Over the past two days, people have left one after another.

After all, everything that should be consulted has been consulted, and everything that should be discussed in the Wulin Alliance has been finished. It would not be good to disturb the old god again.

The three old monsters like Zhou Shenjian did not leave. They chatted with the old fortune teller alone.

As for what they were talking about, no one knew.

Shen yelled, no, Shen Shijue never showed up, which made Xiao Chen quite disappointed.

Of the four old monsters, his favorite is Shen Dao Dao.

Although he almost went under the knife with Shen Tao at first, they got along very well later.

Some people leave, some come... A person who Xiao Chen didn't expect came to Longshan.

"Monk?"

Listening to Xiao Wu's call, Xiao Chen was a little confused.

"Where did the monk come from?"

"He said his name is Wenfa, and you know Brother Chen."

Xiao Wu replied.

"Can't? It's him?"

Xiao Chen was surprised. Three figures appeared in his mind, including a monk, a nun and a child.

This is a family of three.

"Xiao Wu, send him up personally."

Xiao Chen explained immediately.

"Okay, Brother Chen."

"Why are you here, Monk Wen? Are you also here to see an old fortune teller? Or are you here to see me?"

Xiao Chen put away his phone and muttered to himself.

"He and the old monk came out of Xumi Temple together... Forget it, let's meet first."

About five or six minutes later, Xiao Chen saw the great monk Wen Wu who was wearing a gray monk's robe.

"Even a monk's robe can't hide his wildness..."

Xiao Chen looked at the helpless monk, murmured in his heart, and stepped forward with a smile.

"Master Wu, long time no see, you still have the same style."

"Amitabha, this should be said by a young monk."

The helpless monk put his hands together.

"Long time no see. Donor Xiao has been honored as the leader of the martial arts alliance. Congratulations, little monk."

"It's just a false name. Come, Master Wu, please."

Xiao Chen made an invitation gesture, asking Monk Fang to come in.

After sitting down, Xiao Chen made some spiritual tea.

"Master Unable, please."

"Almsgiver Xiao can just call the young monk Dharma by his name. 'Master' is not suitable."

The helpless monk shook his head.

"Haha, okay."

Xiao Chen smiled and nodded.

"No way, why are you here alone?"

"They are at Xumi Temple."

Unable to understand what Xiao Chen asked, the great monk replied.

"In Xumi Temple?"

Xiao Chen was a little surprised. This Xumi Temple is really a special place. It houses nuns and children?

No wonder Lao Xue always wanted to visit Xumi Temple. Even he was very interested.

"Yes, the young monk came here with the mission of the master."

The helpless monk nodded.

"What mission?"

Xiao Chen was curious, could Xumi Temple be born?

He didn't know much about Xumi Temple, mostly from Fatty Chen and Xue Chunqiu.

On the other hand, Ghost Buddha Zhao Tathagata rarely mentioned anything about Xumi Temple. He only mentioned that there were eminent monks and powerful men in Xumi Temple last time.

Xumi Temple has been practicing in seclusion and rarely cares about the affairs of the ancient martial arts world. In comparison, it is more mysterious than the Sun and Moon Sect.

The Sun and Moon Divine Sect is one of three sects. Even if they rarely interact with the Jianghu forces, almost everyone knows about their reputation.

As for Xumi Temple... very few people know about it.

"The young monk came to see my uncle, Ghost Buddha Zhao Tathagata."

The helpless monk looked at Xiao Chen and said.

"Looking for the old monk?"

Xiao Chen was surprised.

"What's the matter?"

"The host asked my uncle to go back. As for what happened, he didn't say much."

The helpless monk shook his head.

"Go back to Xumi Temple?"

Xiao Chen was startled, but thinking about it again, the old monk had returned to Xumi Temple a long time ago, and he said last time that he could represent Xumi Temple.

"Okay, I'll have someone call him."

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Donor Xiao."

"Haha, come and drink tea."

"Good...good tea."

The helpless monk took a sip of tea and his eyes immediately lit up.

The next second, he closed his eyes and felt the fluctuations in his soul grow faintly.

When Xiao Chen saw this, he released his consciousness and carefully felt the helpless monk's state, and was a little surprised at the same time.

It was impossible for a great monk to become Hua Jin before, but now he is at the peak of the late stage of Hua Jin.

Obviously, even though we haven’t seen each other for a while, there is a great opportunity.

"This tea..."

The helpless monk opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Chen.

"The spiritual tea brought back by the old fortune teller can nourish the soul."

After Xiao Chen finished speaking, he thought for a moment, took out two porcelain bottles from the bone ring, and handed them to Monk Feng.

"What's this?"

The helpless monk took it and said curiously.

"The spiritual liquid that nourishes the soul can make the soul stronger..."

Xiao Chen introduced.

"oh?"

Monk Feng was surprised. He opened it and smelled it, and felt refreshed.

"For the young monk?"

"certainly."

Xiao Chen smiled and nodded. He had a good relationship with Monk Feng and they had helped each other.

"Thank you, Donor Xiao..."

Helpless, the great monk had no friendship, so he stood up, clasped his hands together, and bent down slightly.

"Haha, you're welcome, we are friends."

Xiao Chen smiled.

"Sit down, let's continue drinking tea."
To be continued...