As the leader of the martial arts alliance, Pei Ji believed that there were only things he didn't want to get involved in, big and small in the world, and there was nothing he couldn't control.

Even though Qiling Buddhist Temple has always been independent and stayed out of the disputes in the world.

Someone had already reported to him what happened on the mountain road. Pei hated his stupid nephew like Adou, but he was infinitely tolerant and let it go.

Now seeing Ming Yue returning to the temple safely alone, she was keenly aware that something might be going on, so she stayed back again, wanting to ask about the Xian Yi Sect in the name of concern.

As a result, Pei Ji only watched two monks, an old man and a young man, play out the drama of deep love between master and disciple in front of him.

Mingyue first bowed respectfully as a disciple, and then said: "Teacher, it is the disciple's fault that the teacher is worried."

Abbot Wenjing lowered his eyes slightly: "Amitabha, it will be good if you come back."

After a pause, Abbot Wenjing asked with concern: "Have you been well these past few days?"

Mingyue replied respectfully: "Everything is fine. Donor Ning has never neglected his disciples."

Abbot Wenjing's tone was a little more relaxed: "That's good."

The bright moon puts its palms together and bows.

Since Pei saw that the relationship between master and disciple was almost complete, it was time for him to ask.

Just as she was about to open her mouth, Mingyue calmed her expression and said, "Disciple, I have something to report to Master privately."

"Huh?" Abbot Wen Jing raised his eyelids, looked at him intently, and said naturally: "Hmm. I think it must be something important, so just follow me to the inner room."

"yes."

Abbot Wenjing stood up, as if he was about to leave.

Pei Ji, who was sitting aside, stared: "..."

Abbot Jing seemed to notice him when he heard his steps, but he naturally bowed his head and said, "Donor Pei, I'm sorry."

Mingyue had already walked to Abbot Wenjing and saluted Pei Ji together with him.

Pei Ji stood up holding on to the handle of the chair, looking at the two monks in front of him, with a smile on his face, but his tone was rude: "Master Mingyue, if you have something to say, you can't say it in public. If it has anything to do with the Immortal Sect.

, then you have to tell me and listen to it." At the end of his words, Pei Ji pretended to laugh a few times, trying to suppress the rudeness in his words.

But no matter how aggressive he behaved or how straightforward his words were, Mingyue remained unmoved.

After saying "Amitabha", Mingyue softly replied: "This is a personal matter of the poor monk and has nothing to do with anything else."

The word "banza" refers to both things and people.

The translation is: Rain Girl Wu Gua!

Of course Pei Ji heard it, and felt a little embarrassed about his face. But fortunately, no one else saw the joke at the moment.

"What does Master Mingyue mean by this..."

Pei Ji spoke with some embarrassment.

Mingyue said gently: "The poor monk has some things that he doesn't understand, and he would like to discuss them with the master in charge."

Understanding things? Is this important? Pei can't understand the thinking of monks.

But obviously, the thinking of bald people is different from that of the one with hair.

Abbot Wenjing said "Hmm" in a non-committal tone. Although he didn't say another word, he was obviously on Mingyue's side.

Seeing that the old abbot was protecting his shortcomings, Pei couldn't keep entangled anymore. He laughed twice and looked for a way out: "So..."

"Donor Pei, please wait a moment." Abbot Wen Jing answered and handed him up the last few steps.

Pei agreed and watched the two bald heads leave one after the other.

Entering the inner room, the master and the disciple sat on their knees facing each other.

With no outsiders present and only master and disciple left, Abbot Wenjing no longer acted like the abbot of a temple as before, and his face naturally showed concern.

"Is everything really going well these days?"

There was a slight smile on Mingyue's lips: "Yes, Master."

"Yeah." Abbot Wenjing saw that his expression didn't look fake at all, and then he really felt at ease, and the topic turned to the topic: "What do you have to say?"

Mingyue then said: "Disciple wants to know about the secret scroll of the Heart Dharma, but is there an agreement between Master and Benefactor Ning?"

In the main hall, Mingyue had this idea when she heard that Abbot Jing had destroyed the secret scroll of mental skills. However, Ning Dai's words were true and false. She didn't know which one to believe, so the best way was to come back and ask.

Abbot Wenjing.

At least Abbot Wenjing will not make false claims.

Abbot Wenjing was silent for a while, and without too much entanglement, he happily gave Mingyue a positive answer.

Mingyue was not surprised at all, it was just as he thought.

A lot of questions followed.

The topic naturally came to the topic of Buddha bone incense.

Abbot Wen Jing asked: "Yes, I did tell the donor Ning that if you come to get it, I will hand it over."

Mingyue lowered her eyes and remained silent, thinking to herself that she was not telling lies on this point.

"What are you preparing for?" When he was silent, Abbot Wenjing suddenly asked him.

Mingyue raised her head and asked, "What is Master referring to?"

Abbot Wen Jing sighed softly and succinctly said three words: "The fragrance of Buddha's bones."

Mingyue said: "This is exactly what the disciples cannot understand."

Abbot Wenjing did not even raise his eyes, maintaining the appearance of an old monk in meditation, and asked in a slightly aged tone: "Why can't you understand it?"

Mingyue frowned and couldn't explain why for a while.

Why is it so unclear?

Abbot Wenjing was not in a hurry for his answer, so he just sat quietly and let time pass by slowly.

I don’t know how long they sat opposite each other, but Mingyue suddenly asked her master: “What is crossing?”

Abbot Wenjing did not give any answer, but just stared at him quietly.

…

In the inn in the small town, Ning Dai was already lying lazily on the bed, crossing her legs, discussing Mingyue's return to Qiling Buddhist Temple with Aiguo.

The main discussion is whether Mingyue will bring the Buddha bone incense to Qinggu Stream.

The views of one person, one system are unprecedentedly consistent, both of them think: probably not!

After learning that Ning Dai's views were consistent with his own, Aiguo exclaimed: "You don't think so, and you still let him go back?!" He suddenly felt that he was shocked. Is this something that Sister Haiyu can do? Who can believe it?

!?

"You went to so much trouble before, kidnapped people, brainwashed them for so long, and did so many things. In the end, you didn't instigate them to rebel, so you just let them go!?" Aiguo said in one breath!

I talked a lot, but the more I talked about it, the more my head hurt.

Finally, Aiguo concluded: "It's not like you, it's really not like you!"

Ning Dai snorted: "What do you know?"

"Huh?" Then you can explain.

Ning Dai looked up, and after a while she said slowly: "This is called trust."

When Ai Guo heard this, he wanted to complain even more.

However, before the Patriotic Organization could finish speaking, a knock on the door suddenly came from outside the guest room, interrupting the conversation between one person and one system.

Ning Dai turned her head and faced the door: "Who?"
Chapter completed!