"You came to me today, not just to listen to my longing, right?"
Seeing Shi Jun and Buddha's son's deep expression on his face, Ye Hao smiled and changed the topic.
Shi Jun Buddha's son suddenly came to his senses. He took a deep breath and then said softly: "We host, I want to see you."
"Host?" Ye Hao was slightly stunned, "You and your teacher can't handle the matter between you Xiao Feng Temple?"
Shi Jun Buddha Son smiled and said, "Mr. Ye, what you said."
"No matter whether we can handle it or not, our host of Xiaofeng Temple, Master Yuanhui, is the lord of Xiaofeng Temple."
"His attitude in the past has always been ambiguous, and today I rarely want to see you, Mr. Ye."
"I, a Buddhist son, can only ask for a meeting with shamelessness..."
......
When Ye Hao met Master Yuanhui, he was still a little surprised.
In his understanding, the host of Xiaofeng Temple should be a master of enlightenment.
But what Ye Hao saw was an ordinary old man.
He was wearing ordinary clothes from the nations outside the border, holding a long bow in his hand, and was bent his bow and shooting arrows.
When the arrow feathers flew out, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground always came from the dense forest in the distance.
With Ye Hao's eyesight, it is naturally easy to see that in addition to goshawks, there are some cats that should be extremely flexible.
From this point of view, we can see that Master Yuanhui, the host of Xiaofeng Temple, is not only strong, but also not the kind of monk who smiles every day as everyone imagines.
Ye Hao did not disturb his daily life, but looked at him with a faint expression.
"Mr. Ye, sorry."
Shi Jun and Buddha's son looked apologetic at this moment.
"What does my host say? Over the years, I didn't like to stay in Xiaofeng Temple. But after I left all the affairs of the temple to me, I came to this hunting ground outside the border to live in seclusion."
"And, if he didn't look for us, we wouldn't be able to find him."
"According to his temperament, he will not pay attention to anyone until the arrow is shot."
Ye Hao smiled, but it was not that big. Instead, he picked up the purple clay teapot on the table and brewed it, without thinking of himself as an outsider at all.
Shi Jun and Buddha son watched this scene but stopped. Ye Hao picked up a purple clay pot, which was the favorite mouthful of his host. He would be furious if he dared to move on weekdays.
But now...
Shijun and Buddha's son observes his eyes and his nose and his heart, just pretend that he has not seen it.
After all, neither of these two people can be offended by themselves.
"Swish--"
Just as Ye Hao picked up the purple clay teapot and started to rush out for the first time to make tea, suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air from afar and near.
An arrow feather arrived in an instant like lightning.
Hearing this sound, Shi Jun and Buddha subconsciously rolled downwards. The movements were standard and the martial arts were superb, but there was inevitably a bit of a scattered dog, and the smell of rolling and crawling inside.
Ye Hao didn't feel anything at all. He just made tea on his own, even pinched the tea cup, shook his head and tasted it.
"beep--"
Before the arrow feather fell to the tea tray, it swayed slightly, just a line away from where Ye Hao was.
The tip of the arrow passed directly through the Wujinshi Tea Platform and entered the stone three points.
Ye Hao was too lazy to see it, but sighed and said lightly: "Xiaofeng Temple is really rich. The tea table worth hundreds of thousands is destroyed and it will be ruined if it is destroyed. It is a waste of resources..."