eyes , what is more than a stormy sea in my heart?

The situation that the master didn't wait for made him wait, and he almost knelt down in front of Yan Xie without crying, but it's a pity that he is already gray-haired and gray-toothed!

After half a cup of tea, the full moon shifted, and the light in the temple disappeared, as if it was completely absorbed by the Buddha statue, and there seemed to be a slight rattling sound coming from the body of the Buddha statue.

Still unable to open her eyes for a while, Yan Xie suddenly became weak and gasped with one hand on the ground. For some reason, as the light and shadow dispersed, her internal breath seemed to be completely exhausted at that moment.

Cheng Yun settled outside the gate of the main hall, and was surprised to see Yan Xiong gasping for breath. He immediately raised his breath and rushed to find out the reason. He lifted up his weak and limp body, and asked anxiously, "How dare the old monk hurt you?"

The man moved so fast that she didn't have time to stop him, the fan was blowing into the wind, the wind blade pierced the air and attacked the monk in front of the stage, Rong Jing left his seat unhurriedly, the shadowless wind blade pierced the wood three-pointed, shattering the wooden platform and destroying the ground slate.

Rong Jing escaped safely in time, hurriedly praised the Buddha's name, and denied it: "No, no."

Seeing the monk dodging Cheng Yun and preparing to attack again, Yan Xi finally stopped the man who was in a hurry to vent his anger.

"It's not him." Weakly uttering a few words, Yan Yan leaned on the familiar chest and slowly adjusted her breath.

Faced with these repeated tosses, all of which were completed by catalyzing the inner energy, I was really tired of this relic of the Kingdom of God. If she obeyed the cause and effect and continued to stay in Jing'anbo Mansion, she would become that handless man. A noble daughter of a family with the power of a chicken, how should she bear these things?
Could it be that since she decided to dig a tunnel to escape, it was in Daxian's calculation?
She thought she would be able to escape her fate, but after several twists and turns, she found out that she was the one who was being plotted against?

In her previous life, it was only for the benefit of the people of Yunnan. The geological survey before the construction of the reservoir almost destroyed the Daxian's lair, but it was not destroyed. It even cost the lives of three of their girlfriends. Is it necessary to calculate her like this?
Even if the road is biased, it seems to be forcibly corrected. The more I walk, the more I feel that the fake fairy in my hand is revealing the news, which is basically trying to coax her to continue to practice the result that the fox fairy wants. Are the two playing a game?

The sound of the Buddha's call brought back the contemplative Yan Yan, and half-closed her eyes to look back at the old monk who was still walking without a trace.

"I think the benefactor has many questions in his mind, please follow the old monk down the secret path and answer them one by one."

Rong Jing turned the copper bowl surrounded by the two of them, and then there were bursts of rattling sounds, and the secret passage that divided the wooden fish into two was slowly opening.

Yan Xi raised his eyes to ask for an opinion, the man's eyebrows were almost furrowed, his starry eyes showed a faint anger from time to time, and he said in a deep voice, "I hope the answer can satisfy both of us."

Rong Jing called the Buddha's name again, with a bewildering smile on her lips and said: "Whether you are satisfied or not depends on people's hearts. How can the old monk's satisfactory words be the benefactor's satisfactory answer?"

Knowing that he was abrupt, Cheng Yun didn't speak anymore, he helped Yan Xie to the entrance, and said politely: "Master, please first."

Rong Jing walked into the secret passage with a calm smile, lit a small lantern prepared by the side and slowly led the way.

Before stepping into the secret path, Yan Xie stopped and asked, "What should Uncle Mo and Senior Brother do?"

"Don't worry, girl, the Buddha statue on the roof of the main hall has disappeared into a letter, and the Fozheng Temple will be emptied within two hours."

Rong Jing took off her cassock in the tunnel, revealing her layman's underclothes, if not for the visible ring scars, one should doubt whether it is the same person.

"Fake monk?" Seeing that attire, Cheng Yun began to shed tears of sympathy for the monks all over the mountain.

If all the abbots are fake monks, how many real monks are there in the temple?

In order to defend this place, this group of people actually cover everything up like monks?
"Is the girl really a handmaid?" Rong Jing was still mostly happy in her heart after being able to shed decades of meticulous disguise. Pile hundreds of years of mind.

Hearing the profound meaning of these words, Cheng Yun couldn't help evoking a meaningful smile.

　Good morning~ Resurrected with full blood~ Suiyu continues to go to the countryside.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)