My princess Lu Ziye

Chapter 202 203 Why is it so filthy?
Shangguan Yanwan waved her hand, her voice was cold.

"Go and find all the ghosts scattered around the temple, and then bring them to the main hall."

Zhao Ritian looked at her steadfastly, with doubts on his face.

"Master, there is one thing Xiaosheng doesn't understand. Why did you summon those ghosts?"

Shangguan Yanwan didn't open her mouth to explain, she just waved her hand and said something lightly.

"You will know later."

Zhao Ritian let out an "oh" in a little disappointment, and was dragged away by the flying snake with two wings.

The ghosts, who were doing nothing, finally got a chance to show their strengths, jumped up happily, disappeared in a flash.

Shangguan Yanwan stared at the inside, lowered her voice and said: "Xiaosheng, let's go, let's go to the meeting to host."

The main hall of Qingquan Temple is resplendent and magnificent, with steep eaves under the two corridors.

As soon as you step into the gate of the hall, you can see the solemn and precious portraits of the holy ancestors of the Sanqing lined up in the center, and the Taishang Laojun leaning on the Qingniu in the back hall.

After Shangguan Yanwan led Maosheng into the second hall, she turned through a side door, which was the presiding Taoist temple.

Entering the door, there are some Yaocao Qihua, green pines and green bamboos on both sides.

Shangguan Yanwan raised her head and looked forward, she was stunned when she saw the two people sitting on the futon in the middle of the hall.

She stood there fixedly, feeling in a trance that she had misread it, and she was in a trance, with a familiar voice wafting in her ears.

"Wanwan, come here, what are you doing standing there?"

Shangguan Yanwan came back from a trance, waved at Yaosheng, and walked a few steps forward alone.

She tried her best to suppress the anger that had not subsided in her heart, and said in a low voice: "National Teacher, Master Yuanhui."

Yun Yifei was a little taken aback when he heard her calling him that, but when he saw the old monk sitting opposite him, he pursed his lips and smiled.

There are outsiders around, but they know a lot about the rules.

Yuan Hui was hale and hearty, her eyes were shining brightly, and her complexion did not look like a 50-year-old monk.

He looked Shangguan Yanwan up and down, and said indifferently: "The benefactor came from a long way, please sit down."

Shangguan Yanwan and Yun Yifei looked at each other, and immediately sat down on the futon beside him, speaking in a melodious voice.

"The national teacher has a lot of opportunities every day, how can he talk about scriptures and Taoism with Master Yuanhui here?"

How could Yun Yifei not be able to guess the anger in her heart, just quietly grabbed her hand behind her, and gave her a stable look.

"Master Yuanhui is the most famous eminent monk in Daduan Dynasty. It is my honor to discuss scriptures and Taoism with him."

When Shangguan Yanwan thought that the monks in Qingquan Temple had colluded with bandits and killed so many innocent lives, the anger in her heart couldn't be suppressed anywhere.

She raised her head and looked at the person sitting opposite her, her voice was full of accusations, quite a bit of accusation.

"Master Yuan Hui's name has been heard in the palace for a long time, and I happened to pass by this place today, so I came here admiring it.

It's just that when I entered the temple, I always felt that the surrounding air was a bit more cloudy, and even the golden light of the Buddha statue was suppressed.

Regarding this point, I am very curious. Could Master Yuanhui explain it?
It is obviously a holy place of Buddhism, a place yearned by thousands of people, why is it so filthy? "

Yun Yifei heard the anger in her words, couldn't help but turned to look at her, and sighed helplessly.

This fiery, forthright, and jealous temperament really can't rub the sand in his eyes.

Master Yuan Hui still sat firmly like a clock, without any change in expression on his face, nor any waves in his voice.

"The benefactor has a faint hostility. I'm afraid he didn't simply pass by? I don't know why the benefactor came here?"

(End of this chapter)