When the iceberg is sweetened by me

Chapter 184

Now that the signal is covered in no-man's land, it is easy to find it when you go to the local area to check the detailed map.

Zhengjue Temple is located in a deep mountain to the east of Lingjiu Peak. Looking at the map, you have to walk a long way to get there.

The reason why Meng Zixian wanted to go before Beiyan and Mu Jinhan was that he wanted to meet that Master Yiguang first.

He thought, if these practitioners could really budget, they might have already guessed that he would come.

It's still snowing this morning.

The smog in Jindi is not as severe as in the imperial capital. After driving out of the urban area and on the expressway, there are many ravines and continuous mountains on the roadside. The mountains and the valleys are covered with fog. Fortunately, it is not a heavy fog that affects traffic. He went all the way,
We arrived at our destination at 07:30, which is where Dailuoding is located.

It's much, much colder here than in the urban area. Meng Zixian parked the car and got out of the car. The sound of the wind poured into his ears like an invasion, and his ears turned red instantly.

He put on the hat on his clothes and breathed in the fresh air at this high place. There was a faint smell of incense in it, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect.

He didn't go directly to Dailuoding, but walked around casually, thinking... If Yan'er grew up here, she must have been there everywhere.

And according to what Beiyan said, the mage might still be on his way here, and he also hopes to meet him here.

The snow here is bigger than that in the lower places.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew again, but this time, there were other sounds in the wind.

I don't know where the monastery is, there are monks who are chanting scriptures.

In such weather, he walked into a monastery unknowingly.

As soon as he entered the gate, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

There was a group of young rings wearing green shirts, brown cloth bags, and bamboo hats, lined up, and came out from the front door...

The one who walked in the front looked to be eleven or twelve years old, a girl.

Behind her was a mini doll, also a girl, about three or four years old.

Among them, some of them recited together with immature childish voices: "The evil karma created in the past is all rooted in greed, hatred and ignorance without beginning. It is born from body, speech and mind, and all sins and obstacles are repented..."

It was obviously just an unintentional scene, but when the group of children passed by him, his nose became sore unknowingly.

In the misty and snowy environment, he seemed like, would Bei Yan be like this more than ten years ago?
Thinking about this moment, he suddenly raised his hand and stopped a child.

All of a sudden, the kid and the people behind her stopped.

"donor."

The immature voice has a feeling of washing the soul.

He breathed a little, feeling a little nervous in his heart, paused, and asked, "Little Master, where are you going?"

"I'm going to attend a Buddhist class run by my master."

The child speaks Mandarin without any local accent, just like Yan'er.

After answering, the little master clasped his hands together, bowed to him, and continued walking.

He didn't move, just stood there and watched them all leave.

Unfortunately, those children walked out of the gate, and before they had walked a few steps, he heard the children suddenly say in unison: "Master Yiguang!"

Immediately, Meng Zixian's eyes widened.

He suddenly turned around and walked out the door, and saw an old monk wearing a brown shirt and leaning on a cane, followed by several female monks, coming here.

The teacher and father had a pleasant smile and a kind face.

(End of this chapter)