After rebirth, I became a national teacher

After all, this is the first pilgrim from the officialdom, so he must be received well.

"Don't say anything useless. Go see the abbot."

She did not comment on Mrs. Yan's words.

He led a few people to the reception hall, had them sit down, and then sent someone to inform the abbot.

They didn't wait long before they heard Kun Dao, who was standing by, say:

"The temple master is here!"

Everyone quickly stood up to greet him and bowed.

"Greetings to the Master!"

Only Yan Yun looked at the visitor boldly with a gloomy gaze.

At first sight, I was stunned.

A few words popped up in my mind:

Autumn water is the divine jade and the bones are.

I don't know if the temple master was about twenty years old. He was wearing a green Taoist robe embroidered with faint auspicious cloud patterns. His hair was simply tied up with a white jade hairpin, but his face was exquisite, like a jade carving, and his face was so white that it seemed to be glowing.

Although she is beautiful, she does not have any vulgar attitude. Her figure is as straight as pine and bamboo, and her long sleeves are flowing, giving her a sense of otherworldliness.

The fairy in the painting seems to be like this.

The receptionist Kundao stepped forward and whispered something in her ear. The fairy's brows, which were like distant mountains, frowned slightly, and then returned to normal.

"Who is to be treated?"

The sound is clear and melodious, like the collision of gold and jade.

Yan Yun came back to his senses and felt secretly annoyed. This so-called temple master actually had a deceptive appearance.

Old Madam Qin and the others did not dare to look directly at the abbot so rudely. Upon hearing this, they quickly came out to reply:

"Master, it's this Master Yan!"

The master then looked at Yan Yun and said:

"come here."

Yan Yun strode over. He wanted to see what tricks this female monk would perform in front of everyone.

When they were only an arm's length away from each other, the abbot raised his hand slightly to signal him to stop.

The two of them were so close that he could almost smell the faint fragrance coming from her body. It was not like the sweet fragrance of ordinary girls in the boudoir. This smell was a bit bitter and refreshing, more like the scent of tea.

"Don't move before I say it's over," the temple master instructed.

As she spoke, she slightly bent her ring finger and little finger through the fabric of the hood, put her middle finger and index finger together and placed them on the half of his face that was horribly scarred, then closed her eyes and concentrated.

At first, Yan Yun was still thinking, looking closely, the master's eyelashes are really long and thick. No wonder his eyes look like a deep spring under the moon, which makes people feel particularly different.

But after a while, he felt as if a warm current was transmitted from her fingers to his face through the thin fabric of the hood.

I thought it was an illusion, but I didn't expect the feeling to become stronger and stronger, with a warm current spreading from the place where my fingers touched, covering the entire scar.

Could it be that this temple master really has some magical powers? Could this be the inner strength mentioned in the Ranger's Stories?

After a long while, Yan Yun felt an itch in the warm area, but he had some Qi-cultivation skills in his body, so he didn't reach out to scratch it.

This itching continued for quite some time, and the female abbot withdrew her fingers.

"All right."

"Bring water."

she ordered.

Kun Dao, who was standing outside the door, immediately brought the prepared water. After she washed her hands, another person brought her a clean white towel to wipe her hands.

On the other side, Madam Qin, Madam Yan and others were paying full attention to Yan Yun. When the master announced the end of the ceremony, Madam Yan walked up to him eagerly:

"Yoona, how do you feel?"

Yan Yun was finally able to reach out and touch his face, which had been itching a little.

After this touch, the mother's eyes were filled with shock, and then her face was filled with excitement:

"Yoona, you...your scar! It's fallen off!"

"Mom, take another look!"

As he said that, he reached out and took off his hood.

Yan Yun was about to get angry, but he clearly felt that as his mother moved, something seemed to fall from near his eyes.

"Where's the mirror? Let me see!"

He had a guess in his mind and was eager to confirm it.

Mrs. Qin, who was standing by, handed over the hand mirror she carried with her.