The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

On the other side, Yanjiu didn't bother to pay attention to the "cats" who were whispering. He and Shen Shi'an sat next to the programmer on the left and right.

Watching programmers invade Cihang Temple's personnel system.

I looked at the photos one by one, including photos of abbots and ascetics.

Even so, no young man wearing a jacket was found.

Yan Jiu looked at Shen Shi'an in embarrassment: "Senior brother, why don't you draw a picture of what that person looks like?"

"Yeah!" As he said this, Shen Shi'an rolled up his sleeves, his face full of confidence. He spread out the paper and held a sketch pencil in his hand, as steady as a rock.

Shang Jing also came closer. He rested his chin on Yanjiu's shoulder, put his arms around Yanjiu's waist, and watched Shen Shi'an draw with his pen.

Yan Jiu struggled perfunctorily twice, but without struggling away, he allowed Shang Jing to do something to him.

After a while, Yanjiu frowned, and Shang Jing's face was full of disbelief.

Yanjiu: "Wait, senior brother, what you drew is... a dinosaur?"

Shen Shi'an was confused: "He is obviously a human being."

The inkstone is used to support the forehead.

After a while, Yanjiu recovered from the "dinosaur's" blow. Then, he pushed Shang Jing and the programmer out:

"Sorry, we have an internal meeting here, so we won't entertain you today."

Before leaving, Shang Jing turned around and raised Yanjiu's chin with his index finger: "I did you a favor anyway. Our company is ranked among the best hackers in the world. Tell me, how can you thank me?"

Yanjiu said perfunctorily: "I'm shy today. I'll kiss you another day when there's no one around."

Shang Jing was very satisfied: "Okay."

Programmer: "..." This is not something a shy person would say.

……

Not long after Shang Jing left, Yanjiu started wrapping a scarf around his neck.

Since Shen Shi'an had a normal schedule, he was already sleepy at this time. Rubbing his eyes, Shen Shi'an said in confusion:

"Yanjiu, what are you doing?"

Yanjiu: "Go to Xiangzhao Bookstore. There are some books about Cihang Temple in the bookstore.

What you can’t find online may not necessarily be found in books. "

Shen Shian had fallen asleep on the sofa, but was still dragged away by Yanjiu.

Shen Shian was dissatisfied and shouted: "Yanjiu, be a human being. Your senior brother is a lot older. I have been squatting on the tree for two days. Please let me slow down."

Yan Jiu was full of flattery: "Senior brother, you are so young and beautiful. It is the time when you are strong and strong. Why do you need to slow down?"

Shen Shi'an was told by Yanjiu that he didn't know what to do from east to west, north to south, and was dragged to the study room in a daze.

Xiangzhao Bookstore, with the "Closed" sign hanging up, kept away the gods and ghosts.

Yanjiu walked to the bookshelf under everyone's puzzled gaze, picked through it, and picked out a basket of books.

"Come, Qing'an, look at these Cihang past events to see if there is anything strange, especially those related to Kunlun.

Luan Qiu, look at this, which forces Cihang is involved with.

Senior brother, let me give you these books on stick skills.

If you see anything strange, you can write it down in a notebook.

Dabai makes breakfast.

Erbai..."

Yanjiu looked up at the fox on the roof who was holding a tablet computer and smiling stupidly. He could only mutter helplessly:

"Forget it, Erbai, just follow the drama."

Luan Qiu had the courage to fight against evil forces. He asked Yan Jiu:

"You let us work, then what do you do yourself?"

Yanjiu yawned: "I'm going to tell fortunes." As he spoke, Yanjiu sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, and his face was unfathomable.

Luan Qiu: "???" Fortune telling looks so complicated.

Dabai sighed: "Yanjiu fell asleep again."

……

Yanjiu was woken up by Shen Shian's whirring sound.

"Yanjiu, Yanjiu, I saw the man in the jacket in the book."

Yanjiu suddenly opened his eyes and his voice was solemn:

"In books? The books I picked out...are at least a hundred years old."

Shen Shi'an affirmed: "I absolutely did not admit my mistake, it's just that the person in the book has no hair, he is just a monk."

As he spoke, Shen Shian pointed out the person in the book to Yanjiu: "That's him."

Looking at the person in the book, Yanjiu had no expression on his face and did not move for a long time.

On the yellowed page, thin lines outline the appearance of a monk.

He has no hair on his head, wears a white cassock, has a handsome face, and speaks informally.

His lips were pursed slightly, looking a little stubborn.

Yanjiu narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered to himself: "It's him..."

Shen Shian asked: "Who?"

Yanjiu: "I've seen this guy before. The first time I saw him, he was feeding stray cats."

As he spoke, Yanjiu took out his phone and rummaged through it for a moment, then showed the photos to Shen Shian:

"Is that him you saw?"

The photo should be one of Yan Yang's charity gala.

Nan He was present on behalf of his family, and there was a young man standing behind him. The young man was wearing a black suit.

Silent and existing like a background board, it is easy to be ignored.

Shen Shi'an was particularly excited now: "Yes, that's him I saw."

Yanjiu: "..." The person in the photo is Nanhe Assistant Beiyao, and the person in the book is...?

Yanjiu picked up the book again and looked through it carefully.

It should be a martial arts teaching manual from Cihang Temple. Beiyao was drawn in the book as an example of movements.

There are only a few pages, and it is not particularly prominent in the whole book, just like Beiyao's low-key personality.

None of this is important. What is important is that this book belongs to Cihang's "ancient book".

It was written when the temple was first built, which must be a thousand years ago.

Is the person in the book Beiyao? Or is there someone else?

What is the concept of a thousand years? If it takes a thousand years...will it still be a human being?

Yanjiu was a little confused. Now he needed someone to go to Cihang Temple.

But obviously he is not that suitable for public appearances.

Yanjiu stood there and stretched: "It's time to relax. That's it for today. Everyone is sleepy. Let's go back to sleep."

Everyone: "..." It was clearly Yanjiu who wanted to sleep, and they were in the mood for gossip.

But Yanjiu made a phone call before going to bed... The next day, Gu Qizhou was disturbed by Yanjiu and went down the mountain.

Yanjiu: "Senior brother, you are fine."

Gu Qizhou smiled and put down the remaining half bottle of Sprite: "If you don't look for me, I will be fine. If you look for me, I will have a headache and heartache."

Yanjiu poured a cup of tea for Gu Qizhou, and said respectfully:

"Senior Brother Qizhou, please don't feel the pain first. I want you to go to Cihang tomorrow.

It will hurt you again when you come back..."