"Why did the young benefactor ask this question?" The abbot patiently kept his face calm while his heart was surging.

Of course she didn't miss the flash of surprise in the old monk's eyes. She lowered her head again and tried to find the crux of the problem on the delicate lines that seemed to be caused by normal treading. Could it be that she was also using the principle of light and shadow refraction?

Although there were only two people in the palace, she didn't have the courage to put her face on the ground to check whether it was true.

"The bluestone slab is so badly worn, and I haven't seen any repairs by the master. Well -" Yan Jue asked with another fresh and sweet smile, "Is it left on purpose?"

It's been a while since I've been pretending to be silly, and I'm really not used to it for a while, but fortunately I've preserved the skills I've learned for half my life.

"The donor is joking..." The abbot lowered his head and called the Buddha's name. His lips under his long beard twitched. Do you have to answer honestly?

To be honest, no one has seen how Fo Zheng Temple was built hundreds of years ago. Rumors are just rumors after all. Do you really believe that a building that covers more than half of the mountainside on the island can be built overnight?

How many people can really see the intricate yin and yang carvings on the ground?

Every day, disciples and disciples clean and tidy it up carefully. Anyone who can enter the temple knows the significance of the centuries-old carvings on the ground. Who dares to stand on it so majestically?

With her waist slightly bent, Yan Juan tilted her head and looked back at the abbot, half-covering her lips, pretending to be surprised and asked in a low voice: "Master, what is it inconvenient for you to tell me?"

At this moment, the abbot really realized that what the junior brother said seemed gentle and kind, but in fact it was confusing!

Seeing that the smile on the abbot's face was frozen, Yan Jue shrugged and gave her own answer, murmuring: "Fozheng Temple has a history that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and there are always things that cannot be understood."

The old man's expression was so unspeakable, maybe he was standing where he shouldn't be, and Yan Jue deliberately stepped on the carving a few more times as if to be a joke.

The answer is coming soon, and there is no need for her to hold on to the old man and ask questions. How immoral is it to be told?

Suddenly, the moonlight shone on the Buddha's hand on the roof, and the faint light reflected in the gaps between the roof tiles. It seemed to be reflected through many mirrors and continued to gather. It was projected on the chibi fish tails on both sides, and then two images were reflected from the mouth of the dragon's head.

A strong light shines on the auspicious beasts on the four corners of the eaves, and the light from the mouth penetrates into the crystal-covered sea, and finally concentrates on the top center mirror.

At this time, the bright mirror revealed a hazy yellow light that shined directly on the anode carving. Instantly, the floor of the hall shone like the sun reflected on Yan Jue's body. The strong light was so intense that she could hardly open her eyes and raised her hand to block the light source.

Bai Xuanyu absorbed enough light source, and it slowly floated out of the brocade bag and bloomed with colorful mysterious light, and the brand on Yan Ju's hand actually reflected a striking white light that reflected directly on the swastika on the chest of the Buddha statue.

Abbot:……

Rong Jing never thought that he would be able to witness the reappearance of the Shipyard of the Kingdom of God in his hands, and she could no longer remain calm as usual in her seventies, especially when she saw the parchment drawings entrusted by her master before his death, and the things drawn were completely presented before her eyes.

, my heart is more than turbulent?

The scene that the master had not waited for actually made him wait for it, and he almost knelt down in front of Yan Jue with tears streaming down his face. Unfortunately, he was now gray-haired and shaken!

After half a cup of tea, the waxing moon shifted, and all the light in the temple dispersed. It seemed that all the light was absorbed by the Buddha statue, and a subtle clicking sound seemed to come from the Buddha statue.

Unable to open her eyes for a moment, Yan Juan suddenly became so weak that she put her hands on the ground and gasped. For some reason, as the light and shadow disappeared, her inner breath seemed to be completely exhausted at that moment.

Chengyun settled outside the door of the main hall, and was shocked to see Yanju slumped and gasping for breath. He immediately rushed to find out the cause, lifted up the weak and limp body, and asked anxiously: "Old monk, dare to hurt you?"

The man moved so quickly that she didn't have time to stop him. The rotating fan caught the wind, and the wind blade cut through the air and hit the monk in front of the stage. Rong Jing left her seat calmly, and the shadowless wind blade penetrated three-thirds of the wood, shattering the wooden platform and destroying the ground.

slate.

Rong Jing escaped safely immediately and quickly praised the Buddha's name and denied it: "No, no."

Seeing the monk hiding from Cheng Yun, he was getting ready to attack again. This time Yan Juan finally stopped the man who was anxious to vent his anger.

"It's not him." She spat out a few words weakly, and Yan Juan leaned on her familiar chest with peace of mind and slowly adjusted her breathing.

Faced with these three attempts, all of which were accomplished by catalyzing the inner breath, she felt really tired of this relic of the Kingdom of God. If she had obeyed the cause and effect and continued to stay in Jing'an Bo Mansion, she would have become the unbound hand.

As a noble girl with the power of a chicken, how can she bear these things?

Could it be that her decision to dig a tunnel to escape was part of the Immortal's plan?

She thought she could escape her fate, but after several twists and turns, she discovered that she was the one being plotted against?

In her previous life, just to benefit the people of Yunnan, the geological survey before the construction of the reservoir almost destroyed the Daxian's nest, even though it was destroyed, and it also cost the lives of three of their best friends. Is it necessary to plot against her like this?

Even if the journey is biased, she seems to be forced to correct it. The further she goes, the more she feels that the fake fairy in her hand is revealing information that seems real and fake, just to trick her into continuing to achieve the result that the Fox Master wants. Will she be trapped by this all over again?

Were they fooled?

A sound of Buddha's name called Yan Juan back from deep thought, and she looked back at the old monk with half-squinted eyes, who was almost seventy years old and still walking without a trace.

"I think the donor has many questions in his mind. Please follow me down the mountain along the secret path and answer them one by one."

Rong Jing turned the copper bowl that the two of them were surrounded by, and then there was a rattling sound, and the secret passage that split the wooden fish into two was slowly opening next to it.

Yan Juan raised her eyes to ask for advice. The man's eyebrows were almost furrowed, and there was a hint of anger in his starry eyes from time to time. He said in a deep voice: "I hope the answer can satisfy both of us."

Rong Jing called the Buddha's name again, with a puzzling smile on her lips and said: "Satisfaction or dissatisfaction depends on the human heart. How can I be sure that my satisfactory answer will be the donor's satisfactory answer?"

Chengyun, who knew he was being abrupt, stopped talking and helped Yan Juan to the entrance, politely saying: "Master, please go first."

Rong Jing walked into the secret passage with a calm smile, lit the small lantern prepared beside and slowly led the way.

Before entering the secret passage, Yan Juan stopped and asked hesitantly: "What should Uncle Mo and senior brother do?"

"Don't worry, girl. As a result of the disappearance of the Buddha statue on the roof of the main hall, all parts of the main temple will be cleared within two hours."

Rong Jing took off his cassock in the tunnel, revealing his layman's underwear. If the ring scars could not be seen, one would doubt whether it was the same person.

"Fake monk?" After looking at that outfit, Chengyun began to shed tears of sympathy for the mountain of monks.

If the abbot can be a fake monk, how many real monks are there in the temple?

In order to protect this place, this group of people acted like monks to cover up everything?

"How can the girl be a real maid?" Rong Jing was mostly happy to be able to take off the elaborate disguise that she had put on for decades. Although she was only one step away from being able to fulfill her master's entrustment in her lifetime at her seventy-year-old age, she was finally satisfied.

A matter of hundreds of years.
Chapter completed!