Chapter 62: : Burn incense and worship Buddha (II)

Chapter 62: Burning Incense and Worshiping Buddha (II)
When they arrived at Qianyun Temple, it was almost too late. It was the abbot of Qianyun Temple who came out to greet them. Ling Yang presided over. The melancholy old lady was still listening to the scriptures in the Buddhist hall, so he did not disturb his elderly for the time being.
Ling Yun presided over the arrangement of the little monk to take them to the wing of Qianyun Temple. Since Su Mansion always came here to burn incense and worship Buddha, Qianyun Temple already had a special wing.
And Qingyan’s wing is close to a remote yard, which is said to be deserted and unpopular. The former Su Qingyan didn’t like to come here because he didn’t want anyone to like such a small yard.
But for Su Qingyan, it didn’t matter at all. After the wing room was arranged, Qingyan directly let Yun Mang wrap around the pillar outside the door. If he didn’t pay attention, there would be no entanglement on the pillar at all. With a python.
"Miss, you don't have to live in this shabby place, obviously their wing rooms are so good." Qingdai looked at the cleaned bed and couldn't help complaining.
"It's okay, anyway, I won't stay for too long." Qingyan sat on the chair and looked at Qing Dai and said with a smile, "Maybe what happened here before?"
"The slave maid had heard that Qianyun Temple was a cemetery before. It was to prevent evil spirits from spreading, so I picked up a temple here, just to shock those wronged souls." Chi Shao said with a serious face looking at Qingyan. With.
But she didn't see the meaning of worry from Qingyan's face, but what she said was that their young lady was already Shura from hell, and there were those who were wronged.
"If I say that I am from hell, what should you do?" Qingyan said and stretched out his fingers symbolically. Under the dim candlelight, Qingyan at this moment is really a bit like a ghost from hell.
"Miss, why do you scare the servants like this? The servants didn't return those ghosts." Qingdai looked at Qingyan's happily playing, and said helplessly, "The servants' hands are bloody, so they are not afraid of them. The unjust ghost is killing him."
"Not bad." Qingyan nodded seriously looking at them.
They are all evil spirits from hell, so how can they be afraid of killing them.
"Miss, this is the food delivered by the little monk. The little monk said that they didn’t eat lunch at the temple. They were afraid that we would have nothing to eat along the way, so they sent some food.
Chi Shao said and put the food. On the table.
"Okay." Qingyan said, tapping the tabletop rhythmically.
Qingdai didn't know what Qingyan wanted to do, but it didn't take long for her to see a group of snakes, insects, rats and ants appearing in the room, as well as a relatively large unknown animal.
Qingyan glanced at the animal and slowly said, "I heard that this temple was a cemetery at the beginning, but is there such a time?"
Listening to Qingyan's words, the animal stretched out five fingers and grabbed at her, but Qingyan didn't mean to avoid her at all. Seeing Qingyan's smile, she stopped her hand as if she was proficient in human nature.
"Are you the master?" The little animal regained its original appearance after shaking its body. It was the white tiger that had always been rare.
"It's hard for Xiaobai to remember me." Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at Baihu, "Although she is no longer the same as she used to be, I can still be recognized by you."
Bai Hu looked at Qingyan and walked to her side and rubbed Zeng's arm, "The master is the master, I know it naturally."
As Qingyan said, she gave Baihu a smooth flow, "But I didn't expect you to appear here, why would you be in this Qianyun Temple."
"The Daoist Yunhen saved me, so he kept me in Qianyun Temple, but he didn't expect to see the master here." Bai Hu said, rubbing Qingyan's arm, it looked like a gentle head Little beast.
"Daoist Yunhen?" After Qingyan chanted the name several times, it seemed that even if she came back as Su Qingyan, the former master still needed to meet.
But at that time she never thought that Daoist Yunhen would actually be a native of Donghe. She only knew Daoist Yunhen was a fairy. She was fortunate to come into his door and learn the language of ten thousand beasts from him. Founded Wan Beast Pavilion.
But when he was dying, he had never seen the master.
"Then Daoist Yunhen is still in the temple?" Qingyan asked with a smile looking at Baihu, "After all, I used to be a master."
"Daoist Yun Hen said, if you are destined, you can naturally meet him." Bai Hu looked at Qingyan and patted her hand, "Master, I will follow the master in the future, OK, I will return it to the master. Be a mount."
"Silly Xiaobai, why did you take you as a mount." Qingyan said, patted Baihu's head, "but I will not be too boring in this Ganyun Temple with you by my side."
When the young monk was about to feed, he found that the white tiger in the cage was gone. He could only hurriedly report to Ling Yang's chairperson. Ling Yang knew that his uncle had been keeping the white tiger in the cage. It seems that the white tiger has come out now and wants to come. It should be that the destined person mentioned by the uncle has already appeared.
"Host, what should I do now? A tiger so big appears in the temple, it will cause confusion." The little monk looked at the host and said worriedly.
Ling Yang looked at the little monk and patted his little head, "Don’t worry, now that the white tiger comes out, it means that the destined person that the uncle is waiting for has already appeared. Since the destined person appears, then the destined person will definitely not let the white tiger appear. Something hurts."
The little monk listened to Ling Yang's host, but he didn't know why, but he was still worried that the appearance of the white tiger would cause a lot of chaos. Ignoring the words of Ling Yang's host, the young monk could only find the location of the white tiger by himself.
Ling Yang looked at the little monk walking away. After he pressed a mechanism, a cool wind greeted him. He looked at the white-haired old man in a gray robe sitting not far away, said, "Master Uncle, the destined person you are waiting for has already appeared."
The fairy in the grey robe opened his eyes and glanced at Ling Yang's presiding officer, then smiled and said, "Since it comes, it will be safe."
After watching Uncle Ling quietly retreat to the side, he observed for a while to confirm that it was okay and then disappeared where he appeared just now.
Qingyan rode on Baihu, blowing on the delicate jade flute presented by Murong Jingxuan, led by Baihu through the hurried forest of the back mountain, and finally arrived at the position of Daoist Yunhen.
Daoist Yunhen is still the same as she remembered, but the white hair still shook Qingyan's eyes. When did Dao Yunhen's three thousand green silks turn white?
Was it five years ago or even longer?
Just when Qingyan was able to figure out her mind, she heard that voice had come, "Girl, since she's here, why don't you come out to see her as a teacher?"