Noticing his gaze, Ye Lingfeng didn't think much and walked inside.

Qin Lie followed and followed the sound of voices to a place.

As soon as he walked over, he saw Congee surrounded by a group of monks, smiling and talking, so the two simply didn't come forward.

Someone noticed them and came over. Ye Lingfeng said that he wanted to offer incense and ask for a memorial tablet, so the young novice took him there.

Hearing the noise, Congee turned around and looked over. When he saw Qin Lie, his eyes lit up. He ran over and hugged him. Then he turned around and showed off to them: "This is my dad!"

So, a group of monks all looked at Qin Lie with curiosity in their eyes.

Yiyun also looked over. He was kind-hearted and kind. He stared at Qin Lie for a while and said with a smile: "This donor has a very good face, and he and Chow Chow are very close to each other as father and daughter."

She thinks so too!

Congee nodded vigorously. If there was no fate, how could her father and the others not go bankrupt when she arrived at the Qin family?

In the final analysis, it’s because of fate!

destined!

She looked happy, which made Yiyun a little funny, but she was actually relieved in her heart.

Seeing that the little girl was doing well, he was relieved. He had no choice but to let her go to the Taoist temple.

Unexpectedly, the Taoist temple could not cope with her lack of money. Fortunately, the little girl was very good-natured.

After chatting for a while, Li Yuanming heard Li Yuanming shouting at the next door for Congee to come back and eat some fruit, urging him, as if he was afraid that Congee would stay here and not go back.

Yiyun was a little funny. He looked at Congee kindly and said, "Go back."

"Yeah." Qunchu jumped down from the chair, hugged him, waved his chubby hand at him, raised his head and said, "Master Abbot, then I'll come and play with you tomorrow."

"Okay." Yiyun nodded with a smile.

Watching the father and daughter leave hand in hand, one has a steady pace, the other is lively, but extremely warm.

Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but laugh.

Hearing the young novice monk say that someone donated 50 million incense money to their temple, he was slightly surprised and said, "Take me to see it."

"Yes." The little novice monk immediately took him to a large hall, where a tall figure was kneeling in front of the Buddha, with his hands clasped together, very pious.

"That's the benefactor." said the little novice monk.

Yiyun nodded, walked over, put his hands together and recited a Buddhist verse, "Amitabha."

Hearing the voice, Ye Lingfeng looked up and stood up slowly, his eyebrows slightly lowered, "Master."

Seeing the lingering sorrow in his brows, Yiyun sighed slightly, he was a miserable man again.

"I just heard that the benefactor donated 50 million yuan for incense. I have troubled the benefactor to spend money."

"Master, you are very polite. I heard that you are an eminent monk. I also want to trouble you to have time to pray and recite sutras for my wife and children so that they can live a better life in the next life."

So that’s it.

Yiyun nodded, "This is what a poor monk should do."

Ye Lingfeng added: "It's also to thank you for taking care of Congee."

"Congee?" Yiyun was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that he also knew Congee, and he was a little curious for a moment.

Ye Lingfeng nodded, "The little girl is very lovable and has helped me many times. Even without these, she is still a very cute little girl."

This is true.

The porridge is really good.

Seeing that he was acquainted with Chuzhou, Yiyun couldn't help but look at him a little more intimately. Seeing that his brows were filled with distress, he couldn't help but said: "Donor, do you have time for a while? Why don't you listen to the poor monk reciting sutras?"

We can talk about the porridge. Speaking of which, I picked up the porridge at the foot of the mountain. It was just after the New Year and it was a snowy day. She only had a thin swaddling clothes on her body with blood stains on it. I was

I thought she wouldn't survive, but she survived."

Looking back on the past, Yiyun felt a little sad.

Seeing the little girl jumping around, he did not regret bringing her back even though the temple later went bankrupt.

Unexpectedly, there was such a thing. Ye Lingfeng frowned slightly. He had always thought that Qi Zhou had been in the Taoist temple since he was a child. So there was such a connection?

Thinking of the little girl, he became interested, nodded and said, "Okay, just wait for me."

With that said, he lit the incense he brought and placed it in front of the two tablets. He bowed again and prayed silently in his heart.

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At this time, as soon as Qi Zhou reached Sanqing Temple, he suddenly felt his head was a little hot.

She paused and reached out to touch it. She couldn't help but feel confused, tilted her head and said "Huh".

Hearing the noise, Qin Lie also looked over and saw smoke coming from Porridge's head. He was a little dumbfounded for a moment. What was going on?

Porridge was also puzzled and said strangely: "Who is offering incense to me?"

Shouldn't it be to offer incense to the Buddha or their ancestors? What should I do for her?

Hearing this, Qin Lie reacted instantly. He remembered the incense Ye Lingfeng had just held. He hesitated and asked, "Porridge, if you add incense to a living person, will your life be shortened?"

Congee shook his head, "That's not possible. It can still have merit."

As she said that, she touched her head and said with a smile: "Never mind, it's a good thing anyway."

She didn't pursue anything. When she heard that Li Yuanming was still calling her, she immediately raised her voice and said, "Here we come." Then she ran inside with her short legs.

Qin Lie was left standing there, thoughtful.

When it was almost dark, Ye Lingfeng came back, and the depression in his brows had dissipated a little.

After looking at him, Qin Lie slowly looked away.

After returning to the mountain, she returned to the territory of Congee. In the afternoon, Qin Xi and the others took her out to play. She did not come back until dark. She had a meal, replenished her strength, and threw herself into Qin Lie's arms.

Nest, fell asleep.

Qin Lie was listening to Li Yuanming and the others talking. He felt that the little girl in his arms was no longer moving. He looked down and hugged her up to make her sleep more comfortable.

Tang Qing also saw it and said, "Let's take Porridge to the room to sleep first."

"Okay." Qin Lie stood up and followed Mu Xuan to the Congee Room. This was his first time here and he took a look inside.

The room was not as neat and tidy as other people's rooms. There were gadgets for children to play with everywhere, and the tables and chairs were all made in mini versions according to her height. He could almost imagine sitting there.

Here is what the symbol looks like.

It can be seen that although Sanqingguan had a hard time before, everyone is very good at porridge.

No wonder Porridge can cultivate such an innocent temperament.

Thinking of this, he also had a better impression of people who practiced Sanqing Guan.

Not to mention porridge, even though Li Yuanming was a little unreliable, he still came to her first when there was something to eat, and she knew it.

Her master and senior brothers were very kind to her.

Returning to his own nest again, Qi Zhou spread out his limbs comfortably, and his little fat feet also moved, relaxing and stretching out, sleeping soundly.

The next day I woke up when I heard the sound of gongs and drums. I remembered something, put on my shoes and ran outside.

Sure enough, there were many people standing in the yard. They were all gongs and drums teams at the foot of the mountain that specialize in red events. They were all dressed in red and very festive.

Congee ran up to Li Yuanming, raised her little face and asked, "Master, are you going to Baiyun Temple?"

"Yes." Li Yuanming was in high spirits on happy occasions. He specially wore the Taoist robe he had just made. He pointed to the plaque with the words "Sanqing Temple" on the side, raised his chin and said seriously: "Your Baiyun Temple's mysterious

Uncle Ling is the most trustworthy. Since Cen Zhiyuan lost Baiyun Temple to you, we should cooperate and accept it, and we cannot let them become people who break their promises."
Chapter completed!