Walking to the pavilion, Jiang Zebei said in an apology voice: "Come here to disturb me, please don't blame me, both masters."

He is polite and polite, and he looks like a well-educated person, especially his elegant and luxurious aura, which is unignorable.

The monk Bailang is the person Xuanwu and Jiang Zebei were thinking of, Master Yichen.

At this time, the monk opposite Master Yichen saw Jiang Zebei's appearance, he put his hands together on Master Yichen and said, "The people you are waiting for are here, I will take them away first. Today I will enjoy the on-demand broadcast for you for the rest of my life."

Master Yichen combined his hands with one another. He was nearly a hundred years old, but he was about the same age as Jiang Zebei, and his face was full of compassionate smiles.

The monk opposite stood up and walked towards the little monk on the road not far away.

I don't know what he said, but the little monks all followed him and left.

Jiang Zebei looked at the little monks and threw the piles of fallen leaves there without caring about it. He followed the monk and raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that everything in front of him was interesting.

Seeing the big monk leaving with the little monk, Jiang Zebei retracted his gaze and looked at the monk in the pavilion again.

Master Yichen smiled and said, "The donor went to the pavilion to sit?"

“It’s so disturbing.”

Jiang Zebei walked to the opposite side of Master Yichen and sat down.

He heard everything he said before leaving the monk.

His intuition was not wrong, and the person in front of him was indeed waiting for him.

The other party's identity became more and more certain.

"Master Jiang, don't be fine." Master Yichen spoke again, still looking compassionate and tolerant of everything.

Jiang Zebei looked motionless and said softly: "Master knows me?"

"When you were still in your infancy, I met you, and it has been nearly twenty years in a flash."

These words finally brought Jiang Zebei's strange expression.

He looked at the "young" monk in front of him and said strangely: "I guess you are Master Yichen, but you have taken some magic medicine or something to nourish your face. This looks like my age."

Master Yichen smiled faintly and said nothing.

His eyes passed over Jiang Zebei and looked at the carriage not far away.

This action touched Jiang Zebei's nerves, and his eyes immediately became sharp.

He turned slightly, blocking his sight, and his voice remained gentle as before: "What are the master looking at?"

Master Yichen narrowed his eyes this time, and the smile on his face was obvious.

"At that time, I was the donor who was watching the secrets of heaven for you and told your parents that this son was definitely not a thing in the pool, and he was born for war, but the evil spirit was too heavy.

There will be a death disaster in ten years. Before the age of ten, you will meet someone with destiny. The person with destiny is a woman. Let him be named Jiang and be your wife, which will stop thousands of disasters."

The other party opened the skylight and told him directly about his identity, and Jiang Zebei also had a clear attitude.

Whether he believes it or not, whether it is true or not, he should thank him at this time.

His thanks were casual and easy to express.

Master Yichen narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Zebei. No matter how you look at him, he was very friendly, as if he was looking at a child.

When Jiang Zebei felt such a young face, his tolerant look, he felt that his eyes were very strange.

If you turned into an old monk, you might not feel any incongruity.

Jiang Zebei looked away and looked at him not far away again, and was swept into piles of fallen leaves by the little monks.

Since Master Yichen is waiting for him, he must have something to say, so there is no need for him to speak on his own initiative.
Chapter completed!