After interpenetrating with Lord Hou, he became addicted to house fighting

"No and no," the old monk opened his eyes, flashing with energy, "It's not that it's not complete, it's that it's all gone!"

Rong An sneered, "If the soul is not there, how can I be like an ordinary person?"

"The reason for this is too mysterious, it happened by chance and coincidence," the old monk smiled mysteriously, "It's just because you are not the only one in this world who is like female Tanyue."

Rong An thought for a while and asked, "What's your solution?"

"Where is the object that the former old monk gave to female Tanyue?" The old monk asked without answering.

Rong An retaliated in the same way: "Is that the key thing?" In fact, he didn't know what the old monk gave Chu Yin, but when he came back, he found a Buddha statue pendant that he had never seen before. Guess it should be this.

I just don't know why A Yin didn't tell him.

The old monk chuckled, "That's just a piece of evidence. But I don't know if Nu Tanyue is in a hurry to recover."

Rong An blinked, "I heard that there are a lot of things that need to be prepared for the opening of the altar. I don't know what the master needs me to prepare?"

"Just a quiet room," the old monk closed his eyes again, turning the beads in his hand, "In addition, Tanyue needs to tell the real birth date."

Rong An raised his eyebrows, "Master can open the altar in this way?"

"Amitabha," the old monk clasped his palms together, "the old monk needs to consume his own merits for Tanyue."

"Okay then," Rong An nodded, "When will it start? Don't you need to choose an auspicious day?"

"With the blessing of the Buddha, I am not afraid of all evil spirits." The old monk stood up and bowed slightly towards Rong An, "If it is convenient for Nu Tanyue, I can do it now."

Rong An looked around, "I'm afraid it's inconvenient for people to come and go here, why don't you go to my room?"

The old monk was about to nod, but he vetoed it again: "No, no, Master, although he is a monk, is still a man after all. It is very inappropriate to go in and out of a woman's boudoir, so let's stay here."

A look of impatience flashed across the old monk's face.

Rong An said again: "I'll ask someone to fetch the futon, and by the way, please don't let others get close."

He smiled and asked, "Do you need to sit cross-legged?"

The old monk nodded, "Yes. Female Tanyue may feel a slight dizziness when the old monk is chanting sutras, but it won't last long."

Rong An nodded, "This is the best, I'm afraid of pain."

As he spoke, he walked to the door and asked Lian Dong, who was standing outside the door, to fetch two futons, "The one I usually sit and meditate on is fine."

While talking, he gestured.

Liandong agreed, and left quickly, and after a while, she really came back with two futons wrapped in muslin.

Rong An put it on the ground and asked the old monk to sit down.

The old monk insisted on letting him sit first.

Rong An didn't argue with him, and sat cross-legged as expected, and asked, "Do you need to close your eyes?"

The old monk smiled and nodded, "Female Tanyue closes her eyes, the old monk needs to put his palm on the top of your head."

Rong An closed his eyes according to his words, and said, "I'm looking forward to the result the master will give me."

The old monk twitched the corners of his lips, feeling that he was talking too much.

Just as he raised his hand to let it go, Rong An suddenly tilted his head, opened his eyes and looked at his wrinkled palm, "Excuse me, master, have you washed your hands?
"Sorry, I just washed my hair, and I'm a little worried about getting dirty."

There was a flash of anger between the old monk's brows, "Female Tanyue, if you interrupt like this again and again, it is very likely that you will fail! Don't you want to get back to normal?"