In the blink of an eye, it was time to use vegetarian food. Xiao Sha Mi Yongjing ran over and invited Li Qiniang and her party to go and have the meal.

When we met again, the little novice monk looked much more relaxed and no longer had the previous restraint.

On the way to the zhaitang, Yan Xuehuai secretly stuffed the jujube cake wrapped in a vegetarian to the little shark monk. This time, the little shark monk did not refuse and happily took it. Obviously, he had just returned, and the master did not notice that he had eaten pilgrim pastry.

The vegetarian hall is simple and the vegetarian dishes are cooked in sloppy. Yan Xuehuai's tongue has long been tricked by Li Qiniang, and she tampered with the bullet and stuffed it into her mouth.

At this moment, Zhou Saochen hurried in, Yan Xuehuai asked with a smile: "Why have you been there for so long?"

Zhou Saochen said, "I came out of the pure room and got lost and couldn't find the pavilion. Thanks to the master in the temple, I guided me to the dining hall."

Li Qiniang smiled: "Then go and use vegetarian food quickly."

Zhou Saochen responded respectfully and went to receive the vegetarian food. Yan Xuehuai waved to her: "Come here and have a meal together. It's not at home, there are not so many rules."

Zhou Saochen sat carefully next to Yan Xuehuai, only daring to sit half of his body on the bench, and that looked like a wife who was abide by the rules of a wealthy family.

Her elbow accidentally touched Yan Xuehuai's arm. Yan Xuehuai stretched out her hand under the table, and a small strip of cloth slid from Zhou Sauchen's hand into Yan Xuehuai's hand.

The fabric is smooth and it is the best silk. Yan Xuehuai looked down and saw it. It was crimson, the size of a willow leaf, with fur edges around it, as if it was torn off from her clothes.

This is a court suit!

Yesterday, Qi Wei entered the palace, and it should be the court uniform.

Yan Xuehuai stuffed the cloth into his purse, lowered his voice and asked, "Where did you find it?"

Zhou Saochen said in a breath: "I found it on a rose branch in front of Qiyunxuan's window. I suspect there is a secret passage in Qiyunxuan."

If the exit of the secret passage of the Fu Prince's Mansion is in Xiaojue Temple, then there should be another secret passage in Xiaojue Temple leading to other places, and that place is Qi Wei's current hiding place.

Yan Xuehuai immediately thought of a place, Jueming'an!

So Qi Wei escaped to Xiaojue Temple first, repaired it in Xiaojue Temple, and then went to Jueming Temple again?

Of course, these are all Yan Xuehuai's guesses. Apart from Qi Wei and the abbot of Xiaojue Temple, no one knows the real situation, and even Master Huiming doesn't know it.

After everyone finished the vegetarian meal, there was no reason to stay in Xiaojue Temple. The sedan chair walked far away. Pearl said through the curtain: "Young master, that Master Huiming has been watching us, and he has only entered now."

It depends on whether they are really leaving.

Yan Xuehuai smiled and said, "Let's go to Jueming'an."

Everyone walked around a long circle, went back to the back of Xiaojue Temple, and followed the path and walked another fork. Yan Xuehuai asked the sedan chair to fall into the sedan chair. She came out of the sedan chair, followed Xu Kun and Zhenzhu, and walked towards Jueming Temple.

Although Xiaojue Temple has no incense, it has a side door open, but the gate of Jueming Temple is closed, and there are fragments of leaves and bird droppings in front of the door. Obviously, no one has cleaned it for some days. Yan Xuehuai even doubted his judgment that this Jueming Temple does not look like it is lived in no matter how it looks like it is.

"Young boss, why don't I climb over the wall and go in and take a look." said Pearl.

Yan Xuehuai was about to speak when the closed door suddenly opened from inside!

The three of them had nowhere to dodge, and Yan Xuehuai immediately said loudly: "Look, I'll say there are people in this temple."

A nun in a green hat walked out. She was about forty years old, with a strong figure and a fat face. If it weren't for the monk's robes on her body, no one would believe that she was a Buddhist disciple.

The nun also saw the three people and said loudly: "Who are you here to be busy with the pure land of Buddhism?"

Yan Xuehuai was startled and hurriedly dodged behind Zhenzhu. Zhenzhu was also very scared and went to pull Xu Kun beside him. Xu Kun didn't know why these two people were so scared. He subconsciously wanted to protect the two, but he was dragged by Zhenzhu and almost fell down.

When the nun saw that the three of them were all teenage men and women, they felt a little relieved. When they saw that they had never seen the world, they guessed that they might have come by by chance.

"Why don't you talk?"

The nun was full of energy, and Zhenzhu and Yan Xuehuai were so scared that they were trembling. Xu Kun finally realized, but he couldn't pretend to be trembling, so he had to imitate Yan Xuehuai and hide behind Zhenzhu.

Pearl stammered and answered the nun’s question: “We passed by, we were passing by, really.”

"Where are you going, will you pass by here?" asked the nun.

Zhenzhu hurriedly said, "We are going to Xiaojue Temple. We came here on the way back on a whim."

Yan Xuehuai nodded desperately and added: "I saw that it was a nunner, so I was curious and wanted to go in and worship... My mother said she would like to see the temple and worship. Master, can we go in and worship?"

The nun glanced at her, raised her chin, and drove them away like a fly: "Let's go, this is the place where women's family practice, and idle people are not allowed to enter, go quickly!"

The three of them were about to leave, but another voice came from him: "Wait, don't leave!"

The nun hurriedly said, "Young Master Ying, you are here."

As she said that, she pushed open another temple door and a young man appeared.

The boy was fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, with skin that was better than snow, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and his black scalp was casually draped over his shoulders. He was dressed up with undressing style, but it reminded people of the banished immortal in the painting.

Yan Xuehuai's eyes widened. Who would have thought that there was a beautiful boy hidden in this small temple.

She swallowed and murmured, "It's really not in vain today."

Her voice was very small, but the pearl standing in front of her could hear it clearly.

The villain in Pearl's heart was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. What does Miss Yan mean? Is he fond of it?

No, then I took a look, two eyes, three eyes, okay, Miss Yan stared straight at someone, her eyes were about to stick to her face.

Pearl felt that at this time, he had to do something for Qiye.

Pearl coughed dryly and said loudly: "Young Master, are you in trouble?"

The young man, known as Young Master Ying, raised his lips slightly, raised a smile, and smiled in his eyes and eyebrows, as if peach blossoms were flying.

Yan Xuehuai opened her mouth slightly, it looked beautiful, it was so beautiful.

The boy's voice was equally beautiful and pleasant, like a stream in the mountains, and a congregation like a piano.

"There has been no foreign pilgrims in Xiaojue Temple for nearly ten years. Even those who know Xiaojue Temple can count. How do you know the three young people?" The young man's voice was equally beautiful and pleasant, like a stream in the mountains, and a cong cong is like a piano.
Chapter completed!