Yuan Ziyan’s promise was worth more than a thousand gold.

With this, even the entire Zhuyinsi will make you three points, let alone the martial arts people outside Zhuyinsi.

This is nothing different from a talisman.

If you don’t look at the monk’s face, you have to look at the Buddha’s face. You have Yuan Ziyan’s backing behind you, and behind you, the Southern King Li Chengkong, who in the world dares to hurt you?

Yuan Ziyan said with a smile: "Just be open-minded, that's all things in the world."

"yes."

"Then we'll leave."

"Yes, I respectfully send His Highness the King of Nan and Master Yuan."

The three of them left the Zhang Mansion and walked a few steps before they saw four monks Zhiyu in an alley.

Yuan Ziyan snorted: "Okay, we have convinced Mr. Zhang to follow me and be able to use the secret technique."

"Amitabha!" Monk Zhiyu thanked him.

Li Chengkong said: "Master, I have a heartless request."

"I can't make the decision about the noble prince." Monk Zhiyu apologized: "I don't know the techniques used by Senior Brother Zhidu."

Li Chengkong smiled and waved his hand: "Master is too worried. I just want to watch the masters perform secret techniques from the side."

"This..." Monk Zhiyu hesitated and looked at the other three.

Monk Zhiming said in a deep voice: "It's okay to look at it."

The core of their secret technique is the power of Buddhism, which is boundless and infinite, and cannot be achieved by ordinary people.

There are no exquisite moves, and I am not afraid of outsiders to watch them.

Li Chengkong smiled and said, "I'll thank you."

Monk Zhiming shook his head: "No matter what, you have helped us, Prince, so as not to use our supernatural powers."

If it weren't for this favor, it wouldn't be so easy to agree. You can't disturb your secret technique, and it may fail if you are disturbed.

Li Chengkong nodded with a smile.

He promised to help this, and the purpose was to see them perform secret techniques.

Yuan Ziyan thought about something and understood Li Chengkong's previous intention, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

It's really a traitor. You can take three steps and count them first.

Zhang Meng had just turned around and wanted to enter the mansion when she saw Li Chengkong and Yuan Ziyan bringing the monk Zhiyu and the others over.

He lowered his face, glared at the monk Zhiyu, and said coldly: "For the sake of His Highness the Southern King and Master Yuan, come on."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, Amitabha!" Monk Zhiming Heshi.

Zhang Meng also sneered: "If it weren't for His Highness, the King of Southern and Master Yuan, I wouldn't care about you, Daming Temple, Xiaoming Temple, let's go!"

He turned around and walked in.

Everyone followed him to the backyard and saw four nurses watching the scenery around a fat white baby under the yard corridor.

The baby was held by one of the beautiful nurses, and the other three were served by the side, changing diapers, wiping saliva at the corner of their mouths, and tucking the corners of their clothes.

Seeing Zhang Meng appearing, they all stood up to greet him.

Zhang Meng waved his hand and looked at his son. The gloom on his face quickly disappeared, and even a smile appeared, and his eyes became softer.

He clapped his hands and attracted the baby's attention.

The fat white boy stared at him curiously with his big black eyes, then stretched out his hands to Zhang Meng.

"Hao Xuan'er." Zhang Meng also smiled and reached out to take him over.

The baby giggled.

The laughter seemed to melt Zhang Meng. He smiled and changed his eyes to the previous gloom.

Yuan Ziyan smiled and said, "Old Zhang, let the young master be so cute."

"Haha, Xuan'er doesn't recognize her child, and she can still remember my smell." Zhang Meng said with a happy smile.

Yuan Ziyan said: "Why don't you see his mother?"

"I got seriously ill..." Zhang Meng sighed: "I am recuperating, it will take a while to take care of the child."

"I'm sick, then I'll see if it can be cured." Yuan Ziyan smiled and said, "I have a little bit of medical skills."

“How does this make?”

"Let's go." Yuan Ziyan smiled and said, "Let them use the secret technique here, let's go and see Mrs. Ling."

"This..." Zhang Meng hesitated.

"There is a master watching here. Are you still afraid that they will hurt the young master?" Yuan Ziyan said with a smile.

"This won't happen." Zhang Meng shook her head.

Li Chengkong smiled.

"Then let's go. If you are here, you will be confused when you care." Yuan Ziyan said.

"...Okay." Zhang Meng also glanced at Monk Zhiming.

Monk Zhiming combines tithes.

Zhang Meng also snorted and turned around and asked Yuan Ziyan to visit his wife in another yard.

Yuan Ziyan saw a beautiful young woman, about thirty years old, who was far younger than Zhang Meng.

It is also a common thing for old couples and young wives. Yuan Ziyan didn't think it was strange. She explored the weak and powerless Mrs. Zhang and sent her to the gurgling vitality.

The pure secret refers to the infusion of power into her body, quickly replenishing her losses and strengthening her original essence.

Yuan Ziyan smiled and let go of her hand, nodded: "I will have another child this time."

Mrs. Zhang's vitality is far more vigorous than ordinary people. She should have practiced a certain secret technique, but it is not a martial arts technique.

Practicing this secret technique is useless for killing and defending yourself, but it can prolong life and make yourself younger.

Zhang Meng can still have a child when she is old. It must be because of this secret technique, which is indeed a rare secret technique.

But she was not curious.

She has seen a lot of this secret technique, but it is useless to practice it. There is no need to practice it. It is simply a waste of time.

Seeing the lady from listlessness, weakness and haggardness to shining brightly, like a withered flower, quickly recovering to blooming, Zhang Meng was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked Yuan Ziyan.

Yuan Ziyan waved her hand: "It's just a simple task, there's nothing to thank for, so let's go back."

"Madam, have a good rest." Zhang Meng didn't want her to know about this, so she patted her on the shoulder: "Sleep for a night, and everything will be fine after waking up."

"Then treat this girl well and thank you very much." Mrs. Zhang lay down.

Zhang Meng was still busy nodding.

The two of them retreated and quickly returned to Li Chengkong and the others. They saw Zhiyu and the other two bowing their heads and reciting Buddhist scriptures together.

The fat white baby was looking at them curiously, and after seeing Zhang Meng back, he stretched out his hands.

Zhang Meng also took it and held it in her arms to look at it. There was nothing unusual, but there was a small red mole on the middle of her eyebrows.

It looks like the size of a sesame, which can be ignored.

"Master Zhang, this mole is used to guard the mind." Monk Zhiyu said warmly: "Stop Senior Brother Zhidu wake up early."

"Stop him waking up early?" Zhang Meng was still stunned.

He always thought that they used secret techniques to ensure that they could wake up memories of their previous lives, so he kept resisting.

Monk Zhiyu nodded gently: "It is to avoid early waking up."

“…Why?”

"If you wake up too early, it will seriously damage your spirit and soul and be detrimental to your practice."

"So that's it." Yuan Ziyan smiled and said, "I'm still young, and I'm afraid I can't bear it if I wake up my memories of my previous life."

“That’s right.”

Zhang Meng suddenly felt much better.

"Master Zhang, I hope to take good care of Mr. Ling." Monk Zhiyu glanced at the fat white baby and said warmly: "He will go through many hardships, and this is the price."

"Um--?"

"There are so many kalpas that you have." Monk Zhiyu said: "There is a cause and a result."

"He is in danger from Xuan'er?" Zhang Meng said in a deep voice.
Chapter completed!