After hearing Yu Lin's request, Ji Fang did not refuse immediately, but hesitated.
Logically speaking, no matter who he is now, the old temple owner will not see any visitors.
But someone who could accept a disciple like Yu Lin, who was born with Taoism, wanted to see the old temple master for something, and it was difficult for Ji Fang for a while.
After a long time, Ji Fang finally finished thinking and said to Yu Lin:
"Okay, come with me."
Ji Fang took Yu Lin along a remote path, and finally led to an inconspicuous side hall through twists and turns.
But the general direction is consistent with the south calculated by Yu Linbu.
Ji Fang walked to the door of the side hall, knocked on the door, and said respectfully:
"Old temple master, I am Ji Fang, and there is a layman who wants to see you."
A very familiar voice came from inside:
"No, didn't I say that, unless it's a big event like the sky falling, I won't see you for the time being. Please go back, little friend."
Ji Fang glanced at Yu Lin, even though he continued to take a step forward, he lowered his voice and said:
"Old Temple Master, this person outside is also a natural Taoist!"
There was silence for a moment, and then the old patron coughed twice and changed his words:
"Pindao, I suddenly remembered that when I was watching the sky yesterday night, I found that the person who came to look for me today is destined to be Pindao. Ji Fang, please bring people in."
Ji Fang stood up straight, raised his frame, opened the door and said to Yu Lin sideways: "My little friend, please come in."
Entering the side hall, a figure sitting cross-legged and meditating appeared in front of Yu Li.
With his white hair and beard dusted, he slowly opened his eyes and said, "Why are you here, little friend?"
Yu Lin carried a handbag, bent the thumb and index finger of his right hand, straightened the other three fingers, bowed slightly and saluted, and then said:
"Come here for the Mingxuan Fan."
When he suddenly heard these three words, Liao Chen's eyes suddenly changed.
He glanced at Ji Fang and said, "Ji Fang, go out first and guard the door so no one can come near."
Ji Fang looked at the two of them in surprise, then obeyed and went out to guard the door with a puzzled look on his face.
The door of the side hall was closed by Ji Fang from the outside. For a moment, only Yu Lin and Liao Chen were left in the hall.
Liao Chen looked Yu Lin up and down, squinted his eyes, and then asked uncertainly for a while: "Are you the little disciple of that guy Wu Wang?"
Yu Lin smiled and admitted proactively: "Old man, long time no see."
Liao Chen was really surprised now. He thought about Yu Lin's voice and suddenly said:
"Is it really you who appeared on the phone that Xiao Yanzi called me that day?"
Yu Lin nodded.
Liao Chen stood up from the futon and snorted coldly: "Wuwang, that unreliable thing, didn't come out to take care of his only apprentice if something happened to him. If I had known that, you might as well have worshiped me as your teacher."
Yu Lin said helplessly: "Old man, you don't know about my master's situation, and didn't you also take your fancy to another good prospect at that time?"
When he mentioned another good young talent, Liao Chen's mouth froze. It wasn't Jing Yan who caught his eye at first sight. But later on, it was just that this person didn't follow him to practice Taoism, and he went to the entertainment industry directly.
Liao Chen said angrily: "Don't mention that stinky boy to me, let's not talk about it. You came here this time because you took into account the divination of the fan in my place, right?"
Although Yu Lin was a little curious as to who the disciple could be who could convince the dignified master of Baiyun Temple to take action, but now was obviously not a good time to chat.
She raised her eyes and said seriously: "Yes, I came here just to ask you, what happened to me?"