Master Tianfeng then slowly said: "Fate is created by oneself, appearance is born from the heart. All things are transformed into appearances. The mind does not move, all things are still moving, the mind does not change, all things are unchanged. All things are born, and they are all fate. Since there is fate, why cover it up?"

Wuhua's heart was slightly shocked, and he looked up and hit Tianfeng's calm and wise eyes. His eyebrows hopped, and the moment he looked at each other, it seemed that these eyes had seen through everything.

He had a very strong concentration, and nothing appeared in his expression. He sighed softly, and smiled back and said, "Master means, let me take the initiative to experience it?"

His master is undoubtedly a wise and highly cultivated monk. Wuhua has never taken it lightly before him.

He had no way of judging whether Tianfeng had seen through his performance, but the deep guard hidden under this loving face was that he had been with him like a shadow since he became sensible, and until now he was no exception.

Tianfeng heard all the words Luo Feiyu said last night. Whether the other party believed it or didn’t, was he aware of it or was really willing to think that he had first met the world, Wuhua couldn’t be sure.

Even at this moment, his master said that his appearance was born from the heart, whether it was because he was worried about the "Show Girl" or his ambition under such an illusion that he could not confirm it.

So he did his best to play the role of Miao Seng, just asking Tianfeng to think that this is his true nature.

He has experienced such a maneuver countless times in the past decade and is very familiar with it.

Tianfeng smiled and pointed to the futon beside him and said to him: "Sit."

Wuhua sat down next to him.

"What are you practicing when you sit here?"

"It's Zen." Wuhua replied.

Master Tianfeng nodded, "Sitting is also Zen, walking is also Zen, one flower is one world, one leaf is one Tathagata."

Wuhua then stood up and bowed, "Disciple understands."

Master Tianfeng stared at him and said, "For hundreds of years, you are the only disciples under Shaolin's sect. Since you have gone through the world, why worry about being stained with the world? You can only be free if you can let go."

Wuhua nodded and retreated, with a certain idea in her heart.

The small teahouse at the gate of Putian City is Luo Feiyu's permanent place. He travels around the mountains and rivers during the day, rests and sleeps. He goes to Shaolin Temple to harass and teas Wuhua at midnight. He often secretly takes the time to spread some rumors on the mall, and relies on the income from the reputation of the world to maintain an activity of 100 a day.

Half of the contributions to whether Bet Wuhua would touch the bet in the gambling house.

Now that he has changed all his green outfits, he is not in a hurry to collect blue outfits, but plans to directly get purple outfits in one step to save the cost of equipment iteration.

He also stocked up a lot of supplies such as bandages, golden sore medicines, and hemostatic herbs, and he was also disguised as clay pots and stones, but he didn't have much chance to use them.

According to his usual habits, when he entered the small teahouse, he ordered pastries and fruits by the window, and savored the tea slowly. Looking at the traffic outside the window and the crowds were crowded, he felt that whether it was ancient or modern, the streets of the town were actually similar, and there was no difference.

However, today, his leisurely afternoon tea time was interrupted by an uninvited guest.

Wuhua sat down opposite him with a smile on his lips, politely performed a Buddhist ritual, and greeted him: "Hello, Miss Xiu, please."

"..." Luo Feiyu stretched half of his body to the opposite side of the table. He first looked around and found that half of the people in the teahouse were secretly observing their table. Then he carefully turned his gaze back to Wuhua, and said with a strange expression: "I'm not dazzled? Are you going to come to me on your own initiative?"

Wuhua's smile was flawless, "Miss Xiu is not a beast. You come to the temple every night to listen to the Buddha. The little monk thought about it, but it was really inappropriate, so he just came to you in the daytime."

Luo Feiyu's face was surprised for a long time before she couldn't help laughing, half teasing and half deliberately raised her voice and said, "Can the little monk finally be moved by my sincerity and willing to elope with me to return to secular life?"

"?!!" The tea lovers who were hooking their heads and listening to gossip all their ears stood up. The waiter who looked at tea secretly gave Luo Feiyu a thumbs up behind Wuhua's back, and his face said: "Girl, you really have it!"

Wuhua shook her head helplessly and said, "Miss Xiu, don't joke about me. Come and study Buddhism. I will talk about Buddhism for you. Be upright and sit upright, and your heart is pure. Why do you fear others' misunderstandings?"

Everyone was disappointed and exhaled their anger, but their minds were still paying attention to the movement here openly and secretly.

Luo Feiyu took half of his body back, stuffed a piece of pastry, and said vaguely, "You are innocent in your heart, can I have dirty in my heart? The little monk is bright and bright, but I am a vulgar person. I just like you and listen to you talk about Buddha. If it were someone else, my aunt... I would have served him with both swords and told him to shut up."

Xiaoer stared at Luo Feiyu in a daze. Even women in the world are not particular about the details, but are so honest and straightforward as Miss Xiu as she is so frank and straightforward.

Wuhua thoughtfully handed Luo Feiyu a cup of tea so that he would not choke the pastry full of cheeks. "I admire the girl's straightforwardness. Then today, let's talk about 'nature'."

"..." Luo Feiyu endured it, and smiled and showed a middle finger to him.

Wuhua asked calmly: "What does this mean?"

Luo Feiyu said seriously in front of the tea guests: "This is in my hometown, which means 'I like you', which means that I wish to perform the ritual of Duke Zhou with you."

Yes, in short, it is "day".

Everyone stared at Luo Feiyu's gesture for a while, and they buried their heads in tea, pretending to hear nothing.

Wuhua shook her head again, smiling with a good temper, but in fact she was a bit shameless: "Miss loves you."

In fact, Wuhua’s serious scriptures were not boring, and it was even fascinating and interesting. Even though most of the tea shops in the teahouse did not understand Buddhist principles, it seemed that they were listening to the novel and interesting storytelling stories that were endless.

After several times, everyone benefited a lot, and even admired Wuhua's Buddhism very much. Gradually, he believed that he really wanted to persuade Luo Feiyu to retreat by teaching Buddhism.

But Luo Feiyu looked at Wuhua, and his mind was full of thinking about this person's plan, his ambition, and the purpose behind his actions. After a while, he couldn't listen to any interesting story.

In the eyes of others, this is that Miss Xiu is addicted to Master Wuhua’s good looks. She was still absent-minded when she heard him telling him that Buddha was just absent-minded and was just staring at the master.

After talking about this for a long time, Luo Feiyu deliberately hid the small bottle of "anti medicine" in front of Wuhua and shook it, spread it into the cup of tea he had just drunk, and handed it to Wuhua with a smile: "You have been talking hard, so you must be dry mouth? Drink a little tea to moisten it."

As we all know, Wuhua and his filial love and noble person as noble as him should not be contaminated with a trace of filth. It is impossible for him to drink the tea that others have drunk.

Even ordinary people will never do anything to eat and drink together unless they are intimate.

Almost everyone believed that Wuhua would not accept this cup of tea.

But they never expected that Wuhua took the cup of tea without changing her face, drank it calmly, and thanked Luo Feiyu politely, and then continued to speak out.

The people who were eating melons were a little confused.

This... Could it be that Master Wuhua really touched Miss Xiu?

No... the master has a profound level, so he must be without restraint from external things and has a clear conscience... right?

Everyone looked at each other and began to shake, thinking about whether they would go back to the gambling shop to change the bet they bet.

Luo Feiyu succeeded in his prank and his smile became brighter.

It was dusk, and the tea guests disappeared one after another, and Wuhua was tired. Seeing that Luo Feiyu was still unwilling to leave, the waiter came up and reminded him: "Master, girl, it's getting late, the shop is about to close. Look..."

Luo Feiyu glanced at the desolate and deserted street outside the window and said in confusion: "Why should you close here so early? It's at least a while before darkness is right?"

The waiter obediently explained: "The girl is a foreigner, so she is not sure. Putian is near the sea. Every day, there are scattered Japanese people coming to harass her, so it is not easy to wander on the street."

Luo Feiyu frowned and said, "Isn't this the territory of Nan Shaolin? Is there such a thing?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at Wuhua, "Why can't you Shaolin even control some rogues?"

Wuhua said lightly: "It's not that I can't control it, it's that I can't control it."

Seeing this, the waiter immediately explained to him: "The Shaolin masters had taught them a lesson before, but the monks did not kill, and they ran away once, two or three times... As soon as the masters left, they robbed them again, which was more fierce than before, and they really didn't care about it. So it would be fine to avoid them on weekdays, but sometimes they came in groups, so we hid on the mountain."

Luo Feiyu was displeased when he heard this, and he walked around his mouth for a few times but swallowed it back into his stomach. He did not want to comment on this matter rashly. After all, passionate blood cannot be used as food, but his face was still ugly.

Wuhua knew that he had first entered the world and still appreciated his ability to withstand his temper and act rashly. He was planning to persuade Luo Feiyu to cause trouble, but clinker suddenly changed.

On the stone road shining by the setting sun, two figures with different outfits from the Central Plains came swaying. When the waiter saw it, he changed his expression on the spot: "Bah! I am a crow's mouth! What about you say! Two... Hey? Where is the show girl??"

The other four were much more irritable. They were the same as they said that they were plotted against by a stinky girl holding a brick in her hand and almost started to fight in the internal battle.

Although their injuries were not serious, they still needed to rest for a while. Chu Liuxiang hid them in the cabin and placed them in a good life. He also learned some information about Nangong Ling's life experience. He persuaded them for a long time before they could dispel their idea of ​​returning to the sect to find a stinky girl to seek revenge.

So these five brothers in distress were recovered from their injuries at Chu Liuxiang's home.

Lingjiuzi, Ximen Qian, Zamuhe, Zuo Youzheng looked at Ren Ci, who was in the worst physical condition among them. The five of them looked at each other and were silent.

The author has something to say: [Thirteen]

Luo Feiyu was in trouble with Dongfang Bubai's physical body, and he waited patiently on the spot for a while.

Soon, Dongfang recovered from entering into meditation. He sat upright, staring at his palm, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

After a while, he stood up and smiled lightly, and said to Luo Feiyu solemnly: "Thank you."

These two words are enough to include all the gratitude that is unspeakable.

Luo Feiyu rubbed the tip of his nose and said cheerfully: "You are willing to put down the leader's airs in front of me, which shows that you have regarded me as a friend, so there is no need to be so polite among friends."

Dongfang Bubai helped him and Wuhua, and he helped Dongfang Bubai and Yang Lianting. How can the fate and cause and effect in this world be calculated clearly?

"These spirit-gathering talismans can save soul-transforming thoughts. After you open your soul eyes, you can communicate with the yin and yang realms. There may not be any adventures in the future. Giving these talismans to you is a precaution for emergencies." He reminded.

Dongfang Bubai nodded and properly put away the spirit-gathering talismans.

"And..." Luo Feiyu wanted to say something but stopped. "I still have some things that I have to explain to you."

He hesitated and sent Dongfang Bubai to apply for team formation.

A sound suddenly sounded in his mind, which made Dongfang Bubai stunned.

He glanced at Luo Feiyu suspiciously and joined his team.

Luo Feiyu then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My way of practicing is a bit special. You said before, if Wuhua treats me badly in the future, I will... I am afraid that once you leave, you will hear any rumors in the future. I really think he has let me down, so I ran to chop him up without saying a word..."

Among the matching objects provided by the system, Dongfang Bubai is also included, and there is even a 75% match. Luo Feiyu has no doubt that Dongfang must be among the "special boss".

He lives a life of sudden death, sudden death and sudden death every day. If he does not pull the flag in advance, he doesn't want to fall off the line one day and start over again. Before he can get started, he will be regarded as an adulterer and a double kill by his former friend before he can start.

Dongfang Bubai frowned in confusion: "What kind of special method?"

Luo Feiyu said: "Actually, I had already 'dead' many times before I became Yuan Canglang..."

He told Dongfang Bubai concisely that he could constantly change his identities, and said that Wuhua would find him every time. Although Wuhua's reputation in the world is not good, in fact, the protagonists of the scandal from beginning to end were all iron-clad Wuhua and Luo Feiyu of various sects...

"I can't let people know about the relationship between those identities, nor can they guess that the same person is behind it, otherwise it will cause themselves great trouble."

Dongfang Bubai's eyes became inexplicable when he looked at him, "Your disguise technique is indeed superb, but since you have become kinship with him, why are you unstable and you have to change your identities again and again?" His voice suddenly cold: "Is it because of your enemy's pursuit?"

Luo Feiyu immediately waved his hand: "No, I changed my identity and did not disguise, but to seek another body to revive after death..."
To be continued...