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"There is no contact information, but miss, he said he will come again."

Whereabouts so secretive?

Qing'an was a little strange, but she didn't take it too seriously - she really didn't know any young monks.

The next afternoon, the servant came to report that the monk had come again.

Qing'an was a little curious, adjusted the monitor, looked at it, and found that she really didn't have any impression.

But there are bodyguards and servants at home, a monk, Qing'an didn't worry about what he might make a splash, so she signaled the servant to let him in, and asked what he was going to do.

"Miss Qing'an, long time no see, please stay safe."

Qing'an sat on the sofa, looked at the monk in front of her, she had pretty features, fair complexion, and clear temperament, so she smiled and said, "Little monk, do we know each other?"

In fact, the other party is not younger than Qing'an, but as a monk, he really doesn't look very old.

The other party clasped their palms together as a salute: "Poor monk Qinghe, 14 years ago, when Miss went to Yangon Temple to visit her teacher, I served you tea."

As soon as the other party spoke, Qing'an was startled, and after a closer look, there was a trace of familiarity between her brows, and it wasn't the little monk who led the tea back then.

And it doesn't sound like an ordinary little novice monk, should he be a disciple of the master?

It's just that I don't know if it was a disciple who was accepted later, or if it was already a disciple at that time.

"Are you looking for me?" Qing'an was a little surprised. Although she had been to Yangon Temple, it was all because of Lin Yurui's relationship and had no special connection with the master himself.

His disciple, what did he come to him for?

Qing'an couldn't guess.

"Teacher..." Qing He hesitated, with a struggling look on his face, "Teacher was imprisoned by Mr. Lin Yurui, the temple in Yangon was sealed off, and other monks were either arrested or fled...including me."

He had a sad face: "Master told us to flee separately, and also asked me to bring you a letter. I was very worried about Master, but he said... life and death are fate."

"I know that I came suddenly," Qinghe explained, "Master's life and death are unknown, and his safety is inexplicable. I can't give up no matter what. I have followed Master for many years. Although he didn't say it clearly, I can feel that his turning point should be yours. body, I want to beg you and me to go to Burma and rescue her."

While Qinghe was talking, Qing'an was patient and listened to her quietly.

If it was before the fainting incident happened again, she probably would not have met anyone from Myanmar, but at this time her mentality was different and people were much more peaceful.

"I may not be able to help you." Qing'an sighed, and said after some consideration, "You and the master may not know that Mr. Lin and I have broken up for a long time, but he may not have announced it to the public. Haven't been in touch recently."

The ball doesn't count, Qing'an added in her heart, who knows what Rui went there for.

Qinghe was stunned for a moment, not expecting such a result.

"To be honest, Lin Yurui's personality... If he is determined to use his master, it will be useless for anyone to open his mouth unless he achieves his goal."

Qinghe's face changed slightly, he may not be clear in his heart, but... people are like this, they hold on to a glimmer of hope, and dare not face the most terrifying desperate situation.

"I can try to help you inquire about this matter, maybe I can help you, but I'm afraid I can't do anything else."

That guru gave Qing'an a good feeling, and Qinghe also had a demeanor and elegance. She was more peaceful than before, so she was willing to do her best to help.

Cong Rong: I have allergies, and I still have a headache... Tomorrow I may ask for a day off. If there is no update, don't wait, I will make up on the weekend.