Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

Qingyun: "Tell me everything you know. Don't hide it from me."

Yan Siyuan sighed in his heart and said: "This is a group of cult organizations in the world. The leader is an old man. According to the legend in the world, he is a great healer.

This organization was founded three years ago, called Catholicism, and became famous by refining the elixir of immortality, and the method of refining the elixir was using boys and girls under three years old."

Yan Siyuan paused and continued: "They have been causing trouble in other countries before. It was not until the disappearance of a child occurred in the capital a few months ago that they discovered this cult. However, they have never found their home base, and they do not know where the child will be." Where did the child go?"

After Yan Siyuan finished speaking, he observed Qingyun's face. Qingyun looked sarcastic, "Catholicism, God? They are just a bunch of beasts. No one really believes in it, right?"

Qingyun looked at Yan Siyuan. It was obvious that even if someone believed it, someone in the capital must have asked them to refine the medicine, otherwise they would not have appeared in the capital.

Yan Siyuan and Qingyun looked at each other and said seriously: "We haven't found this person yet."

Qingyun looked away and opened the purse at her waist. It was the one embroidered with spring flowers, but it contained not only amulets, but also small medicine bags.

Qingyun took out a red medicine bag and handed it to Yan Siyuan: "This can make them tell the truth. No one can bear it."

She didn't think anyone could bear the mental pain, no matter how awesome they were.

Yan Siyuan took the medicine package, and he suddenly felt that Qingyun was very kind to him, at least there was no package of medicine powder that could poison him.

Qingyun was really tired, both physically and mentally, so she rushed Yan Siyuan to leave and said, "You can leave."

Yan Siyuan didn't want to leave, but seeing that Qingyun was so tired, he couldn't bear to disturb her, so he could only leave aggrievedly.

Qingyun didn't care about his feelings. She was really tired and fell asleep on the bed.

Yan Siyuan left and came back, covering Qingyun with a quilt and tucking it in before leaving.

The golden light shines on the roof, and Nanshan Temple becomes lively. It is a temple with a good reputation, and the incense is certainly strong.

Among the pedestrians coming and going in the main hall, there were some who were nervous, some who were smiling, and some who were shy. You could tell from their faces that they were asking for something.

Qingyun knelt on the tuanpu and stared at the Buddha statue in front of her. The huge Buddha statue was covered with gold and stood in front of the temple, looking at the people who were kneeling as if to save all sentient beings.

For some reason, Qingyun always felt that the eyes of this Buddha statue were not all living beings, but greed.

Qingyun half-squinted her eyes and carefully observed the Buddha statue. Before she could see anything, she felt a pain in her head. Mo Linghuai patted her head lightly and said strangely: "You must be sincere when worshiping Buddha. Are you crazy?" What are you doing?"

Qingyun rubbed her head, bowed perfunctorily twice, put the three sticks of incense in her hand into the incense burner, and followed Mo Linghuai out.

When she arrived at the door, Qingyun looked back at the Buddha statue again, but still didn't see anything, so she gave up. Maybe it was just her illusion, Qingyun told herself.

When she came outside the palace, Mo Linghuai asked for a fortune for Mo Jingchun. She was always worried that Mo Jingchun would not find a good family, so she was worried about it. Mo Jingchun didn't care, but still followed Mo Linghuai.

Qingyun was just out of curiosity. Mo Linghuai asked for a sign for Mo Jingchun, which read, "You get lotus roots because of lotus, and you don't need plums when you have apricots." Qingyun glanced at it and stopped reading. That's it? You don't even need to sign.

But Mo Linghuai was still very happy, which at least meant that Mo Jingchun had met the right fate.

Mo Jingchun didn't think so. She didn't even know that her destiny had appeared, but she still thought of Lu Xingci immediately. This made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she just wanted to be happy with Mo Linghuai, not Show it.

Qingyun found it boring, and she didn't seek marriage, so she went to another place where she asked for a fortune sign. The life fortune sign she asked for here sounded more noble.

Qingyun took the lottery tube and shook it twice, and a lottery fell out. Qingyun took it and there were three words on it: "Shang Shang".

Qingyun: "...".

It's really perfunctory. Marriage is still a poem after all, but this one is directly signed. Is life too unpredictable?

Qingyun threw down the bamboo stick and prepared to find Mo Linghuai.

"Donor, wait a minute."

Qingyun was called back. She was a young novice monk who didn't look very big at all.

Qingyun was confused and asked: "Are you calling me?" There were many people here, and Qingyun was not sure if he was calling her.

"Yes," the little monk clasped his hands together, bowed his head and said, "My abbot, please, please come with me." The little monk made an invitation gesture with a very respectful attitude.

Qingyun didn't want to go. She didn't believe in Buddhism. Plus what happened last night, she didn't have a good impression of this temple, so she refused and said, "I'm sorry, my family is looking for me. I'm afraid I can't come with you. Say goodbye."

Qingyun curtsied, turned and left. Just two steps away, the little novice monk's emotionless voice sounded: "Where does the donor come from?".

Qingyun kept walking, turning a corner and then back again. The process was smooth and smooth. She came to the little novice monk and said expressionlessly: "Lead the way."

Chunhua followed behind: "...".

The little monk was speechless and led the way. Qingyun followed, slapping Xiao Jiujiu in her heart.

I'm not sure if the host that the little novice said has already noticed that she has traveled through time. Since she can wear it, it is normal for an expert to notice it, but she is afraid that the other person is not a good person.

Before Qingyun could figure out what to do, she was taken back to the main hall. She thought she would be taken to some deep courtyard, but who knew that it was in full view of everyone, and there was really no sense of mystery at all.

"Abbott, we've brought him here," the young novice monk said to the old monk.

The old monk is wearing a navy blue cassock. His face is full of wrinkles, but he is very kind. He also has a gentle aura around him, which makes him feel very comfortable.

Qingyun looked at him with slightly suspicious eyes, that's it? Can you see clearly that I have traveled through time? Qingyun expressed disbelief.

The old monk did not react much to Qingyun's gaze, and said: "The donor is well, and the monk's name has not been mentioned."

Qingyun returned the gift, imitated Wu Ti's movements and bent down and said, "Hello, Master Wu Ti."

No mention: "Where did the donor come from? Where is he going?".

"Come from the Tang Dynasty in the east and go to the west to learn scriptures."

Wu mentioned: "...".

"The donor is really good at telling jokes."

"Didn't Master Wuti make the joke first?" Asking in front of so many people, isn't it just a joke?

"Amitabha, I hope the donor will answer seriously."

Qingyun looked around and saw that there were many people who came to Wu Ti for interpretation. Now they were watching her talking to Wu Ti. Qing Yun narrowed her eyes dangerously and said, "Come from the Prime Minister's Mansion. As for where to go? It’s still unknown.”

Wu Ti laughed and said: "Amitabha, since the donor knows what I mean, why should I shirk it?"

Qingyun was disdainful, her expression became sharp, and she said: "I'm sorry that my little girl is stupid and can't understand what the Master is saying. I'll take my leave."

Qingyun clasped her hands into fists and turned to leave. This time she had no intention of staying at all.

There is a problem with this Wu Meng. He can indeed see where Qing Yun is coming from. This is why Qing Yun looks down on him, but he is definitely not a friend.

Before Qingyun left, she took another look at the Buddha statue in the main hall and was stunned. The eyes of this Buddha statue were exactly the same as Wu Ti's, and even the expression was so similar.

Qingyun felt a chill and felt uncomfortable when she thought about how she had bowed to him just now. This unmentionable ambition was really huge.