Chapter 291: Play tricks

"Just ... will your master dislike you because of this?"
Ye Zhen's face was slightly dimmed, his eyes turned on Xiaohua and Xiaobai, and he whispered, "You two are my only loved ones in this world, when you have a better future."
"I don't want to be ruined by me"
Hearing Ye Zhen's words, Xiao Bai Xiaohua was moved, and it was precisely because the host's selfless help to them that they have today, which is why the second daughter did not want to leave Ye Zhen anyway.
"Master may wish. Speaking of it, Xiao Bai can be accepted as a disciple by the master, perhaps because of the master." Xiao Bai remembered something, and his beauty gradually became admired.
"Because of me?" Ye Zhen wondered.
"When Xiaobai met the master, the master mentioned the young master, and then he mentioned it several times." Xiaobai remembered the situation at the time and felt more and more so.
"Xiaobai will contact the master", Zhu Xi fell on Xiaobai's little hand, and Ying Bai's demon power flashed away, a little bit of star light rose from Zhu Xi's head, and finally gathered from the air into a butterfly and turned away.
Looking at the disappearing butterfly, Xiao Baimei's eyes were affectionate and she said, "The master is so powerful that he will receive a message from Xiaobai within one day."
Hearing that Ye Zhen just smiled, Laoshan ancestor, in case of returning to heaven or western bliss.
Could it be impossible for this butterfly to follow it?
And ... even if the other party receives it, it is still unknown whether they can ignore it.
Sure enough ... time has passed, ten years have passed, Xiaobai has sent messages several times, but there is no news at all, and he even went to Qingcheng Mountain to run for some number of times, and the ancestors of Laoshan did not return.
However, a lot has happened in the past ten years.
Ye Zhen opened his study and wrote and painted on weekdays, but as time went on, Ye Zhen became more and more famous, and even became a world-famous calligraphy master!
Until the emperor came to the study several times to ask for a word, and even asked Ye Zhen to enter the palace as an official, but every time Ye Zhen refused very simply.
In this way, everyone in the world praises Ye Zhen's character, so there is a constant stream of people asking for words.
However, Ye Zhen had some troubles. He closed his study and built a college next to the West Lake. He himself was a college teacher and his life was full.
Of course, today, Ye Zhen came to an uninvited guest while teaching students.
"Amitabha, I haven't seen it for ten years, the donor looks still." At the gate of the school, a young monk, seven or eight years old, declared the Buddha name to Ye Zhen.
"Fahai, what are you doing here?" Ye Zhen frowned slightly. Although he hadn't repaired it, he always felt nothing like the arrival of Fahai.
"Ten years ago, the little monk and the donor argued that ten years had passed. The little monk was dull and still unable to comprehend. The donor Hui Genna saw the little monk in his life and wanted to put the donor into my Buddhist door to understand this cause and effect." Xiao Fahai's eyes Eyes are drooping.
"If I don't agree?" Ye Zhen's tone was cold, and he suddenly thought of something.
"Have you been enchanted?" Ye Zhen saw Xiao Fahai's eyes reddish, but she could not imagine that her words ten years ago had forced this into a state of enchantment.
"It ’s better to be a demon, a little monk is a little monk, a little monk is still a little monk. This is just the practice that the Buddha gave to the little monk. As long as the little monk can treat the donor like a Buddhist door, the magic barrier in the heart can be eliminated."
"Oh, if you don't have your own understanding, you have to use these methods. You can do it. You can go. Ye has to teach, and I have no time to take care of you." Ye Zhen looked pale, and directly issued a customer order.
"Amitabha, this can not be done by the donor, the donor does not consider it for herself, but also for her." Xiao Fahai finally looked up, with a smile of evil in her mouth.
Ye Zhen raised her eyebrows slightly, put down her books, and said, "Let's go back" to the children who showed doubt on both sides of the school.
"Yes, sir"
After all the students left, Ye Zhen carried his hands behind his back and whispered "Go."
Seeing Ye Zhen who walked one step first, his face was full of indifference, Xiao Fahai's eyes showed a little doubtful color, and Xuan returned to peace.
It seemed to be slow and nowhere, Xiao Fahai suddenly grabbed Ye Zhen's arm and turned into a streamer. Soon, he arrived at Jinshan Temple.
"Jinshan Temple, built on the mountain, the golden dome is magnificent, the scale is large, it is a pity to ruin it." Ye Zhen already pointed out.
Leading the way by Xiao Fahai, Ye Zhen did not resist and followed all the way until he entered the Great Heroes Hall.
"I've heard that the incense of your Jinshan Temple is flourishing. It's true, but the Buddha statue made of pure gold is very valuable, as well as the inlaid gem on the lotus platform."
Ye Zhen ignored the hundreds of monks in the hall, strolled to the Buddha statue, touched the gem inlaid on the seat, and then ... the gem fell into Ye Zhen's hands.
"Sorry ... this gem is not strong enough" Ye Zhen smiled.
"Bold!"
The monk in the temple was angry when he saw this scene of disrespect to the Buddha.
Although Xiao Fahai was unmoved, he knew Ye Zhen's move was only to anger him.
"Shaving for this donor" Xiao Fahai wore a cloak and lay cross-legged on a high place.
Ye Zhen heard the words, holding the gemstones detained from the rosette in one hand, and slowly came to the center of the hall. Ye Zhen went straight from a small sand to the side, snatched the futon under his buttocks, and sat up.
"Come on, these 30 million troubles, even if you take them away" Ye Zhen's eyes closed, and an old was there.
"Shave!" Xiao Fa Haiduan sat on the futon, his face was frozen, and he sang in the hall with a cold drink.
"Yes!"
An old monk quickly hurriedly picked up a razor from a plate held by a young monk next to Ye Zhen and announced the Buddha's name.
Reaching out to untie Ye Zhen's hair band, the black hair spread out instantly, hanging to the back. With closed eyes, Ye Zhen lowered his head to the razor.
Seeing Ye Zhen's cooperation in this way, the old monk nodded slightly, then grabbed Ye Zhen's strand of hair, and the radiant razor was cut on the long hair.
However, the next moment, Mars was splashing, Ye Zhen's hair was unbroken, but the razor was curled and full of gaps.
"This ... this ..." The old monk shaving Ye Zhen's head was dumbfounded.
Sitting on the high platform, Bao Xiang's solemn Xiao Fadao "uses gold scissors".
"Yes..."
The old monk responded that even if the young monk took the spin, the legend of the golden scissors is that the scissors used by the Buddha to shave the monster, no matter how strong your physique is, this hair will be cut as soon as it is cut.
The legend does not know whether it is true or not. Even if it is true, the golden scissors in Jinshan Temple is the one used by the Buddha.
But how amazing is the myth of the mythical world? This gold scissors is so true that Ye Zhen's hair has been cut.
However, before Fahai smiled, behind Ye Zhen, the hair that had just been cut off was visible to the naked eye, and it was longer than before the cut!
"Cut!" Xiao Fa had no expression on the surface.
The old monk commanded and had to wave the scissors again.
"Ka-K-K-K ..."
The bite of the knife was not heard by the ears, and the hair that had been cut off all around was piled up, but Ye Zhen itself, the hair was originally just the back, now it can be pulled out three feet to grow.