There is a Qingliang Lake in the capital of the Xuan Kingdom, and there is a building next to the Qingliang Lake called the Yingxian Pavilion. The Yingxian Pavilion has a history of a hundred years. It is said that there were immortals who really ate and stayed here.
"Yingxian Pavilion" is a very vulgar name. In addition to "Yingxian Pavilion", there are also many wine shops and tea shops built near the lake.
Jiao Xiaoliu and Feng Qianchen were drinking tea at a particularly inconspicuous tea stall not far from the Yingxian Pavilion. The warm spring breeze was very comfortable. Jiao Xiaoliu looked at this with enjoyment.
The lake is full of spring scenery, "it's much more interesting here than in the tacky Yingxian Pavilion."
Feng Qianyu has been pampered since she was a child. Even if she likes to play around, she always hugs her. She has never been so comfortable. Taking a deep breath, her tone is full of satisfaction, "Sister-in-law of the Seventh Emperor, I won't go back to the palace in the future, okay?"
Okay? It’s so fun following you.”
Wan Qianyu touched Feng Qianyu lightly, "Don't scream like that outside, it will cause trouble." Feng Qianyu stuck out her tongue, "I know, Sister-in-law of the Nine Emperors." Sister-in-law of the Nine Emperors successfully made Wan Qing know.
A blush appeared on his face.
Feng Qingchen sighed, "My original intention was to treat Sister-in-law Seven well, but now here, it seems that I am stingy."
Jiao Xiaoliu waved his hand indifferently, "Who said that the beautiful spring scenery all over the lake is more atmospheric than eating in a magnificent place. Don't you think so?" Jiao Xiaoliu leaned his head against the wind.
Qian Chen asked funnyly on his arm.
It was rare that Feng Qianchen always had a faint smile on his face, "Yeah, it's whatever you say." His voice was so gentle that he could squeeze out water, making those who were familiar with Feng Qianchen tremble involuntarily.
Goosebumps all over my body.
"Amitabha..." A distant call from the Buddha drew the attention of several people. Standing in front of the gate of the Yingxian Pavilion was a monk. Because they were not very close, the monk had his back to Jiao.
Xiaoliu and the others could no longer see the monk's appearance. They could only see that the monk was very thin, skinny and skinny. But from the rich voice just now, he should be a middle-aged monk, and he should be here for alms.
In front of the 'Yingxian Pavilion'.
A young man from the Yingxian Pavilion ran out, looked at the monk with disdain in his eyes, and waved his hand impatiently, "Come on, come on, this is not a place for you to beg for alms." The big monk continued to read without moving.
A Buddha's name, "Amitabha..."
The corner of Jiao Xiaoliu's lips raised, "Interesting, this great monk is extraordinary." Feng Qianchen nodded and affirmed, "It is indeed extraordinary."
The rest of the people also nodded in agreement. Keren, who didn't know anything about martial arts, gently tugged on Bu Qingyun's sleeves and asked in a low voice, "Why do the prince and the princess say that the monk is extraordinary? He is not ordinary."
Just a monk?"
Bu Qingyun leaned into Ke Ren's ear and asked softly, "Did you hear what that boy said just now?" Seeing that Ke Ren shook his head, Bu Qingyun continued, "That's it, that boy
He's just an ordinary person. Given our distance, it's normal that we can't hear what he says. But we can hear the Buddhist name that the monk recited clearly." Keren nodded in realization, and then frowned, "Bu
Sir, can you teach me some kung fu in the future?"
