The names of the sects are not important, so what else is there to be important... Meng Qi couldn't help but complain, but when he was on someone else's boat, he shouldn't ask more questions.

He was silent as gold, followed the little girl and stepped into the largest cabin, with elegant arrangements, calligraphy and paintings, cultural relics, and lit sandalwood, revealing quietness.

"Senior sister, the young master outside has brought it." The little girl respectfully saluted the tall woman behind the desk.

The woman was in her twenties, wearing a light red dress, black hair, and a picturesque eyebrows and eyes. She was noble in temperament and was cold overall, but she felt very awkward. It seemed that she was not a living person, but a statue of a god dedicated to the temple without any emotional fluctuations.

When Meng Qi came in, she was writing with her pen, and every word was like hers, mechanical, indifferent, and absolutely rational.

"Is the unknown history free? The grass is full of the blue sky every year. The floating clouds change now and now, and the flowing light always throws away the economy."

When the little girl gave her salute, she just finished writing it, no matter how small it was, no matter how polite it was, it seemed that she was under her strict and precise control.

"Is this a girl's own trick?" Meng Qi asked relaxedly.

The woman nodded gently: "Count my poem number."

I am so envious of the poem... But I don't have this talent... Meng Qi calmly said on the surface: "I am in Su Meng, I don't know what the girl is calling me? What should I call you?"

The woman's lips curled up and showed a smile, but Meng Qi only felt that this was a carved smile, without any emotion, and was dealt with purely because of politeness.

"Yue Ziqing." She gently spit out three words, stretched out her right hand, "Please sit."

The two sat opposite each other at the desk, and the little girl served two cups of tea before leaving first.

"Please have tea." Yue Ziqing seemed to be strictly hospitalizing guests according to a certain rule.

Meng Qi picked up the tea lid and gently brushed it. He felt a tea fragrance swelling. His blood vessels were relaxed and his meridians were alive, making him feel more comfortable as if he had a serious illness.

"Good tea!" He couldn't help but praise. He also confirmed that there was no obvious toxin in this cup of tea. As for anything else, he would definitely have the opportunity to have the strength to crush the reincarnation talisman, so he was not afraid.

Yue Ziqing nodded gently: "Liuguang Shaohua Tea."

Meng Qi took a sip, and the tea was like silk entering his throat. His body was exhausted, his essence and blood loss, and his discomfort of "serious illness" were like the first snow encountered the scorching sun, which melted quickly.

Even if this is not as big as the Big Pill, it is better than the Baicao Dan. It is so luxuriously used to treat guests... Meng Qi was secretly surprised.

Yue Ziqing sat there, watching, motionless, as if a female fairy statue. When Meng Qi finished drinking the tea, she took a sip and asked directly: "Young Master Su, do you have a Buddhist sacred object on you?"

How can I sense this? Meng Qi took a deep breath. Could it be that she asked herself to board the boat and serve good tea?

Seeing that Meng Qi had not answered, Yue Zi added: "It should be the green lamp in front of the Buddha."

Meng Qi frowned and took off the green lamp in front of Buddha hanging on his chest happily: "Miss Yue knows me?"

"It's indeed it." The happy smile that should have appeared on Yue Ziqing's face, "In the past, my ancestor was made by the Buddha."

This is the origin... and her ancestor is at least a Dharma body... Meng Qi was unable to control her and was surprised to face her face.

Yue Ziqing took out another green lamp from his arms. The light was like a bean, illuminating one side, warming and peaceful: "After the ancestor made the blue lamp in front of the Buddha, he also made one for himself with the remaining materials. Although it was not as good as yours. It was just a casual act, it was considered a magical one. When you approach, you will feel it."

No wonder... Meng Qi finally felt relieved. The blue light in front of his Buddha was damaged and it was normal that there was no induction.

Yue Zi said to himself: "The ancestor once heard the Buddha's words, if the Buddhist sect declines in the future and demons dance around, this lamp will illuminate the Dharma-Ending Dharma and guide the True Hidden. Therefore, I asked the young master to get on the boat and drink a cup of tea, and you will be injured again."

This lamp is indeed very secret. No wonder the Arhat's corpse has to be guarded after it turns into a transformation... Meng Qi thought to himself and blurted out: "Miss Yue is also a Buddhist?"

Yue Ziqing shook his head: "The ancestor has long left Buddhism."

She paused for a moment and asked, "Does Mr. Su know what the essence of Buddhism is?"

Meng Qi was a half-baked monk after all, and hesitated: "Come."

"Yes, the four elements are empty, all things are empty, and the world is illusory. Only by finding them through can you let go and transcend the sea of ​​suffering." Yue Ziqing's eyes were faintly lit, "So, the monks studied Buddhism, practiced the magic palm, condensed the Dharma body in order to see through the illusion, but this is only a preliminary stage. Since all things are empty, the Dharma is also empty, and the Tathagata's magic palm is still empty. If they cannot see them through and put them down, they will eventually fall into the inferiority and have only obtained the fruit of the Arhat. In Buddhism, this is called "the self of the Dharma."

He knows Buddhism even more than me, a monk... It turns out that he has a deep connection with Buddhism... Meng Qi was amazed at hearing it.

Yue Zi turned his mind: "But my ancestor doesn't think so. There are reasons behind any illusion, and any existence has its reasons. If you can't find it, you will think of them as illusion and emptiness, but you are just going astray."

"Young Master Su should have experienced illusions, but where does the illusions come from? The spirit interferes with the senses and affects the soul; the spirit seems illusory, but it is also real and rooted in the soul of the soul of the soul; the soul of the soul is ethereal, but it is ultimately a form of all things; cause and effect, karma, and reincarnation are just words that cannot understand a certain law and define oneself."

"The soul is something, and the spirit is something. It is the same as stones, mountains, and sea water. It has no essential difference. Everything is something. This is the understanding of the universe and the world by my ancestors."

She raised her hand and Meng Qi looked along and saw a dew of words:

“Real and not false.”

No wonder her ancestor left Buddhism, with different ideas and no way to coexist... Meng Qi finally understood what was going on. To be honest, this concept is closer to Meng Qi himself.

"Okay, Mr. Su, please come back." Before Meng Qi could speak, Yue Ziqing brought tea to see him off.

Meng Qi was confused and felt that it was so inexplicable. He was brought up, but he only drank a cup of tea, listened to a preaching, and did nothing, and was about to leave.

On the way away, he finally couldn't help but ask the little girl in green clothes: "Miss Yue is doing things like this?" This is without any beginning or end?

The little girl had a bitter face: "Senior sister is a little bit, she is a little bit good at being a teacher."

Okay... What else can Meng Qi say? After drinking "Liuguang Shaohua Tea", his body's deficit has been compensated for a lot. Although he has not recovered from his peak in a short period of time, it is much better than a serious illness and weakness.

He boarded the boat and was about to hide his identity. He went directly to the secret stronghold of Liuzhanmen to catch wind and explore the wind for a while. He avoided the limelight and suddenly heard a sound of a piano, Gao Kuangqingyue.

Turning back, I saw a pavilion on the hillside on the shore. In the hall was a young man in white. He was wearing a scarf and playing the guqin in his hands. There was a stove of sandalwood next to the guitar. Behind him was a maid holding a chessboard.

The young man was as beautiful as a woman, with a pale face, as if he was in a serious illness, and there was no sense of danger at all.

But Meng Qi's heart suddenly rose to his throat. How could "all the people" appear here? Could it be his plan?

"My young master asks Mr. Su to come up and talk." The maid shouted loudly.

Meng Qi pondered for a moment, pinched the reincarnation talisman, and went straight up to the hill, sitting in front of Wang Siyuan, leisurely and contentedly, without any strangeness: "It was not what you did."

"If it were my plan, you would have died long ago." Wang Siyuan stopped playing the piano and coughed lightly.

He took the towel and wiped his mouth: "What do you think about the trick?"

Meng Qi pondered for a moment and said, "It seems that it is designed according to my personality. I like to fight slowly when doing things with fast attacks, straightforwardness, and good at surprise attacks, but it happened to be the first to tell."

When dealing with matters in the Tang family in Yicheng, he fully demonstrated this characteristic and the effect was very good. However, once any action pattern becomes a fixed pattern, it is his own weakness and needs to be reviewed and improved.

"Didn't you notice any abnormalities on the way?" Wang Siyuan refused to comment on Meng Qi's answer.

Meng Qi gritted his teeth: "When the shopkeeper found the paper ball in his mouth, he had a little doubt..."

Because this situation is too familiar.

"But I think I'm looking for it very fast, and it's also fast to Guanjinyuan. It's natural to have no problems. If there is a problem, I will rush there in advance. When it can disrupt their steps, find the real clues, and ambush me and frame me, many conditions need to be met. The timing is just right. Too much dependence is on the linkage. If there is a slight omission, it is like a bamboo basket to fetch water. This plan is most likely to be broken. Therefore, I am still very surprised to really get the timing. Now it seems that when a very strong expert follows me..."

Meng Qi analyzed himself, "And this time the layout is only three rings, and I have very few doubts and is not deep. It is reasonable that everyone in the coffin shop was silenced. No one would have doubts. It is certainly abnormal to find clues from the body, but it is normal. If another ring is added and the clue is found again, I will definitely doubt it."

Wang Siyuan listened quietly without comment. After Meng Qi finished speaking, he smiled: "If I tell you, no matter whether you have doubts or not, or what kind of response you do, the final result will not change. Do you believe it?"

"Why?" Meng Qi asked responsibly without answering.

Wang Siyuan coughed a few times: "Any exquisite layout that relies entirely on interlocking lines is easy to destroy. After all, there are too many variables. I nicknamed "See all the people", but I never dare to say "See all the people". If it is such a chain plan, you will not have much problem with your response. Your mistake is that you do not know the other party's real purpose, and you cannot guess who the person who attacks you, so you cannot see the real layout. You need to jump out at this time."
Chapter completed!