Be Good Chapter 2447: Alien reincarnation is difficult and difficult

"Huh?"

Unable to understand the meaning of his princess's words, You Zhu is full of strangeness, thinking of that little monk's bald head, how is it unusual?

Without explaining too much, Ying entered the meditation room calmly, and glanced at the closed door of the east wing inadvertently.

I wanted to hide in peace, but I didn't expect that it couldn't be quiet even hundreds of miles away.

Ying Xinqin's originally soothing smile disappeared without a trace in an instant.

In the east wing.

An old monk with a white beard and a young man in a black robe embroidered with phoenix patterns sat opposite each other, with a white jade chessboard between them.

"Is it her?" The man's slender fingers held a sunspot, and it landed lightly on the chessboard, making a crisp sound.

The old monk's expression was calm, like a Buddha statue without a soul, only when he squeezed Baizi, his eyeballs rolled, and his voice was distant and hollow, "Difficult, difficult, reincarnated from a different star, difficult."

The man listened to the old monk's nonsensical answer with plain eyes, and continued, "The master just needs to tell Gu whether it is true or not."

"Buddha said, you can't say it. Sure enough, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. I am really old."

"The benefactor should not stay here, otherwise there will be a **** disaster."

After the old monk finished speaking, he stood up, slipped off his cassock, raised his arms lightly, and bowed to the Buddha, "Amitabha, I bid farewell."

When the old monk left, the Xuanyi guard next to the man was puzzled, "Did Master Xuanzong curse you, how could you have a **** disaster?"

Their Highnesses are blessed by destiny, there is only good luck and no bad luck, how could this **** disaster happen to their Highnesses.

The noble man in black robe threw the chess pieces he was playing into the chess box, "It's just her."

After a quiet day at Qianma Temple.

Ying Xinqin finally regained his energy and was ready to go for a stroll.

After all, in the Holy Land of Buddhism, Ying Xinqin changed into a plain brocade skirt with a sable cape and a thick layer of rabbit fur on the brim of the hat, which is fluffy and warm yet delicate.

Winter has completely entered, and Qianma Temple is on the top of the mountain. Compared with Pingcheng, it is even colder.

As soon as Ying Xinqin went out, the cold wind blew, and he became more awake.

From the corner of the eye, he casually glanced at the East Wing, "Is there any movement in the East Wing these days?"

Zizhu supported her princess, and said in a low voice, "A few days ago, I saw people coming in and out. Since yesterday, I haven't seen anyone anymore, probably left."

"Most of the people who come to Qianma Temple at this time are for the Dharma Conference next month. We have to leave before the conference starts?" Ying Xinqin thought it was not that simple.

"I don't know."

"Forget it, I'll run into that little master later and ask, after all, we live in the same courtyard." Ying Xinqin was thoughtful, and his eyes touched a plum tree in bloom in the courtyard, swaggering in the wind, letting The small courtyard has a bit of chilly fragrance.

This fragrance vaguely reminded Ying Xinqin of Xie Yun's smell.

It is also the cold fragrance of plum blossoms. He is clearly a person with a violent temper, but his body has a very different cold fragrance.

Ying Xinqin stared at the plum blossoms on the branch, and he took a long time to look away, his pupils were clear, "Let's go, let's go to the Buddhist temple."

Compared to the tranquility of the small courtyard, the more you go to the front hall, the more lively it is, full of incense.

Many high-ranking officials and ordinary people knelt in front of the big incense burner outside the hall, offering incense and praying devoutly.

There are monks holding incense candles on both sides, which are exclusively used by Buddhist pilgrims,