"Anything else you want to ask?"

Listening to her voice made Cheng Fan feel like he was having a myocardial infarction.

He decided to send her away as soon as possible.

"Well... the master of the temple is an old man..."

Cheng Fan: Please let the old man go, no, let me go.

Yi Qingxue thought for a while and asked:

"Master, does the old man have any other hobbies besides drinking?"

"If you are...an alcoholic, what kind of wine would be better?"

Cheng Fan shook his head and said:

"You don't need to give anything, he doesn't need anything."

"You are Mingzhen's cousin, so he will naturally take care of you."

Hearing this, Yi Qingxue narrowed her eyes like a cat and looked at Cheng Fan.

'Who is this guy?'

'My cousin clearly said that they are the only disciples in the temple.'

'In addition to the master and senior sister who saw the dragon but never saw its tail, shouldn't there be this male disciple?'

‘Is he a spy hiding in Dishui Temple?!!’

Hearing these thoughts, the corner of Cheng Fan's mouth twitched sharply.

What is this little girl thinking about in her head every day?

Is it okay to say he is a spy?

Also, when did he and Nannan lose sight of the dragon?

He was a bit busy, but his daughter was playing wildly in the backyard and back hill all day long, so how could he not see her.

Unless Xu Huan didn't explain everything clearly to her in detail!

I see.

No wonder she has always regarded herself as a disciple of Dishui Temple.

Little did she know that the little girl was the senior sister her cousin called her.

This is indeed the case.

Cheng Fan was busy a while ago, but Xu Huan was in charge.

Normally, everyone would not call the little girl "eldest sister", they would all call her by her nickname.

Including Xie Yu and Lu Xin'er, everyone treats their little girl as a treasure and dotes on them.

After going back and forth, Yi Qingxue naturally couldn't figure out who this "senior sister" in everyone's mouth was.

If that's the case, that would be interesting.

Thinking of this, he gave up the idea of ​​revealing his identity now.

"Will you attend tonight's banquet?"

Yi Qingxue asked tentatively.

If he is a spy, he should not dare to attend.

As long as he hesitates for a second, that's enough to confirm his identity!

Cheng Fan crossed his chest with one hand and held his chin with the other, looking at her with a half-smile:

"Of course I will attend."

"You must remember to come when the time comes, so don't miss the time."

Yi Qingxue nodded when she heard this.

Eh? This guy didn’t hesitate at all. Did I guess wrong?

But my cousin clearly said that there was no one else in the temple!

Could it be that person in the novel who is called the "hidden power of the sect"?

Is this the so-called foundation of a sect?!!

Hearing this, Cheng Fan couldn't help but marvel at how big her imagination was.

It's a pity that although the idea is big, the layout is small.

Has anyone ever stipulated that the host of the temple must be an old man with a Taoist spirit?

Has anyone ever stipulated that a senior sister must not be a five- or six-year-old baby?

not at all.

Shaking his head, Lu Ping ignored her question and turned to leave.

"Hey! Don't leave! I haven't finished asking yet!"

Cheng Fan waved his hand and turned a corner.

Yi Qingxue pursed her lips and hurriedly chased after him, but could not see Cheng Fan.

"Damn it! Where have they gone!"

"Wait! Why did I forget a possibility..."

"Could he be a ghost living in Dishui Temple?"

Yi Qingxue looked panicked and ran away immediately!

In the main hall, Cheng Fan's eyelids fluttered and he held his forehead helplessly.

That's all, let's just misunderstand.

Anyway, everything will be clear at the dinner party.

…

Hengcheng Passenger Terminal.

Ticket window.

"Hello, I want a bus ticket to Dishui Town."

"Fifty."

"Why did the price increase? The last time I went there, I only charged 30."

"Only fifty, don't pull me down!"

"Wait, I'll just pay."

The man sighed, took out a wad of crumpled bills from his bag, counted out fifty and handed it to the ticket window.

The conductor took it and sorted it out one by one.

Seeing that he had gray hair and was wearing a cheap jacket, he seemed a little poor, so he said lightly:

"Looking at how you are dressed, do you want to go there and make a fortune?"

The man was stunned when he heard this, hesitated for a moment, and said nothing.

The conductor smiled disdainfully, took out a ticket and stuffed it through the window.

"I've seen too many people like you go to Dishui Town, dreaming of getting rich. They think it's a place full of gold."

"But I would like to advise you, it is just a tourist attraction. How much oil and water can there be?"

The gray-haired man forced a smile.

"It's okay. Actually, I mainly want to go watch the dripping water."

The conductor looked at him in surprise:

"What? You want the Taoist priest of Dishui Temple to help you get rich overnight? Don't have that dream!"

"The Dripping Water Temple is very spiritual, but if you want to get rich, don't go there. Go to another place. There are Taoist priests there as well. It's very spiritual."

"Oh? Tell me about it?"

When the man heard that he was a Taoist priest who could help people get rich, he immediately became interested and picked up the ticket and asked him.

The word "Lin" flashed across the ticket.

But the conductor said halfway, stretched out a hand and rubbed it, making an internationally accepted gesture of greed for money.

She also winked at the man.

It seems to be saying "you understand".

The man knew clearly in his heart that he wanted to beat the autumn wind.
To be continued...