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Liu Yun waited outside, watching Leng Xiuang walk inside.

After entering, Leng Xiuang directly closed the door with his palm wind.

The inside of the room is even more quaint and fragrant, and it is not much different from the residence of the Zen master I saw in my previous dynasty.

In the center of the futon, an old man was meditating, with a string of rosary beads hanging in his hand.Leng Xiuang's eyes flashed over the string of rosary beads, and then fixed on the old man's face.

Leng Xiuang is a person who is very sensitive to breath. The old man in front of him doesn't have much sense of this era. On the contrary, he seems to be living in the past, in ancient times.

Seeing this, Leng Xiuang's eyes flickered slightly.

At this time, the old man in the center of the futon slowly opened his eyes.

"Meeting is fate, benefactor, please sit down."

Leng Xiuang walked slowly to the opposite of the old man, and then sat down cross-legged. There was no other futon opposite the old man, so Leng Xiuang only sat on the ground.

Although it was just sitting on the ground, when Leng Xiuang sat up, it had a different flavor, a sense of naturalness.

A gleam flashed in the old man's eyes.

Leng Xiuang said lightly, "Master Zen, do you know where I come from?"

The old man took a fixed look at Leng Xiuang, his eyes fixed on Leng Xiuang's face, Leng Xiuang did not move, and let the other party look at him.

After a while, the old man spoke slowly. "The benefactor came from a place he shouldn't have come. The face of the benefactor is very strange. He obviously does not belong to this world, but he clearly belongs to this place, and he has a deep bond with this place... With such a face, I have only seen the benefactor in my whole life." One example."

When Leng Xiuang heard the words, sharpness flashed in his eyes immediately, "You mean I don't belong to this world? The Zen Master said this too much. I don't belong to this world. Am I a ghost?"

The old man was silent for a while, and after a while, he spoke slowly. "I don't know... there are always strange things in the world. The fate of the benefactor is also very strange. I have little knowledge and little knowledge. I admit that I don't understand it. Please forgive me."

Leng Xiuang lowered his eyelids, and for a moment, the room fell into silence, but this kind of silence contained a trace of depression.

After a short while, Leng Xiu'ang's voice finally sounded again: "The Zen master said that I am not a person of this world and should not belong to this world. Does the Zen master know how I want to leave?"

"... Please wait a moment, the benefactor. This old monk needs to look up the classics. There seems to be a record in an ancient book, but the details, the old monk is really old, and I don't remember it. Please wait here for the owner. "

"I'll go get it with Zen Master!" Leng Xiuang suddenly said, and he had already stood up.

The old man frowned slightly, "Please benefactor, don't force others to make things difficult. The ancient books left behind are gifts from the old monk's ancestors, so I'm afraid they are not suitable for outsiders to read."

Leng Xiuang was unmoved, but said lightly. "It is said that the monks have compassion in their hearts, not to mention...just let me see it. Doesn't the Zen master have such a heart?"

The old man was silent.

"This matter is very important to me. If the Chan Master is unwilling, then I can only ask the Chan Master to forgive me. I know that an expert is not necessarily afraid of death, but... the outsiders are not necessarily so." Leng Xiuang The voice is very calm, but this peaceful voice is the biggest threat.

A Zen master who has been respected for half his life: "..."