"Amitabha, you're fine." A man in a Buddhist robe with a long hair and fairy-like appearance sat quietly in the bamboo pavilion, looking at the man in black with distant eyes.
Huo Jingchen sat down, automatically selected the black chess, and reached out to Master Wangchen to invite him.
Master Wangchen was not polite to him, so he picked up a white piece and landed it on the chessboard.
The two started playing chess.
"I see that there seems to be a depression between the donor's eyebrows and eyes. I wonder if the donor can tell me one or two?" Master Wangchen put down a white piece and smiled at Huo Jingchen with a calm expression.
Upon hearing this, Huo Jingchen stiffened and pretended to be calm and said, "Why did the master say this? I have no worries about it these days."
"I heard from Junior Brother Zhu An that the donor asked for a marriage sign a few days ago, and it is said that he still won the lottery." Master Wangchen took a sip of tea and looked at Huo Jingchen leisurely.
Sure enough, when Huo Jingchen heard this, he instantly turned black, and his voice seemed to squeeze out from his throat. "Master is really leisurely!"
"I care about you too. After all, I promised the old lady to take good care of you." Master Wangchen smiled slightly, looked at Huo Jingchen, who was obviously indifferent, and couldn't help but remember what Zhu An said before.
A trace of cunning flashed in his eyes.
"Master, don't worry, it's okay." Huo Jingchen took a deep breath and looked at him with a slight smile.
Looking at the familiar eyebrows and eyes in front of him, Master Wangchen sighed quietly and said sadly: "I have grown up safely, and I will not even tell the truth."
Huo Jingchen doesn't take his tricks. After all, he has seen it a lot since he was a child. He has become numb and calm from the beginning of his nervousness and worries. He said lightly: "You have been in seclusion for a long time, and you will tell me this as soon as you leave the seclusion.
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"I just want to know your current situation. Since you refuse to tell me, I'm too lazy to ask." Looking at his stubborn eyebrows, Master Wangchen shook his head in a funny way.
Looking at the green bamboo forest, Master Wangchen was slightly ecstatic. After a long time, he chuckled and lowered his eyes and said softly: "If you get married in the future, remember to tell me and bring her to see me."
"Yes." Huo Jingchen's eyebrows and eyes softened, and his voice was extremely gentle.
Half an hour later, the two ended the battle, and sure enough, Huo Jingchen won again.
Looking at the tragic situation of Bai Zi's defeat in front of him, Master Wangchen twitched, glanced at Huo Jingchen's mercilessness, and pretended to be moved: "Wuyang, you are good at chess skills now! I haven't won chess for a long time."
"Since the master wants to win chess, there are people in the temple who lose chess for you." Huo Jingchen said calmly, without any politeness in his tone.
"Forget it, I won't go. I'm hungry. Let's go for food." Master Wangchen was very discouraged when he saw his cold and hard look, and stood up.
Seeing that he was getting angry at an old child again, Huo Jingchen raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
The two of them then walked out of the bamboo forest and prepared to return to Wangchen's yard for lunch.
At this moment, a noise sounded.
Jingyun stopped the little novice monk who was about to run by and asked, "Little Master, what happened in the temple? Why is it so noisy?"
The little novice monk, who was originally a little angry, saw Master Wangchen and Huo Jingchen beside him, quickly restrained his expression and said respectfully: "I have seen Master Wangchen, General Huo."
"Let me tell me, what happened before?" Master Wangchen waved his hand and urged impatiently.
"Report to the uncle, the pagoda that worshipped the deceased ancestors in front of him caught fire. Now a small hall has been burned, and the disciples are rushing to put out the fire." Xiao Shami replied honestly.
Upon hearing this, Huo Jingchen was shocked and couldn't help but think of the tablet of Jiang Hexi's father and mother. The wind blew under his feet, and there was no one in the blink of an eye.
Jingyun and Bai saw it and hurriedly chased after him.
"Oh, Wuyang, where are you going?" Master Wangchen waved and looked at the yard where there was no sign of people in confusion.
"Uncle Master, my disciples are going to put out the fire, say goodbye."
After saying that, the little shaman ran away quickly, leaving only Master Wangchen who was in the spot for a while was confused, gritted his teeth, and followed.
On this side, Huo Jingchen ran to the pagoda where the enthronement tablets were held, looked at the rolling smoke rising above the pagoda, and rushed in regardless of the danger that it had gradually become a fire.
Jingyun and Bai Daxing, who followed closely, were one step slower and could not stop Huo Jingchen's fleeting figure, so they had to rush in.
Huo Jingchen tightened his mouth and nose with his wide sleeves, and hurriedly searched for the tablets of Jiang's father and mother.
"Master, this place is too dangerous. You go out first, just look for tablets with You Bai." Jingyun grabbed the anxious Huo Jingchen and shouted loudly, covering his mouth and nose.
"Shut up, please help me find it!" Huo Jingchen waved his mind and continued to look for the tablet urgently.
Upon hearing this, Jingyunhe and Bai understood Huo Jingchen's persistence, and became busy.
Huo Jingchen was busy searching for a large wall of tablets, but he felt that it was more difficult than hitting the Beidi general in the vast sea of people. At some point, Jiang Hexi suddenly looked like a pear blossom with rain in his heart, and he became more anxious.
Suddenly, Huo Jingchen saw two black nanmu tablets side by side, and was overjoyed. He immediately picked them up. He was about to turn around and ran away, but found that there was a small tablet lying quietly behind the tablet.
I saw that it was written on it, "Jiang Hexi's Spiritual Position."
Huo Jingchen's pupils tightened and his body was stiff. He looked at the familiar and unfamiliar name in front of him in disbelief.
"Master, have you found it?" Yu Bai, who was originally looking for the tablet seriously, saw Huo Jingchen standing there blankly, and couldn't help but wonder and walked over.
Hearing this, Huo Jingchen came to his senses, quickly put the small tablet into his wide sleeves, hugged the tablet in his arms, and said in a low voice: "I found it, let's go."
"Okay." When Bai Hejingyun heard this, he was overjoyed and hurriedly protected Huo Jingchen and ran out of the pagoda where the fire was spreading.
Looking at the pagoda surrounded by thick blue smoke, Master Wangchen, who was standing at the door, was sweating profusely and kept spinning around. When he thought of Huo Jingchen, whose life and death were uncertain, he couldn't help but turn red.
"Junior brother, don't be sad. The fire is not big. General Huo is also very skilled in martial arts, so there will be no accident." Looking at Wangchen, who was completely unrestrained in front of him, the abbot on the side shook his head helplessly and let go
A soft voice coaxed.
Hearing this, Wangchen's nose felt sore, and he looked at the abbot with tears in his eyes. He pulled his robes and cried and said, "Senior brother, will something happen if you think you are safe? If something happens to him, what kind of face will I have to see after I die.
Lan Xin, let me follow him too."
"Okay, no good luck will be the best person, and there will be no trouble. Senior brother assures you." When the abbot heard this, his throat felt astringent, barely suppressing the sadness hidden in his heart for many years, and hurriedly patted Wangchen's palm.