The young monk has returned to secular life

The return gift that Mu Yunqing thought of was the Zifu wine that Zhao Yun brought.

This is fairy wine brewed from purple spirit fruit. Although it has a relatively high water content, it can already get rid of all kinds of diseases for ordinary people.

At that time, Zhao Yun brought a jar and originally planned to drink it all, but in the end he left half the jar for Yizhen.

Yizhen divided the half jug of wine into five parts, one part was given to Duke Mu, one part was reserved for Monk Zhizun, and the remaining three parts were planned to be left to future generations to "taste the immortality."

Now that Li Wanjun had left behind the Ten Thousand Years Snow Hag and the Lixiang Sacred Wooden Teapot, she felt that it would be a good idea to give them a piece of Zifu Wine in return.

Having made up his mind, Mu Yunqing no longer hesitated.

“If that’s the case, then I’d rather be respectful than obey.

When the prince returns to Jinzhou, I will prepare a small gift to bring to Uncle Li. "

Mu Yunqing said it was a small gift, so Li Wanjun naturally couldn't refuse, so he agreed with a smile.

Next, Li Wanjun lived in Mu Guogong's Mansion, and Huangshan lived in the General's Mansion.

Time flies by.

Three days later, Wei Zhong came to visit again.

The new emperor did not give any discount and fully agreed to Mu Yunqing's conditions.

Mu Yunqing was confused, but he couldn't embarrass Wei Zhong anymore.

Wei Zhong took back his Funiu needle and left Xinzhou with Kang Youzhen.

What they didn't know was that just when Wei Zhong left Xinzhou, three uninvited guests had quietly entered Xinzhou.

That night, Xinzhou Liefang Pavilion.

A man in black entered Mo Youdao's room quietly.

After observing the room for a while, he retreated silently.

Fourth watch.

A fierce battle broke out in the sky above Wuzhou Mountain, but it only lasted for half a stick of incense and then there was no more movement.

The next day, early morning.

Yizhen and Mu Yunqing listened to Qingmei's chirping for a long time before they realized that the direction where the battle broke out at Wuzhou Mountain last night was exactly where Lanruo Temple was.

And although the war was short-lived, its intensity was not low at all.

Qingmei had seen the eighth-level battle between Big Black Guy and Elder Chun. She visually judged that the battle last night was even more intense than that eighth-level battle.

Now Yizhen and Mu Yunqing began to lose their composure.

There are only a few eighth-grade masters in Xinzhou, so it is unlikely that they will fight.

This must have been an accident.

Could it be that the old monster that escaped from the Holy Light Reincarnation Tower is back?

No, you have to visit Lanruo Temple.

So, after breakfast, the three of them hurriedly boarded the carriage heading to Lanruo Temple.

The carriage was familiar with the road and soon arrived at the foot of Wuzhou Mountain.

The road up the mountain was still rugged, so the three of them abandoned the carriage and walked up the mountain.

The summer is hot, but there is a cool breeze and green trees on Wuzhou Mountain.

Qingmei was walking in front, while Yizhen and Mu Yunqing were holding hands without any nervousness.

He has "Ruyi" in his hands and little gold and wood to protect him, so he is naturally confident.

Soon, they arrived at the broken gate of Lanruo Temple.

"Hey, why is there cooking smoke here?" Qingmei sniffed her nose and couldn't help but swallow her saliva, "It smells pretty good."

Yi Zhen rolled his eyes at her and said to himself, "I just know how to eat. Have you forgotten what we are here for?"

He took out Ruyi, punched it on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Who dares to stew meat in a monk's temple?

Why don't you get out and die! "

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar figure appeared at the door.

Monk Zhizun sullenly clasped his hands behind his back and scolded: "What is the ghost's name?

It took you so long to come up, waiting for you to be old. "

"Master...Master...Master?" Yi Zhen's jaw almost dropped in shock, "Why are you here?"

Zhizun stared and asked, "Why can't I be here?"

Yi Zhen blinked and said suddenly: "So you have been hiding here for seclusion."

He sniffed his nose and asked in a low voice: "You probably didn't bring enough dry food, so you stewed the meat here, right?"

Zhizun snorted coldly and retorted: "Fart!

Who do you think your teacher is?

How could a teacher be contaminated with meat and fish?

That's the pheasant soup specially prepared for you by your wife, who knew you were coming. "

Yizhen chuckled and said flatteringly: "I'm just telling you, the master is an eminent monk, how could he... huh?"

As he talked, he seemed to feel that something was not right.

After thinking about it carefully, he figured out: "Teacher...Teacher...Teacher's wife?!"

Monk Zhizun coughed slightly and turned his head to one side in embarrassment.

Yizhen's eyes widened, and he ran into the main hall of Lanruo Temple with the wind at his feet.

In front of me, there was a pot on the ground with meat stewed in it. Standing beside the pot was a tall and beautiful woman who was over 1.7 meters tall.

The beauty's eyes flickered, her face was shy, and she grinned in embarrassment when she saw Yizhen running in.

"Mei...Mei...Mei Chaofeng?" Yi Zhen was completely confused.

"It's not polite, how can I call your master's wife by her first name?" came the scolding voice of the monk Zhizun from behind.

"This..." Yi Zhen turned around in a circle and asked with a confused look on his face: "What on earth is going on?"

Mei Chaofeng lowered his head and said nothing.

Monk Zhizun coughed again and whispered: "This matter is a long story, let's sit down and talk about it slowly."

Mu Yunqing followed Monk Zhizun into the main hall. After a brief shock, she took the initiative to walk to Mei Chaofeng, held her arm affectionately, and called her "Master" in a low voice. .

Just as Mei Chaofeng was about to respond in a low voice, Qingmei next to her suddenly covered her mouth and laughed.

"Pfft, haha..."

Her smile completely blew away the courage that Mei Chaofeng and Zhizun had spent all night long.

The two of them squatted beside the pot at the same time, blushing and not knowing what to say.

Mu Yunqing hurriedly glared at Qingmei and scolded: "Don't laugh."

Qingmei covered her mouth and did not dare to make a sound, but judging from the shaking of her shoulders, she must have endured it.

Yi Zhen gave Qingmei a "go out and laugh" look and drove her out of the hall.

Four people, one pot, and meat was still stewing in the pot.

Yizhen suggested: "How about... let's talk while eating?"

Monk Zhizun turned his head and glared at him, then slumped his head between his legs.

Yi Zhen held back his laughter and turned his gaze to Mei Chaofeng, and asked softly: "Master's wife, why don't you come and tell me?"

Mei Chaofeng raised his eyelids and immediately became angry when he saw Monk Zhizun's cowardly look.

Just now he had vowed to say, "A man has a responsibility, and I will take care of everything." But now, the little girl laughed and he couldn't hold it in any longer.

Not really a man.

She was worried and said angrily: "No man is reliable, I just say what I say."

She took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, and then spoke slowly.

"That day, after I left Duke Mu's mansion, I kept thinking about the opportunity I had foreseen.

So, I walked around various towns in Xinzhou, secretly looking for every clue.

However, the more anxiously I searched, the more I couldn't find anything.

Before I knew it, I started to get impatient.

But there is something wrong with me. When I feel upset, I really want to eat meat. "

At this point, her cheeks turned red again.