Chapter 32 Master, Won’t You Give Me a Meal?

The whole hall was well lit, and many pilgrims stopped here and knelt in front of the Buddha statue to make wishes.

Some prayed for children, some prayed for wealth, and some prayed for a smooth academic journey...

In Ye Qingxuan's sight, bits of incense floated from their bodies and soon sank into the Buddha statue in the center of the hall.

At this time, Master Wuzhen, who was wandering in the world, saw Ye Qingxuan in a Taoist robe, and was immediately refreshed and took the initiative to walk over.

Ye Qingxuan also walked to a hidden place beside the hall to facilitate the conversation between the two.

"Amitabha!"

When he came to Ye Qingxuan, Master Wuzhen put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and smiled:

"I guess the donor is the distinguished guest from Longhu Mountain?"

"That's right, Master Wuzhen is indeed a wise man." Ye Qingxuan looked at him with a smile and nodded in reply.

"Haha, you are handsome and wearing a Taoist robe. I can tell at a glance that you are extraordinary." Master Wuzhen said in a gentle voice, "How should I address you?"

"My last name is Ye."

"Ah, it turns out to be Master Ye."

Master Wuzhen showed a look of surprise, then turned to look at Lin Bingbing beside him, and asked with some doubt:

"Who is this?"

Being suddenly addressed by such a high-ranking monk, Lin Bingbing was far less relaxed than Ye Qingxuan. She became a little nervous and introduced herself:

"My name is Lin Bingbing, and I am a friend of Taoist Master Ye."

But she was a journalist after all, so she quickly adjusted her mood and showed a professional and bright smile. She blinked and then smiled:

"Master, you should not mind me standing aside."

Master Wuzhen subconsciously looked at Ye Qingxuan.

To be honest, he was a little panicked now. It was a bit uncomfortable to have someone standing next to him and listening to him and Ye Qingxuan chatting.

But Ye Qingxuan didn't say anything, his expression was normal, as if he acquiesced.

In this case, he had no reason to refuse.

"Since Mr. Ye has no objection, then I naturally have no objection either." Master Wuzhen said:

"Please do as you wish."

"Thank you, Master!"

Lin Bingbing said with a smile, and then took a step back, leaving some space for the two to chat.

At this time, Ye Qingxuan finally spoke.

"Master Wuzhen." He said with a little smile, "Guess what I am here for this time?"

Master Wuzhen suppressed his annoyance, clasped his hands together, and said in a gentle voice:

"Of course, the abbot greeted me two days ago and said that a distinguished guest from Longhu Mountain came to visit us to mourn the seventh master who passed away in this temple."

"That's right."

Ye Qingxuan smiled, stared at him calmly, and said slowly:

"I am here to mourn the seventh master. He was not afraid of the tiger demon's power and stood up to help the local police buy precious time."

As he said, he took out a letter from his arms , handed it to Master Wuzhen, and then said:

"This is a letter of condolence written by the disciples of Longhu Mountain for the Seventh Master. Please accept it."

Master Wuzhen took the letter, put it in his arms with a compassionate look, and sighed:

"When the Seventh Master was alive, he cared about the people of the world. When Qinshan was in trouble, he really couldn't ignore it. Who would have thought... Alas! It's a pity!"

Ye Qingxuan nodded and asked:

"By the way, Master Wuzhen, I am very curious, who is stronger, your cultivation or the Seventh Master?"

"This... I should be stronger." Master Wuzhen pondered.

"So that's it."

Ye Qingxuan nodded slightly, showing a look of realization, and then asked: "The tiger monster was wreaking havoc in Qinshan, and Master didn't think of helping?"

Why is this young Taoist so rude?

Master Wuzhen frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed and replied: "I was in seclusion studying Buddhism that day, and I really had no energy."

"So that's how it is. I was wrong."

"No problem."

Master Wuzhen shook his head, and just as he smiled again, he heard Ye Qingxuan ask lightly:

"Master Wuzhen should rarely go online, right?"

Master Wuzhen was startled, nodded and said: "Yes, Buddhism is profound. I usually only listen to some young monks and pilgrims talking about current affairs."

He then smiled and said:

"But even so, I heard about your Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master going down the mountain to kill the tiger demon, and I admired him very much!"

"Ha, thank you for the compliment, Master."

While saying this, Ye Qingxuan's face did not show any joy, and his black eyes were still staring at the old monk in front of him, smiling but not He said with a smile:

"But the news is still out of reach for the Master. There are more than just this one rumor about our Longhu Mountain these past two days."

"Hmm?"

Master Wuzhen had a bad feeling in his heart, but still asked: "Which one are you talking about, Master Ye?"

"Didn't your disciples tell you about the fact that the Longhu Mountain disciples killed the three-headed toad spirit?"

"Ah...ah! It is true." Master Wuzhen seemed to have just remembered it, and quickly added:

"I am forgetful, and I hope Master Ye will bear with me..."

Looking at this old fox pretending to be confused, Ye Qingxuan's tone was not impatient. After saying twice that it was okay, he suddenly changed the subject and said:

"I asked the Master before, do you know what I am doing here? Do you remember how you answered?"

Damn it, you really came for me... Master Wu Zhen had cold sweat on his forehead, and he pretended to be calm and said with a smile:

"You are here to mourn the seventh master of our temple on behalf of Longhu Mountain."

"Yes, but actually you are only half right. Pindao has one more thing to do this time."

While speaking, Ye Qingxuan slowly walked to Master Wu Zhen, lowered his voice and asked with a sneer:

"Master Wu Zhen, is the life obtained by the toad spirit delicious?"

"What did you say?!"

Master Wu Zhen was immediately shocked and his eyes widened.

He had a high status in the temple, but his behavior was abnormal. Many novice monks and pilgrims passing by suddenly looked over curiously.

"What do you mean by this! I can't understand what life is like!" Master Wu Zhen's face was ugly, and he glared at Ye Qingxuan with fixed eyes, as if the other party had said something disrespectful.

Ye Qingxuan seemed to have not seen it, and still smiled and said:

"Master, don't get excited, I haven't finished speaking yet."

"What?"

"Master, as a Buddhist monk, how can you sell cursed beads to pilgrims?"

Hearing this, Master Wu Zhen blew his beard and stared:

"Donor Ye, I have never sold any Buddhist beads. They are all sold to pilgrims by other masters in the temple!"

But at this moment, before Ye Qingxuan could reply, a surprised voice came from behind him.

"Master Wu Zhen, so you are here!"

A beautiful figure walked quickly from the door of the hall, and said regretfully to Master Wu Zhen:

"The string of good luck beads you sold me was given to someone else. Can you sell me another string?"

As the words fell, the anger on Master Wu Zhen's face gradually stiffened.

He didn't expect that the slap in the face would come so quickly.

Master Wu Zhen slowly looked at the smiling Ye Qingxuan, forced out a smile and said:

"Donor Ye, I also need to eat. It's just a prayer bead. Isn't it too much?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled and said nothing.

The pretty figure also noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere at this time, and asked quickly:

"Master Wu Zhen, am I here at the wrong time?"

"No, you came at the right time." Ye Qingxuan shook his head slightly, looked at the pretty figure, and said with a smile: "Miss Cheng Zi, we meet again."

The visitor was none other than the innocent girl who gave him the cursed beads on the high-speed train that day, Cheng Zi!

Cheng Zi was also a little surprised, his mouth opened slightly, obviously he didn't expect to meet this beautiful young man here again.

Ye Qingxuan turned around, looked at the livid Master Wuzhen, took the initiative to speak, and said lightly:

"Master, it's getting late. It's almost lunch time. Don't you want me to have a fast meal?"