Sweet Noble Heir

"Surnames are so mixed that there are almost no rules." Qi Qingxing has a shallow crease in his eyebrow.

Jiang evening white point head, "feel here almost have gathered a hundred surnames."

She subconsciously looks at the big monk at the door, which directly points to a pair of simple and unsophisticated eyes. Jiang Wanbai is startled and subconsciously grabs Qi Qingxing's sleeve.

"What's the matter?" Qi Qingxing held her with his back hand and looked along her eyes. He also saw the big monk who didn't know when he had woken up.

After the monk opened his eyes, the gap between his eyebrows still did not disappear. The whole person's facial features showed a vicious look that was not easy to be provoked. However, those eyes made Jiang Wanbai's one Zheng too peaceful, which was another extreme compared with his facial features.

"Master, do you know why there is no incense burning in this ancestral hall?" Jiang Wanbai stopped for a moment and pulled Qi Qingxing to approach the great monk. He asked curiously, "I have never seen any ancestral hall that doesn't burn incense."

"How many ancestral halls have you seen?" The big monk opened his mouth, his voice was rough and hoarse, but the unexpected was not hard to hear. On the contrary, it made people feel strange and peaceful.

Jiang Wanbai knew that the great monk in front of him was also a man of Taoism. "Although I have not seen all the ancestral halls, I have seen many."

"Since it is not the ancestral hall of all people, what is so strange about having one or two different ancestral halls? The world is so big that you have to take care of it? " The monk closed his eyes when he finished.

It seems that he refused to talk to Jiang Wanbai again.

Jiang Wanbai didn't feel angry when he was rebuffed by the great monk. He reached out and touched the tip of his nose. He took a look at Qi Qingxing and looked back at the tablets. For a moment, he felt that these tablets were eyes and were staring at her.

Especially inside the ancestral hall, even if the gate is open, it is still in the dark because there is no candle light. Even if the gate is open, it is still in the dark. After Jiang Wanbai takes a look at it, the feeling of being stared at is more serious and gives rise to a sense of fear.

"Let's go." Jiang Wanbai takes back his sight. There is no difference on his face. He holds Qi Qingxing's hand.

Qi Qingxing nodded and left the ancestral hall with her, but the big monk always sat cross legged on the futon at the door, and did not seem to care about their departure.

Just when Jiang Wanbai and Qi Qingxing disappear completely, the big monk suddenly opens his eyes, stands up and calls respectfully to the monk with a hat from another direction: "martial uncle Mingyuan."

After leaving the ancestral hall, it was already late for Jiang Wanbai to see the sky. She also gave up the thought of going to the forbidden area again. She said to Qi Qingxing, "let's go back."

"Do you have any clue?" Qi Qingxing couldn't help asking.

He always felt that since the beginning of Daqing temple, Jiang Wanbai had already noticed something wrong.

Especially on the way, she was so curious about the origin of Daqing temple. At first, Qi Qingxing thought her curiosity was very common, but now I think it's wrong.

Jiang Wanbai shakes his head. "Originally there are clues, but after entering Daqing temple, those clues are all broken up."

She has a lot of questions waiting to be answered, and she has no clue.

When they returned to the courtyard, they found that the atmosphere was not right. The mammy next to Mrs. Qi just came out of Mrs. Qi's room in a hurry. They met Qi Qingxing and Jiang Wanbai. Their eyes lit up and said, "son of a generation, Miss Jiang, go to the old lady and have a look. Something's wrong!"