"Ishino, you enjoy it! Ah Xiu, can you peel a few of them too?... Proprietress, please give me a bowl of wontons."

Hearing the sound, I looked up and saw Feng Junzi walking in with his hands in his pocket. The boy walked around the streets on Sunday and came here to eat wontons. Sister Han clapped her hands and went to the kitchen to wash wontons. Ah Xiu took the chestnuts and took a bench and sat down on the side of the road, but did not greet Feng Junzi.

I sat with Feng Junzi, watching him eat wontons while chatting with him. As we were talking, outside the door, there were a few bad voices coming from outside the door.

"What a beautiful little sister, why is there no one to accompany you?... I'll help you with my chest alone?... Come, let me feed you...... You accompany your elder brother to go shopping, and your elder brother will help you buy new clothes."

Looking up, a few guys who were in the air surrounded Ah Xiu on the side of the road, saying unclean words. At a glance, you could tell that they were idle gangsters on the street.

Feng Junzi whispered to me: "Someone bullies your woman--"

Feng Junzi actually said that Ah Xiu is my woman. I was too lazy to argue with him, and I would get up and go out as soon as I pressed the table. If I had been in the past, I was not willing to fight with others, although I had the skills to protect myself and were not afraid of being beaten, but I didn’t know how to beat someone. I only knew one-wall breaking punch. If this kind of boxing method was hit, it would kill people, so if I could not cause trouble, I would not cause trouble. But now it is different. After experiencing various trainings in the training camp, although I could not deal with any martial arts masters, it would be easy to fight such a little hooligan.

However, Feng Junzi grabbed me and said, "Shi Ye, don't go over, you can't afford to offend those people! I know them, they are the local Tai Sui in Wucheng, and they are all the sons of the city leaders and have always been arbitrary."

"I don't care who they are. I can't let them bully A Xiu! At worst, I'll just not hurt them..."

As I was about to go out as I was talking, Feng Junzi stood up and stopped me, and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about A Xiu. To be honest, I am very worried about those little princes now! I hope A Xiu will not hurt them too much."

While talking, a crisp sound of glass came from the opposite side of the street. Looking out, it turned out that A Xiu had already stood up and walked to a relatively empty place across the road, as if he wanted to get rid of the entanglement of the group of people. But the gangsters followed, still saying unclean words in their mouths, and reached out to block her way. "Little sister, your face is so white and tender-" A boy laughed and reached out to touch A Xiu's face.

"Don't touch me--" A Xiu shouted sharply. A Xiu's harp shout was very strange, with a very long tail sound, with a kind of impact like a break through the air. Feng Junzi originally reached out to stop me, but now he couldn't help but lower his head and covered his ears with both hands. Looking at the boys again, they bent down and hugged their heads in pain, and some even fell to the ground. The crisp sound of the glass came from a street lamp above their heads. The lampshade of the street lamp suddenly shattered and fell to the head of the boy who had just reached out. He screamed and couldn't get up.

As soon as the street light broke, A Xiu stopped the sound and didn't look at the people around him. He walked back to the noodle shop with a plate of chestnuts as if nothing had happened. He looked at the people again, struggled to stand up straight, and then helped two companions up from the ground, and left in panic. One of them did not forget to leave a sentence: "Little girl, you are cruel, this matter is not over..."

"One wave has not yet settled, another wave has risen again, A Xiu, how can you cause trouble so much?" Feng Junzi said to A Xiu with a calm face and a little unhappy.

When Feng Junzi said to A Xiu, I stopped A Xiu: "Feng Junzi, how can you blame A Xiu for this? Can you resist if you have a gangster teasing you? What's wrong with A Xiu?"

Ah Xiu seemed to be unaffected by the incident just now, hugged one of my arms from behind and said, "It's better for Brother Ishino to be nice to me,..."

Feng Junzi shook his head and said, "If you want to deal with those gangsters, there is a way to do it. Why do you have to use magic in public? Have I told you all the three precepts in vain?"

A Xiu stuck out his tongue at Feng Junzi: "I'm not a practitioner!"

At this time, Sister Ziying came over and advised, "Forget it, I'm not a good person anyway. Ah Xiu, you should pay attention in the future, you are a practitioner now."

Feng Junzi shook her head and continued to sit down and eat wontons. I looked at A Xiu in a little surprised. I didn't expect A Xiu to be so capable! She didn't admit that she was a practitioner, but Sister Ziying reminded her that she is a practitioner now, and it seems that she is a fairy who studies Taoism. No matter what kind of fairy she is, as long as she doesn't do bad things and is good to me, it's no big deal. Thinking of this, I wanted to persuade A Xiu to say a few words, Feng Junzi is also good for her, but after thinking about it, since she has not exposed her identity in front of me, I can't say anything.

Feng Junzi finished eating the wontons, wiped his mouth and stood up to leave. A Xiu, who had been ignoring him, suddenly stopped him: "Feng Junzi, you haven't paid yet!... Sister Ziying is embarrassed to collect money from you. Brother Shiye is tender and doesn't ask you for money, but now that I'm here, you don't want to eat it for nothing."

Sister Ziying advised: "Forget it, they are all good friends, just a bowl of wontons. Ah Xiu, what are you doing?"

Feng Junzi smiled awkwardly, reached out to take his pockets, and said to me: "Shiye, your housekeeper is so serious!"

He said A Xiu was the housekeeper, but this was not said to Sister Ziying, but to me, which clearly meant to tease A Xiu. However, A Xiu suddenly laughed and no longer had a stern face to him: "Since you praise me so much, even if I treat you, I don't want your money..."

Why can't I even hear this Ah Xiu? He actually thought Feng Junzi was really praising her. Feng Junzi still smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you then. Let me tell you, things are not that simple. Those little gangsters will come to cause trouble. Since I have eaten your wontons, I have to find a way to help you... I pity me, for a bowl of wontons, I have caused so much trouble."

"What are you bothering you again?" I couldn't help asking when I heard something from Feng Junzi.

Feng Junzi: "It was just a small trouble just now, and it may be a big trouble later. I am a weak person, so I'd better hide first... By the way, boss lady, hurry up and put a bowl of plain noodles. An old monk will come to beg for alms later. He will ask you a question."

Sister Ziying asked curiously: "The old monk begging for alms?...what's the problem?"

Feng Junzi: "Where did the monk come out?..." He had already walked away while speaking.

...

"Senior brother, is this woman the witch the master is looking for?"

Feng Junzi had just left, and A Xiu and I had just sat down. Sister Ziying was sitting in the kitchen. Two people appeared in the noodle restaurant. These two people came so suddenly. When I heard the sound of talking, they were already standing in front of me. Looking up, there was a person I actually knew, that was Mr. Xuanhua whom I met at Guangjiao Temple that day!

"Mr. Xuanhua, why are you? Are you in trouble?" I couldn't help but stand up and ask.

Mr. Xuanhua obviously recognized me: "Shi Ye, Shi Xiao Zhenren? You are here too... Junior brother, I'm afraid there is a misunderstanding, it's not this girl..."

Look at the junior brother next to Mr. Xuanhua, who is not tall, standing next to the bearded man Xuanhua, and is a circle smaller. He has a pale face, no beard, and his facial features are ordinary but there is an indescribable weirdness, as if there is a layer of things that make people feel indescribable. For some reason, I always feel familiar, but I can't remember where I have seen it.

"Who? Has any monk come to beg for alms?... Qixin Boy, it's you!" Sister Ziying heard the voice and walked out of the kitchen. However, when she saw Xuan Hua's pale junior brother, her expression suddenly changed! She took a step back and retreated to the kitchen door. With a move, the kitchen knife was held in her hand, and the tip of the knife was facing forward, with an indescribable nervous expression.

The white-faced man saw Sister Ziying and snorted coldly. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out a golden thing from the bag behind him. This thing rotated in the air in front of his chest, a golden bell that was one or two feet square! The golden bell was also engraved with strange words. I remembered that I had seen this person! He was one of the disciples of the Zhongnan Sect who set up the formation to fight with Qiye that day, and the person who activated the Golden Bell. He heard that Sister Ziying called him Qixin Boy just now, and it seemed that she was indeed a fellow disciple of Qiye.

"The witch, it's you!... Don't be afraid, my master, Zhongnan Sect, wants to invite you to Zhongnan Mountain. He has something to ask you. He wants me to escort you..."

When the two of them appeared, A Xiu did not speak, but jumped to the kitchen door, protected Sister Ziying, and stared at the two people with her eyes. When I saw that the situation was a little wrong, I listened to Qixin's tone and wanted to capture Sister Ziying to the Zhongnan Sect, and the head of Dengfeng wanted to see her! I quickly stood up and stopped the two of them and said, "Mr. Xuanhua, what's going on? When did my Sister Ziying offend you? If someone wants to see her, come here to meet me. Could it be too unreasonable to take people away if you say you want to take people away? "

"Senior brother, who is this kid? Do you know him?"

Mr. Xuanhua said to the Qixin Boy: "He is the famous Shiye Shi Xiao Zhenren. Have you never heard of it? The newly accepted apprentice of the Zhengyi Sect's true master..." He turned around and said to me: "Shi Xiao Zhenren, we are here to find someone by the order of the Master. I am afraid there is a misunderstanding here..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard Sister Ziying shouting behind him: "Shiye, take A Xiu away quickly... Qixin Boy, it's not their business. If you want to find me, look for me, but I won't go with you..."

"Sister, I won't leave. It's amazing to have a broken clock. Isn't it over if you cut the broken clock in half with one knife!" A Xiu said from the side.

The boy Qixin shouted: "It's definitely not a misunderstanding. The witch I'm looking for is her! Even if I recognize the wrong person, I will not recognize the jade cutting knife in her hand!"

When Qixin Boy said this, I suddenly remembered the story of Qiye. Qiye left the Zhongnan Sect, which was said to be to find a demon girl he knew back then. Could it be that this demon girl was Sister Ziying? Before Qiye came to him, the people of Zhongnan Sect had arrived first! It seems that the head of Dengfeng still did not give up on the hope of letting Qiye return to Zhongnan, and sent his disciples to find Sister Ziying first. My heart was quickly turned, but my steps were still before those two. I was too lazy to pay attention to the matter of Zhongnan Sect, but someone wanted to bully Ziying in front of me.

"A jade cutting knife! Is it really a jade cutting knife?... Poetry adds icing to the Zen master, Zen is a jade cutting knife for poets! Female donor, since the knife in your hand is called a jade cutting knife, it is really a fate with the Buddha! That child did not lie to me, I found the right place today!"

The air in the room was very nervous, and everyone did not move. At this time, an old monk wearing a gray cloth monk's robe walked into the door. The old monk looked kind and looked at least eighty or ninety years old, but his expression was very interesting. He stared at a pair of curious eyes and looked around, like an innocent child!

"Master Facheng!" I shouted in unison by Mr. Xuanhua. I also know this old monk, whom I met at Guangjiao Temple that day. Facheng is the junior brother of Zen Master Fayuan, the abbot of Guangjiao Temple. His mind is like an old child. I have a deep impression of him. As soon as the monk appeared, I remembered what Feng Junzi said before leaving. Feng Junzi said that a monk was coming to beg for alms, and he really came! But I didn't expect it to be Facheng.

Facheng looked at Xuanhua and Qixin, then looked at us, and said, "There are so many acquaintances here today. Mr. Xuanhua, are you here to ask?... May I ask, is this person holding a jade knife Han Ziying Han?" As he said that, the old monk had already passed between Xuanhua and Qixin, walked around me, and stood in front of Sister Ziying.

The old monk was standing by accident, and was between Qixin and Ziying. Qixin frowned and wanted to have an attack, but Xuan Huaju grabbed him and said something in his ear. Qixin put away the golden bell without saying a word. However, the two were still blocked at the door of the noodle shop. Sister Ziying was originally holding a jade knife in her hand and was fully alert. When the old monk came over, she was also stunned, but for a moment, she suddenly put down the knife and smiled.

This smile was as bright as spring flowers. After the rain and the wind cleared, it seemed to wipe out the tension just now: "Oh, is this Master Facheng from Jiulin Zen Temple? I knew that the master was coming, and I had just finished a bowl of plain noodles, so I asked the master to vegetarian food!"

Sister Ziying was well-behaved and knew who was of great seniority here. She ignored the two people at the door, put down her knife, went to the kitchen to bring out a bowl of steaming plain noodles, put it on a table, and asked Facheng to sit down. Facheng shook his head: "The old monk is here to beg for alms, so he won't sit anymore. That's where you treat guests, so you can pour the noodles into my bowl."

Facheng raised a copper-colored bowl and wanted to pick up the bowl of noodles. Sister Ziying advised: "Master, aren't it hot to hold it in your hand? Let's put it in the bowl and eat it."

Fa Cheng: "You poured it in, it's okay... What did you put on the fragrant noodles?"

Sister Ziying smiled and said, "It's just a bowl of vegetarian noodles, some mushrooms, gluten, diced bamboo shoots, and a few drops of sesame oil. They are all vegetarian food, but they don't get any meat. Master, please use it with confidence!... These are chopsticks."

Facheng was not polite, and took the chopsticks and didn't sit down. He stood there and ate the noodles. He heard his voice and ate it very delicious. He might be really hungry. The atmosphere in the noodle restaurant was extremely strange - a group of practitioners didn't speak, staring at the old monk eating noodles. Facheng felt something was wrong while eating, so he stopped the chopsticks and looked up and said, "Why are you looking at the old monk?... Oh! I understand, it was the old monk who delayed your question, so I'd better eat later... Mr. Han, donate food, the old monk is very grateful, but I still hope that you can donate with the Tao."

Sister Ziying asked with a smile: "Master, please speak if you have something to do."

Fa Cheng: "Where did Mr. Han come from?"

"Facheng, you come from Jiulin Zen Temple. Why are you asking! After eating noodles, you should leave quickly." The boy Qixin who had been standing by the side finally couldn't help it.

"No, right, is there no monks in the world except Jiulin Zen Temple?" Fa Cheng shook his head and replied.

"The monk came from the temple, Master Facheng, is that okay now? What are you going to do? We brothers and sisters have something to do." Xuanhua, who was loudly speaking, couldn't help but speak.

"No, right? When the Buddha was celebrating the Dharma, there was no temple in the Middle Land. How could monks come from the temple?" Monk Facheng was not in a hurry, and still shook his head and spoke, looking at his expression, he was making a very serious discussion.

I have some understanding of this monk. He did not mean it. He was like this in his usual words and deeds. Thinking of this, I also had a little bit of a buzz and replied: "The monk came from Buddhism. I remember that the Buddha passed on the Dharma before that, and there were monks in the future."

"No, right? The Buddha is also a monk. Where did the Buddha come from?" Facheng still shook his head. This question is a bit like a chicken with eggs and chickens, and it is almost impossible to pull it over and over again.

"Where did the monk come from? The monk comes from outside the door. I just saw you walking in from outside the door." A Xiu also started to join in the fun.

"Little donor, you have the opportunity to Zen! But where did the monks in the world come from before outside the door?... Donor Han, I met a young man the day before yesterday and asked. The old monk had been thinking about it for several days. He said, "You know the answer, can you tell me, thank you, the old monk!"

Listening to Facheng's words, I could guess that most of the teenagers he had arrived the day before yesterday were Feng Junzi. Feng Junzi seemed to know that the Zhongnan Sect Qixin was coming to the door, so he thought of a way to trick Monk Facheng into his mind. But he asked such a strange question to ask Sister Ziying to answer, but he didn't know what the purpose was.

I heard Sister Ziying frown and seemed to be thinking about something. After thinking about it, she suddenly smiled and said to Facheng: "Master, I really know this problem, but it's a bit inconvenient to tell you now..."

"What's the inconvenience? Please tell the donor clearly." When Fa Cheng heard that Sister Ziying knew the answer, his eyes lit up, just like a child saw a lollipop.

Sister Ziying: "Master, please sit down and talk. I know where the monk comes from, but these two people at the door want me to leave, they..."

Fa Cheng: "I just saw it. Someone should be holding the seven-emotion clock from the Zhongnan School. Is he going to fight for you? Don't worry, the old monk will naturally help you next. Tell me."

After hearing this, I finally heard some tricks. Feng Junzi asked Facheng to block Qixin, but asked Sister Ziying such a strange question. I was also very curious, and I listened to Sister Ziying's answer with my ears. Sister Ziying smiled and said, "Master, ask where my monk came from?... Let me tell you, the monk was born by the monk!... The monk doesn't give birth to a child, and the child doesn't become a monk, where does the monk come from in the world?... Which monk in the world didn't give birth to a mother before he became a monk?"

"So that's it! The donor's words are really enlightened, and the old monk suddenly enlightened. Thank you for your advice!" Fa Cheng looked like he suddenly realized.

"Old monk, are you and a demon girl so slick. Are you trying to entertain us brothers? Our brothers are ordered by the head of the sect to take this demon girl away today. Please leave quickly. We don't want to hurt the innocent." Qi Xin on the other side turned pale and couldn't help but speak again.

"I only ate half a bowl of vegetarian noodles, how could I be so slick?" Facheng looked down at his body, then looked up and said, "There are fifty-three visits to the boy Shancai in the "Avatamsaka Sutra", and it's okay to ask the heretics. Your name is Qixin Boy, why don't you learn to learn the boy Shancai? Taoists say 'nameless mother of heaven and earth'. Today, this is what the donor Han said... If you don't listen carefully, why are you still quarrels?"

"Demon Monk!" Qixin Boy was so angry that he only said this.

Fa Cheng was not angry, but just asked curiously: "I don't have any evil spirit on my body. Why do you say I am a demon monk?"

The boy Qixin pointed at Sister Ziying: "She is a witch, and you are a witcher with her. Please get out of here, I want to take her away."

Facheng: "Why do you want me to get out of here if you take her away? Besides, this female donor doesn't want to leave, why should you take her away?"

"Just this!" As he spoke, the boy Qixin ignored the dissuasion of Mr. Xuanhua, he sacrificed the golden bell again. The golden bell rotated in the void one foot in front of his chest, making a faint sound of wind and thunder. It seemed that the momentum was facing Facheng.

"Well, you have some tricks!... Shi Xiao Zhenren, Han Duke and this little girl, you guys back."

Sister Ziying made a gesture, pulled A Xiu and me back, and retreated to the kitchen door. Xuanhua and Qixin stood at the door of the noodle restaurant. The golden bell was rotating in front of Qixin. The old monk Facheng sat in the middle, holding a purple gold bowl in his hand, and there was still half a bowl of plain noodles in the bowl. Facheng said to Qixin: "I heard that the seven-emotion bell in your hand can emit joy, anger, sorrow, sadness, fear, and shock the sound of the seven-emotion. Good at using the heart and nature of people to defeat others, and those who hear it are crazy. This is a kind of experience for the old monk. Come on, experience and experience the poor monk, and it is rare to have this fate..."

Facheng spoke politely, but it was simply mocking in Qixin's ears. He yelled with a low voice, and the void blinked his fingers, and the golden bell rang without wind, making a crisp sound. Facheng only saw him laughing and laughing at the sound, but did not make any moves.

Qixin gritted his teeth and blinked his fingers again, and the golden bell rang again. Facheng's face turned solemn, with his eyebrows raised and his eyes closed. Qixin blinked his fingers twice in a row, and the golden bell rang twice. I saw Facheng not opening his eyes, but his face was heavy, and he gradually showed a compassionate look.

When Qixin raised his hand again, I felt his wrist trembling, as if he was carrying a thousand pounds of objects. His fingers in the void were bent, and he tried his best to pop it out, and it seemed like he was blocked by something.

Listening to the bell ringing, I suddenly felt that the five scents in my heart were rolling, and many disappearing memories surged into my heart at this moment, all of which were the most intense experiences I felt since I remembered. This is not any specific emotion, nor can I tell whether it is joy or sadness. I always feel that something is piping in my heart, and people become particularly sensitive, and there is a bit of impulsive hope in my emotions. At this moment, I found two soft bodies leaning on my arms, one left and one right.

Looking down, Sister Ziying and Axiu both snuggled up on my chest, their bodies were soft and a little unstoppable. Both of them blushed and their eyes were wet. They looked at me with a confused look, their lips were also open, their breathing was rapid, and they were a little panting. At this moment, they heard the sound of the golden bell in their ears again.

When the golden bell rang, I was looking at Sister Ziying's eyes. I saw a hazy water light in her eyes, a sad look, and a feeling of pity rose in my heart for no reason. I suddenly felt that she was pitiful and cute. Almost subconsciously, I lowered my head and kissed her lips.

Her lips were just a gentle touch, but she immediately came up. A gentle contact suddenly became heavy... The tip of her tongue and her were wet with each other. The kiss was so short and deep, silent and intense. Sister Ziying's eyes were as charming as silk, and her tender moans came out slightly from the depths of her throat... At this moment, I was a little dazed, and even felt that this was an hallucination I had. But in the next second, I recovered from waking up.

Because there was another ding sound at this time, but it was not the golden bell. It turned out that Monk Facheng opened his eyes, and a rare sharp look appeared in his eyes. He raised his chopsticks and knocked on the purple gold bowl in front of him. When the purple gold bowl sounded, I suddenly realized what I was doing, raised my head and left her lips and tongue. Sister Ziying also heard the purple gold bowl shook, and her body was slightly stunned, then closed her eyes and lowered her head to my chest. I couldn't see her expression clearly. I felt that this moment was very long, but in fact, it was just a moment. No one else noticed it except Axiu who was right in front of me.

As soon as the golden bowl sounded, the Qixin boy also shook his whole body, and the golden bell trembled at the same time. He blinked his fingers again, but I didn't hear the sound of the golden bell clearly, because at this time Facheng knocked the bowl again, and the bowl and the golden bell ringed at the same time, covering the sound of the golden bell.

The boy Qixin took a deep breath and almost shrank his whole body. He still stretched out his fingers to bang the golden bell. However, Facheng did not give him this opportunity. Then he knocked on the bowl again. This time he tried very hard, and one chopstick broke and half of the chopsticks fell to the ground.

As soon as the chopsticks in Facheng's hand broke, the Qixin boy finally couldn't control the golden bell. The golden bell fell from mid-air. The lay Buddhist Xuanhua, who was standing by, hurriedly caught the golden bell with one hand and held the unstable Qixin with the other. He shouted: "Thank you, Master, for your mercy... I offended you today. After returning to the mountain to report to Master, I will ask the master for advice."

At this time, Sister Ziying also woke up and stood up straight in front of my chest. However, her face was still flushed. She glanced at me secretly, said nothing, turned around and said to the outsider: "Qihua, Qixin, today's affairs will always be broken. I don't want to wait for you to come to make trouble every day!"

Mr. Xuanhua replied: "Since Master Facheng stands out for you today, our battle has been defeated, so naturally I will not come to you again... Han Ziying, if my junior brother Qiye comes to you tomorrow, please do your own thing!"

At this time, I heard the boy Qixin struggle and said, "If you lose today, you will be defeated, and there is nothing to say. Witch, I Qixin will let you go, and the Zhongnan Sect doesn't want to make things difficult for you. But if you see Qiye, it's better not to lead him into the evil demons and heretics again..."

Sister Ziying's face darkened: "What are the seven-leaf-eight-leaf-leaf-I don't know this person! I will naturally remember the great kindness and virtue of the Zhongnan Party... Today it is Master Facheng who lets you go, but you don't let me go, you can figure it out when you speak!"

"No, right, Qixin Boy, your Qixiang Zhong is really powerful, and the old monk dared not fight each other. He could only break your magic... The reason why you were not injured was not that the old monk showed mercy, but that there was half a bowl of noodles donated by Donor Han in the purple gold bowl... If you want to thank your subordinates for showing mercy, thank Donor Han!" Monk Facheng spoke at this time, and everyone was amused and crying. Qixin was not injured because of half a bowl of noodles!

Qixin left Xuanhua's support and stood up straight and said, "Master Facheng, I lost to you, but I lost in my cultivation. My Taoist skills are indeed not as profound as your century-old meditation skills. However, Qihui Zhong did not lose to you, and even you cannot sit quietly and resist the sound of the seven emotions combined attack."

Fa Cheng was not angry and nodded, "Not bad, I'm still an old monk and have not become a Buddha! I'm afraid no one in the world can fight against your seven emotions from beginning to end, but it's not difficult to break your Taoism! I'm a monk and not a fool. When it's time to take action, you will naturally know how to take action. If I take action, you will lose... What's the point of your concern about the outcome?... You have to be careful, and activate the seven emotions. If your cultivation is not enough, you will be injured by the seven emotions!"

The boy Qixin kept his face pale and couldn't see what his expression was. After Fa Cheng finished speaking, he reluctantly bowed and bowed, and pulled Mr. Xuanhua to leave without looking back.

The two people who were in trouble finally left. Sister Ziying walked up to Facheng and bowed and said, "Master, thank you for solving my problems today..."

Fa Cheng shook his hand: "No need to thank me. You give me a bowl of plain noodles today and then answer my confusion. I should thank you... Shi Xiaozhenren, when will you go to Jiulin Zen Temple with me?"
Chapter completed!