Li Chengkong coughed lightly and said, "Master Zhiyu, I have something to ask about."

The three middle-aged monks looked at Li Chengkong and Yuan Ziyan curiously.

There are no female disciples in Daming Temple, and women are not allowed to enter, and no women have come close for so many years.

This time there was such a beautiful woman.

Although the red pink is like a skeleton, they still couldn't help but straighten their bodies and their attitude became gentle.

But Li Chengkong was calm.

"Please say it, Mr. Li."

"When will Master Zhidu wake up memories of his past life?"

"Eighteen years later."

“So long?”

"If you wake up now, it may cause irreversible trauma." Monk Zhiyu shook his head gently.

Li Chengkong smiled and said, "It cannot achieve the purpose of refining the mind, it is also contrary to your reincarnation method?"

"Amitabha!" Monk Zhiyu Heshi.

Three middle-aged monks looked at Li Chengkong.

They didn't show any expressions, they couldn't see any strangeness, but they couldn't hide their surprise in their hearts.

Who is this?

How do you know the mystery of Daming Temple’s mental method?

Daming Temple has never been a worldly person. People only know Daming Temple, but they no longer know what Daming Temple is practicing.

Li Chengkong nodded and smiled, "It seems we're in vain."

"Zhi Yu, you monk is so hateful!" Yuan Ziyan was immediately angry.

It’s the same as coming together or not coming together. At this time, Monk Zhidu had no memory of his previous life at all.

Since that's the case, why bother to find this wisdom?

The monk Zhiyu smiled.

Yuan Ziyan's bright eyes flashed with cold light, and Wuming's karma was in great heat.

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Li Chengkong coughed lightly: "Master Zhiyu, you must use the secret technique now to ensure that Master Zhidu wakes up his memories of his previous life at the age of eighteen?"

"...It's right." Monk Zhiyu was asked directly by him, unable to dodge the situation, so he could only answer directly.

Li Chengkong said: "So, I will help you with your help so that you don't have to use your magical powers."

Wise and foolish were surprised.

The three middle-aged monks were also surprised.

They didn't expect Li Chengkong to say this. They thought they were watching the fun, but they didn't expect they wanted to help.

Li Chengkong smiled and said, "No matter what the intention is, Master Zhidu is, after all, he is kind to the child, so I naturally cannot stand by and watch."

"I haven't asked the donor's name yet." Monk Zhiyu Heshi.

"My master, Nainan King Li Chengkong." Yuan Ziyan smiled and said, "I guess I have heard of Daming Temple, right?"

All four shook their heads and showed a confused look.

"I didn't expect the donor to be a rich man." Monk Zhiyu sighed.

No wonder I was anxious, I didn’t want my son to enter Buddhism to practice.

For normal people, joining Daming Temple is an unattainable dream. It is not that they don’t want to join, but that Daming Temple does not accept it.

When accepting disciples in Daming Temple, it is important to have a destiny method. People who are not destined to be allowed to enter Daming Temple.

After all, the reincarnation of the disciples of Daming Temple are almost immortal. Who is not afraid of death?

As the King of Southern, of course, he didn't want his son to enter Daming Temple.

The monk Zhiyu said again: "But the donor should know that being able to enter my Daming Temple is an opportunity and a good fortune. There are many princes, but there are very few disciples in Daming Temple."

"You monk, you are too proud." Yuan Ziyan said angrily: "You want to say that my prince is not as good as your disciples of Daming Temple, right?"

"This is just a worldly enjoyment, like a floating cloud, gathering and dispersing without support." The monk Zhiyu said slowly and seriously: "But the disciples of my temple always follow the law. I believe the two donors can tell which one is more important."

"Hey, you monk!" Yuan Ziyan was coquettish.

Monk Zhiyu said, "The donor will not have only one son, you don't have to inherit the throne, right?"

Li Chengkong nodded.

Yuan Ziyan snorted, "There is only this little prince."

"The donor is still young..."

"What do you mean?" Yuan Ziyan interrupted him and snorted, "It means to ask the master to give up the little prince and give birth to another one, right?"

"Amitabha!"

"You monk is really vicious!" Yuan Ziyan said angrily: "Why should the little prince be a monk in Daming Temple? He guards the green lamp and recites Buddhist scriptures? This is not a life for people!"

"Female donor!" Monk Zhiyu raised his long eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Be careful of your words!"

"Am I wrong?" Yuan Ziyan snorted: "Why are you careful? Do you really think it's better to be a monk?"

"Glory and wealth are like a dream, but they are just smoke and clouds after all." Monk Zhiyu said in a deep voice: "Only the true nature is true."

"Hmph, my master is the leader of the Qinglian Holy Sect." Yuan Ziyan said angrily: "Return to Yanyun?"

"Qinglian Holy Sect?" Monk Zhiyu was slightly stunned.

The other three monks were also stunned.

They had never heard of the Southern Prince's Mansion, nor Li Chengkong, but they knew the Qinglian Holy Sect.

What they pursue is to become a Buddha, reincarnate and practice, and the Qinglian Holy Sect is also a similar reincarnation.

Therefore, they have long heard of the Qinglian Holy Sect and have also learned about it. After all, they gave up because of the Qinglian Holy Sect.

Unexpectedly, the leader of the Qinglian Holy Sect actually appeared in front of him.

Li Chengkong smiled: "I can help you with your help and let Mr. Zhang agree to you to use the secret technique."

"I don't know how the prince does it?" Monk Zhiyu pondered: "It's not appropriate to force it."

Li Chengkong smiled and said, "I will convince them... Ziyan."

"Yes, Master." Yuan Ziyan's bright eyes lit up and she waved her jade hands and said, "Monk, go and leave it to us!"

"...I'm working on the two donors." Monk Zhiyu finally stepped back.

Yuan Ziyan and Li Chengkong left lightly.

"Senior Brother Zhiyu..."

"Let's see this Prince Nan."

"Senior Brother Zhidu..." Monk Zhiming was a little worried.

Logically speaking, the news of the same sect cannot be revealed, so as not to be harmed by external demons, even if these two people are trustworthy.

But at this point, things have lost control and they cannot keep secrets.

——

"It's you two again!" Two middle-aged guards stepped forward and blocked Li Chengkong and Yuan Ziyan.

Yuan Ziyan's eyes were like water, and she chuckled and said, "Go ahead and spread it. I am Yuan Ziyan, the Zhuyinsi, and I have something to discuss with you."

"...Wait." The two middle-aged guards' faces changed slightly. They took a step back and turned around and opened the side door and went in.

The other pressed the hilt of the sword and his whole body was tight.

Yuan Ziyan chuckled: "I really want to take action, can you stop it?"

"No!" the middle-aged guard replied happily.

Yuan Ziyan snorted: "Since that's the case, I'm still so nervous, just put my heart in my stomach."

"I don't know if Master Yuan is here..."

"This is not what you should ask."

"Yes, I was rash." The middle-aged guard said hurriedly.

He suddenly realized that he was panicked and lost his composure. He really shouldn't be talking too much.

A moment later, the door opened and an old man strode out, but his hair was gray and his appearance was clear.

Yuan Ziyan turned her head and looked at Li Chengkong: "Master, are you right? This Mr. Zhang just had a child?"

"It's my husband Zhang Menghuan." The old man laughed and said, "Does Master Yuan think that I'm too old, so I can't have another child?"

Yuan Ziyan looked at his eyes thoughtfully and shook his head: "We have never seen it before."

As she has a stronger spirit, her memory has become better and better. Once she has seen it, even if she cannot remember it clearly, she will have an impression and feel familiar.
Chapter completed!