Xiuyuan had a meal with his family early in the morning, and the restored Wang and Mo Chou sat next to him. Maochun went out to do business early in the morning, so the three people at the dining table seemed a little deserted.

Wang put down his chopsticks and looked at his son, "Xuyuan, yesterday I discussed your marriage with your father and Mochou. I have been dragging it before, but now fortunately there is nothing to do at home, so let's do it as soon as possible."

The sudden sentence from my mother made Xiuyuan completely stunned, and his hand holding the porridge bowl froze for a moment.

Mochou looked at Wang, and then looked at Xiu Yuan's shocked expression. Her face, which had already been filled with joy, suddenly stopped.

Xiuyuan slowly put down the bowl and still lowered his head. Wang looked at his son, "What's wrong with Xiuyuan?"

Xiu Yuan raised his head and pursed his lips, "I-I'm not ready yet, and Mochou was not in good health a while ago. I think we all need time to take a good rest."

"Marriage is a big deal, it's not careless, let's listen to the cultivation of fate." Mo Chou then put down the bowl, "Madam, I'll eat it, let's go back first."

Wang watched Mochou leave, and then looked at her son. Xiuyuan had no expression, only staring at the tip of her hand.

Wang seemed to notice the most subtle changes in the two children. She rubbed her slightly painful forehead, "Xuyuan, are there anything you and Mochou have to do?"

Xiuyuan raised her up and looked at her mother's worried look, and smiled faintly, "No, we are fine."

Wang did not believe her son's words, so she immediately put down her bowls and chopsticks, "You go and see Mochou."

When Xiuyuan walked to the door of Mochou's room, the door was tightly closed. Xiuyuan was about to knock on the door and stopped in the air.

He didn't know what to say, so Xiuyuan, who had paused in front of the door for a while, turned around and chose to leave.

Mochou looked through the window at Xiuyuan's thin back. Her hands, which were holding her body, suddenly became soft and she slid on the chair.

Xiuyuan felt a sense of oppression and depression, so he walked on the street. He was walking, and he heard the rapid footsteps not far away and ran towards him. Xiuyuan turned around and saw three or two big men chasing a teenager in his teenage years. The young man ran towards him, his eyes full of desire for help. Xiuyuan gave up. The young man passed by him with a storm of wind. Through that moment, the young man glanced at Xiuyuan. This was the corner of the street. The young man suddenly saw a big basket piled up on one side. He ran over and got into the frame and covered himself with the top big basket.

Next was the big man chasing him. They could not see the young man. They were wonderingly seeing Xiu Yuan beside him, and then asked, "Boy, have you seen a young man running over here!"

The man's tone was surprisingly bad. Xiuyuan blinked his eyes and pointed to the side casually, "I'm going there."

The great men ran towards the place where Xiuyuan pointed without saying a word.

When they ran away, the boy showed his head and looked at Xiuyuan. Xiuyuan smiled at him and then walked away.

"Young Master." The young man called Xiuyuan.

Xiuyuan was about to leave, and then he turned around and looked at the boy.

It was a tender face, with bright and dark eyes potentially round face. He bent his mouth and looked at Xiuyuan, smiling kindly at him.

"Thank you, young master."

Xiuyuan nodded, smiled gently, and then left.

Xiuyuan continued to walk forward and felt that someone was looking at him. He turned his head and saw an old man sitting in a corner, shaking a broken palm fan and looking at him peacefully.

It was obvious that the other party was looking at him, and Xiuyuan nodded immediately. The old man still looked at him with a smile. Xiuyuan walked forward a few steps, suddenly felt something strange, and then turned around.

Something strange happened, and the old man disappeared.

Xiuyuan looked around and saw no trace of the old man. He turned around and continued his own way. He felt that the people he met were strange.

Not far away, behind Xiuyuan's journey further and further away, the old man appeared again, and the young man appeared together.

"I like him very much." The boy smiled sweetly at the old man. The weather was slightly cool, but the old man shook his palm-leaf fan. It seemed far-fetched, but it was actually his habit.

The old man stroked his beard and laughed, "I really didn't expect the dragon-subduing Arhat to be reincarnated into such a beautiful boy in this life."

"It looks so gentle and kind, not like him at all."

"How do you think you are like him?" the old man looked at the boy.

"It's like him as old and unfair as you." The boy squinted his eyes and said jokingly.

The old man stared at his eyes and looked angry, "You kid, hate it."

The boy stuck out his tongue, "How do we evoke the memory of the Arhat?"

The old man was thinking for a long time, "Not in a hurry, the arhat has some demonic aura, and we still have a lot of things to do before we awaken his memory."

The boy wrapped his chest around his chest, "The evil spirit? What evil spirit, why can't I feel it?"

"You are too shallow in your Taoism, so you can't feel it."

The boy nodded as if he understood, and the two gradually disappeared from the street corner.

On the Tiantai Mountain

Keba walked up the mountain with the things given to him by his master. Along the way, Xiaozhi was sitting on the tree bored. When she saw Keba coming, she couldn't help but notice.

I have heard the description of him, living with Luo Yan, and being a monk from the Western Regions with profound knowledge.

Keba walked along the way and recalled what the master told her just now that this thing must be kept well, and it will have different effects when it falls into the hands of different people.

Xiaozhi jumped out of the tree and greeted him, "Keba."

"Miss Xiaozhi." Keba was stunned when he saw her, "Why are you here?"

"I'll come out to get some air, and I'm suffocated in the cave." Xiaozhi saw that he was carrying such a thing, "What are you holding?"

Just as Keba was about to say something, he suddenly remembered what the master said, "Oh nothing, by the way, have you seen Luo Yan?"

Xiaozhi has deliberately avoided Luo Yan these days. Since she encountered that scene, Xiaozhi felt sore from time to time. When she thought of Luo Yan, she shook her head, "No, aren't you with him every day?"

Keba scratched his head, "In fact, I didn't come back yesterday."

Koshi nodded, the box in Keba's hand glowed with a faint strange light, although during the day, even though Keba wrapped the box in cloth, she couldn't help but notice the box again.

When Keba saw Xiaozhi's eyes, he avoided guiltily for a moment and couldn't help but tuck the box behind him.

Xiaozhi smiled slightly, "I'll leave first."

Keba then left the place with relief. Xiaozhi walked down the mountain. When she turned around and looked at Keba's back, she felt very strange and couldn't help but start to be curious.

Keba returned to the cave and saw Luo Yan lying on the stone bed with his legs raised, hanging a bunch of grapes in his hand and enjoying it leisurely.

"Hey, are you back?" Luo Yan saw Keba, turned around and sat up, "Whether to eat grapes or not, it's very fresh."

Keba shook his head, "No," and said, putting the box on his bed.

"What is this?" Luo Yan looked at Keba.
Chapter completed!