On this day, when Zhu Yinglong closed his eyes and rested, he suddenly realized that he had been in Kaifeng for almost half a year. It seemed that he had not been familiar with Kaifeng City yet. He couldn't help but have the idea of ​​going around the city in a slight manner. By the way, he could not be the boss of his four stores.

As a result, he didn't want to tell anyone that he would not be able to leave at all, so he quietly found Xiong Hu. He was selfish. First, he wanted to walk alone with Xiong Hu. After returning from Liaodong, Xiong Hu was very cold to him. He wanted to untie the knot in Xiong Hu's heart. Second, Xiong Hu was full of martial arts and could protect himself when he encountered danger. Originally, he was a big man who was shy to say this idea, but in order to let Xiong Hu go out with him, he had to say it out. Although Xiong Hu agreed, he still left a note for his father. If something happened, he could find them at any time. Then he changed into a set of men's clothing and quietly left the villa with Zhu Yinglong and came to Kaifeng City.

As the weather is approaching midsummer and the weather is hot, Xiong Hu wore a thicker dress to hide her dress as a man, and wrapped herself tightly. She walked out of the carriage from the south gate, and then she felt sweaty when she arrived at Baogong Lake. She was angry in her heart why she believed his nonsense and ran out secretly with him. She was really suffering from life and couldn't help but feel resentful.

Zhu Yinglong is different. He is a man, just wearing a light silk dress and doesn't need to cover up anything. Although the sun is like fire, it is much more comfortable than Xiong Hu. There is no greenhouse effect in this time and space. The maximum temperature under the sun is only 30 degrees, and it feels much better than that of his original time and space.

As he walked, he walked to Daxiangguo Temple. This is a famous scenic spot and a historical site. He had to go in. It turned out that he would have to pay for tickets when he went in at that time. Seeing Xiong Hu standing in the shade of trees from afar, Zhu Yinglong felt strange. He ran over, took Xiong Hu's hand and walked towards Daxiangguo Temple. Fortunately, there were few people entering the incense at this time, otherwise he would have seen a big man holding a big man's hand and walking into Xiangguo Temple, especially the handsome and handsome behind him. It would be strange if he didn't surprise him if he did such dirty things in such a open, solemn and solemn temple!

Zhu Yinglong didn't notice anything wrong with doing this. He just felt that Xiong Hu's tender hands were extremely smooth in his hands, and he was reluctant to let go of it anymore.

Xiong Hu wanted to break free, but Zhu Yinglong used his strength. With his identity, Xiong Hu did not dare to use too much force, for fear of hurting him, so he had to lower his head and let him pull him to the Putuo Palace.

Daxiangguo Temple has been incense since its construction. It was also named a royal temple in the Song Dynasty. There were as many as 3,000 monks in the temple. Although it declined during the Jin, Yuan and Ming dynasties, it was still the first Buddhist temple in Kaifeng City. Looking at the majestic and magnificent Putuo Hall, the devout people kneeling on the cushion. The temple was filled with smoke and came with the monks' Sanskrit singing.

Zhu Yinglong stood at the gate of Putuo Hall, hesitating in his heart whether he should go in, and unconsciously let go of Xiong Hu's hand.

"Amitabha, donor, are you here to incense?" A middle-aged monk in gray monk's robe stood in front of Zhu Yinglong and asked.

Xiong Hu also felt strange. He pulled himself in so anxiously just now, why did he stop at the entrance of the hall and his expression became so serious?

"Master, what is Buddha?" Zhu Yinglong suddenly put his hands together and asked the middle-aged monk in gray solemnly.

The middle-aged monk in gray never thought that a man who seemed to be a rich young man would ask such a very profound Buddhist problem. He was stunned for a moment, and Daili didn't know how to reply on the spot.

Zhu Yinglong smiled slightly, pulled Xiong Hu, who was inexplicably , and turned around and was about to leave.

"Amitabha, donor, please stay!" Just as Zhu Yinglong turned around, a long "Buddha's name" took back his steps.

An old monk in his seventies wearing a red gold robe stood behind him. Zhu Yinglong smiled slightly and walked up to greet him and said, "The abbot of the presidency is polite. I'm really sorry for offending this master just now."

The old monk smiled faintly and said, "The little donor is from heaven. I am silent. I am so lucky to see you today."

"Oh, what does this mean?" Zhu Yinglong was shocked. He was the only one who knew his origin. The old monk in front of him seemed to have revealed his origin. Is there really something about ghosts and gods in the world? If so, wouldn't the fate be settled, and why do you need to fight for your own life?"

"Can the little donor come to the old monk's room to serve tea?" the old abbot invited with a smile.

"I'll thank you Abbot Kuji for this!" Zhu Yinglong thought for a while and said.

"This female donor, I have a few words to talk to the little donor alone. You can let the monk accompany you around." Abbot Kuji said to Xiong Hu.

Xiong Hu looked at Zhu Yinglong, and in addition to asking questions, she had a little more concern. She was responsible for his safety. Zhu Yinglong also thought that the fewer people knew about what he had talked to Abbot Kuji today, the better, so he nodded slightly at Xiong Hu.

"Please ask for it!" Old Abbot Kuji ordered the middle-aged monk just now, and then led the road ahead.

Sitting in the bitter and silent Zen room, the little novice monk presented fragrant tea. Zhu Yinglong took a sip. It was extremely bitter, but when the tea flowed to his throat, the tongue juice produced saliva, and a hint of sweetness suddenly appeared. Zhu Yinglong was shocked and blurted out, saying, "Good tea!"

The old abbot Kuji smiled slightly and said, "This is just ordinary tea, you can buy a pound of more than a dozen copper plates."

"Why is this tea so delicious?" Zhu Yinglong asked in surprise.

"Because the little donor think it tastes good." The old abbot still looked at him with a smile.

"Oh, haha, I understand. The old abbot is indeed exquisite in Buddhism, and I admire it." Zhu Yinglong instantly understood that the old monk Kuji had already answered the question "What is Buddha?". The answer was this cup of tea. It must be said that the old abbot was a little bit unsimplistic.

Zhu Yinglong put down the teacup and asked, "Master Abbot said just now that the boy is from the sky, I don't understand what it means?"

Abbot Kuji smiled faintly, and Heshi replied: "I have already leaked the secrets of heaven. There is no difference between saying or not. The little donor comes over."

Zhu Yinglong held his ears over, and Ku Ji told Zhu Yinglong the origin of him that was right. Zhu Yinglong was shocked and sweated coldly.

"How did Master Abbot know this? Don't you know how many people will die after your words? Especially a monk like you, abbot." Zhu Yinglong kept struggling in his heart. What should he do if anyone could know his true origin?

Abbot Kuji nodded and said, "I know, but I can help the little donor integrate spiritual and physical body. Even the gods of Daluo will not be able to see your origin."

"Master Abbot, do you have such ability?" Zhu Yinglong said in surprise.

"Don't the little donor believe me?" said Abbot Kuji.

Zhu Yinglong nodded slowly.

Abbot Kuji smiled and said, "I leaked my secrets. Even if I don't help you, the little donor, you will pass away in three days. If the little donor doesn't believe it, you can stay in Xiangguo Temple and wait for the old guy to pass away before leaving."

"Can I believe Master Abbot?" Zhu Yinglong knew that this was a huge gambling, and the thing he was most worried about happened. Since he could attach his soul to Zhu Youjian in this time and space, he couldn't help but believe in the matter of ghosts and gods. Especially a monk who had never known each other suddenly revealed his identity and believed it even more deeply.

"Amitabha, if the little donor doesn't believe it, I will have to tell the world about both body and spirit." Ku Ji said very firmly.

"It seems that I can only believe in this way?" Zhu Yinglong's face suddenly appeared murderous intent. Being threatened is not a happy thing. If this matter is entangled with him all his life, he may go crazy.

A golden light suddenly appeared all over his body, and then a golden light suddenly shot from his eyebrows to his forehead. It flashed and Zhu Yinglong didn't feel any discomfort, but Abbot Ku Ji seemed to have used all his strength and grew older.

"Do you believe me?"

"I know that even if I don't tell you today, you will know that someone can see through your identity one day. At that time, life will be in trouble and the people will suffer. So for the sake of the people of the world, I will bet this time and there will be no chance to see it in the future." Kujiu said intermittently.

"That golden light just now?"

"At that time, I was united with your spirit and flesh. From then on, anyone can only count your current identity."

"What about the person I am now?"

"I don't know, I don't have the ability to calculate it anymore."

Three days later, the abbot of Daxiangguo Temple passed away in Putuo Hall at the age of 113. At the same time, Zhu Yinglong also learned about his identity. He was actually a descendant of the Zhu family. His ominous appearance was, but he was once a complete gambler. Later, he suddenly realized that his family had lost all his wealth and became a monk at Daxiangguo Temple.

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