Ye Yuan felt a little emotional that the little dialectical monk's full head shape was not flat or pointed, it was just right.
Then, he remembered that he was also bald at this time, and he felt a little uncomfortable.
He raised his hand and touched it with some resentment, murmuring in his heart.
"The Bianji is not bad. It still feels so good. Maybe... it would be good to shave my head."
Just, the next moment...
"Bah, what are you thinking about? Being a monk is a waste. There are so many rules and regulations, and there is no freedom at all."
Then, Ye Yuan complained in his heart.
"Oh, my God, my God, can you do something for me? First I was an orphan, then I was a eunuch, and now I am a monk. Even if I am a monk, I am still the rumored male protagonist. Oh, I am really not a son of a man.
."
The more Ye Yuan thought about it, the angrier he became, and he felt cruel in his heart.
"Gods... let's just wait and see what tricks you can come up with for me in the future."
Of course, on the surface, Ye Yuan is still as stable as an old dog, like a four-year-old child, a little ignorant, and very...bearish.
After dinner, the young monk Dialectical took Ye Yuan to see their master, Master Daoyue.
Speaking of which, this was Ye Yuan's first time meeting this cheap master in a real sense.
According to the young monk Dialectian, on the night when Master Daoyue ordained Bianji, he went into retreat with the abbot of Jinshan Temple to meditate on Buddhism, and he did not show up for a few days.
In fact, Ye Yuan was still a little nervous when he saw Daoyue.
After all, old monks are generally not as good as young monks, and they might find out that they have no previous memories.
Therefore, it is inevitable to feel anxious.
"Master."
The little dialectical monk was very excited when he saw the master whom he had not seen for many days. He immediately ran over and hugged the master's thigh.
Master Daoyue has white eyebrows, no beard, and a big face of a middle-aged man. It is completely impossible to tell that he is over fifty years old.
Well, Master Daoyue will be in his 60s in two years, so he is really not young.
However, it is not surprising that he is young.
After all, this is the world of cultivators. Cultivation itself has the effect of prolonging life, and delaying aging is the basic ability of most cultivators.
The fact that Master Daoyue is like this now shows that his Taoism is not advanced yet, which makes Ye Yuan secretly breathe a sigh of relief and feel relieved.
Ye Yuan leisurely came to Dao Yue and saluted respectfully.
"I met the master."
Dao Yue examined the shiny little bald head in front of him, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
This little apprentice shouldn't have this reaction. He was extremely reluctant when he was ordained!
Thinking of this, Master Daoyue directly stretched out his hand, placed it on his young apprentice's bald head, and murmured to himself.
"It shouldn't be..."
Ye Yuan was startled and had a very bad feeling.
The next moment, the hunch came true.
A gentle energy entered Ye Yuan's body from the top of his head and carefully explored it, especially staying in the brain for the longest time.
"It's not good. Nothing unusual will be discovered, right?"
Ye Yuan could no longer move at this time, only a strange color flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to calm.
Dao Yue, on the other hand, was concentrating on exploring something and found nothing at all. He was just muttering something silently in his mouth.
Dao Yue was talking about what he was thinking, but...
Although Ye Yuan had never learned lip reading specifically, he could roughly tell what he was saying.
The translation is: "It shouldn't be, I just... securely sealed... the memory before the age of three... has not been touched, no... something went wrong."
The little dialectical monk couldn't understand the master's operation and asked curiously.
"Master, what's wrong with my junior brother?"
Dao Yue retracted his hand, his face as steady as an old dog, but in his heart, he had already cursed.
"Master, why can't you pass on the complete spell to me? Now, you can seal all the memories of your disciple!"
As for whether he made the mistake because he was not good at studying?
it's out of the question!
Master Daoyue, a famous mage in Chang'an, how could he make such a low-level mistake?
To prepare himself mentally, he coughed lightly and said.
"It's okay. It's just that your junior brother is still too young. I'm afraid he doesn't remember much of the past. You need to help him more."
The little dialectical monk didn't know the twists and turns, so he happily agreed.
"Yes, Master."
But Ye Yuan was different. Although he couldn't hear what Master Xianyuan was saying, he still guessed some things.
Especially the way Daoyue looked at him was full of pity, guilt and helplessness.
This time, it’s a real deal!
It turns out that it wasn't that the gods didn't give Ye Yuan Bianji's memory, but that Bianji's memory was sealed by some half-assed mage.
Moreover, there was an error in the sealing process, and an extra part was sealed.
"Oh, what a bad teacher!"
Now that things have come to this, Ye Yuan is really helpless, but he can only accept this reality.
Fortunately, in more than a year, his own strength will gradually recover, and then he can find a way to restore his memory.
If in the past, there would be no memory without the memory of Bianji, Ye Yuan would be indifferent.
But now, Bianji's parents and master had this strange reaction, which made him even more curious.
"I want to see what secret you are trying so hard to hide!"
This time... I really have to know!
"Master, Master, when are we going back to the Grand Chief Monastery?"
Dao Yue lovingly touched Dialectical's little bald head and asked with a smile.
"What's wrong? Are you homesick?"
"Well, we have been out for half a year."
The little dialectical monk nodded fiercely. He had been in Dazongchi Temple since he opened his eyes. It was his home and a place where he could feel at ease.
"Okay, we'll go back today."
"Ah, so urgent?"
"Why, don't you little guy want to go back?"
"Oh, I'm not in a hurry. Master's matters are the most important."
Daoyue was even happier to have a sensible apprentice, and said.
"Master's business has been finished. You go pack your luggage first. We will leave later."
"good."
At this time, the little monk Dialectics no longer had any worries, and his two short legs disappeared instantly as if they were on turbo.
Dao Yue then looked at his new apprentice and gave instructions with a complicated expression.
"Bianji, I have something to tell you. You must remember that you must not reveal it to anyone."
Ye Yuan pretended to be puzzled and looked at Master Qianyi, but still nodded cautiously and said.
"I remember, Master."
Master Daoyue said with a serious look on his face.
"Well, from now on, if anyone asks you how old you are, you must say eight."
Ye Yuan tried his best to open his eyes wide, his eyes full of questions.
Daoyue saw Ye Yuan's thoughts and explained.
"Ahem, I know you don't look like this now, but I will cast some spells on you all the way back to Chang'an, and you will look like you are eight years old soon... As for your senior brother, I will give him instructions."
What could Ye Yuan do? He could only nod in agreement, but he couldn't help but ask.
"Why?"
Dao Yue raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes became extremely complicated, and he was silent for a moment before warning again.
"Bianji, you have to remember that this is for your own good, and you must never forget it! Otherwise..."
Although Daoyue did not continue speaking, Ye Yuan heard the unfinished meaning.
Otherwise...there will be death!
For a moment, both master and disciple were speechless.
But in Ye Yuan's heart, it was like a hundred claws were scratching his heart, and he was extremely eager to know what shocking secrets there were in Bianji's previous memories.