The young monk has returned to secular life

The most common immortal in the immortal world is also a boss-level existence in the mortal world, because immortal magic and true energy are not on the same level at all.

Mu Yunqing didn't understand the difference before, but now that she understands the mystery of immortal magic, she can't help but want to try the power of the combination of immortal magic and immortal skills.

She went to study immortal skills, and Yi Zhen had to return to Bodhi Temple alone.

The battle he returned this time was even grander than last time.

I brought several boxes of various pastries, as well as rice, noodles, and candies, and pulled a whole carriage.

This was all prepared by Mu Yunqing for him. He said it was high-end, grand and high-end, and had more impact than paying thousands of taels of oil.

Sure enough, as soon as Yizhen got off the carriage, he was warmly welcomed by the monks of Bodhi Temple.

Monk Zhizun was also smiling, thinking that his obedient apprentice was finally going to be successful. Not only could he cast spells for salvation on his own, but he had also received official recognition.

Last time I earned 5,000 taels of sesame oil money for Bodhi Temple, and now I am even more proud. This cart of food is enough to feed the monks of Bodhi Temple for half a month.

Returning to his meditation room, Monk Zhizun made a rare tea for Yizhen: "Disciple, you have done well. I did not raise you up like this in vain.

Ha ha……"

Yi Zhen did not dare to answer the question, but asked softly: "Master, are you satisfied with the gift from the Duke's Mansion?"

"Satisfied, satisfied...haha..."

Monk Zhizun's smile was so full that he pushed the tea cup in front of Yizhen himself, "Disciple, drink tea...hehe..."

Yizhen slowly picked up the tea cup and was thinking about how to open his mouth to send him an invitation. Monk Zhizun spoke first again.

"Disciple, looking at your current state, your dementia should have been cured.

I will choose a good day for Master to formally ordain you. When the time comes, the mantle of being a teacher can be handed over to you with confidence. "

Yi Zhen blinked and asked in a low voice: "What mantle?"

Monk Zhizun smiled mysteriously: "My master is actually the head of the Zangfeng Tower."

The Zangfeng Pavilion, the most mysterious pavilion in Bodhi Temple, is even more tightly protected than the Sutra Pavilion.

Hiding the wind means that this building can only receive the wind, not hide it.

It can be seen that the Zangfeng Tower is closely guarded.

As the head of the Hidden Wind Tower, Monk Zhizun is absolutely powerful.

Yi Zhen asked in surprise: "Master, what state are you in?"

Monk Zhizun took a sip of tea and said very calmly: "The state of being a teacher has reached the highest level in the world. It can be said that there are no regrets in this life.

My biggest wish now is to watch you win the crown in front of the Buddha. "

The ultimate realm in the human world, the eighth level is supreme.

Is Zhizun actually the hidden boss in Bodhi Temple?

Yi Zhen's heart skipped a beat for no reason. No wonder he didn't even have a chance to hide when he was beaten before.

Now that I think about it, I'm lucky that I didn't get beaten up.

Now comes the problem. It seems that his desire to win a crown in front of the Buddha cannot satisfy him, but having children is not a big problem.

How can this be good?

"Master, actually there is no need for you to have such high hopes in me. My disciple is not worthy."

Monk Zhizun laughed and said, "Disciple, please don't be humble. Isn't what you're doing now very good?

As for the rice and cakes outside the door, I can guarantee that there are not many people in the temple who can achieve such a great fate. "

Yi Zhen suddenly felt like he couldn't open his mouth.

Monk Zhizun had put too much effort into himself. If he knew that the purpose of his return to the temple today was to treat him to a wedding banquet, he would not have fainted on the spot.

"Master, how about... I'll go back first."

Monk Zhizun looked stunned and said slightly unhappy: "Go back? Where to go? Bodhi Temple is your home."

He continued without waiting for Yizhen's answer: "Master has already thought about it. Since your dementia has been cured, there is no need to continue to stay in the Duke's Mansion.

Mu Yunqing, that little vixen, is very cunning and has a good skin. You are not very experienced in the world and can easily be fooled by her.

Just in case, you'd better stay away from her. "

Yi Zhenxin said, you are too late.

The disciple has fallen into a quagmire and cannot extricate himself.

"Master, that...that..."

"Just say whatever you want, no matter how hesitant you are." Monk Zhizun said impatiently.

It seems that it is impossible not to say it.

Yi Zhenxin raised his eyebrows, gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and said quickly: "You're too late, my disciple came back this time to apologize to you."

"Excuse me?" Monk Zhizun's eyes narrowed and he asked in a deep voice, "What excuse do you apologize for?"

There is no turning back when the bow is drawn. Now that I have said it, let me make it clear.

"My disciple and Mu Yunqing are in love and have decided to choose a date to announce their marriage..."

"Bastard!" Monk Zhizun slapped him angrily before Yizhen could finish speaking.

Snapped!

The tea table was broken into pieces.

"you you…"

He pointed at Yizhen's forehead and didn't say the next words for a long time.

Yizhen knelt on his knees and cried: "Master, I'm sorry."

For a long time, there was no sound from the scene.

Yizhen slowly raised his head and found that Monk Zhizun was looking at him blankly, his cloudy eyes filled with tears.

"master……"

Monk Zhizun sighed and waved his hand to interrupt Yi Zhen's words.

"All fates in the world are determined. How can I not know it after I have recited sutras for my teacher all my life?

It's just a thing of love, it's really hard to fathom.

Yizhen, are you sure you have thought about it? "

Yizhen nodded with tears in his eyes: "Master, please don't blame your apprentice.

My disciple's heart is in the world of mortals and he cannot think quietly.

Just treat me as if you have raised a son and let me return to secular life. "

Monk Zhizun still shed tears.

"Amitabha."

He stood up slowly and said softly: "Follow me."

Yizhen didn't know why, so he followed Zhizun closely and went around more than a dozen turns before arriving at a forbidden area.

This is where the Zangfeng Tower is located.

"Master, this is..."

Monk Zhizun waved his hand, and the door of Zangfeng Tower opened instantly.

"Go in."

"Master, are you going to put me under house arrest?" Yi Zhen asked in surprise.

Monk Zhizun didn't give Yi Zhen any explanation. He grabbed his shoulder and waved him casually. Yizhen felt like his body was flying into the Zangfeng Tower like a paper airplane.

boom!

The door is closed again.

"Master...Master...let me out, Master..."

Yi Zhen's call did not receive any response.

He tried his best to pull the door leaf, but found that this seemingly ordinary wooden door, no matter how hard he tried, could not shake it at all.

Outside Bodhi Temple.

Monk Zhizun personally found the coachman waiting outside the door.

"You go back and tell Mu Yunqing that Yi Zhen will officially be ordained as a monk tomorrow, and she is welcome to come and watch the ceremony."

The driver didn't know the whole story and returned to the Duke's Mansion very happily.

However, Mu Yunqing could not see the identity of the coachman, so he told the housekeeper the news.

The housekeeper told Qingmei the news.

Qingmei... was angry.

"Damn that stinking monk, how dare you treat my young lady with abandonment!

See if I don’t knock down your Bodhi Temple! "