Messing with his own male protagonist

In all fairness, Xuan Zifang is not a nympho. He has seen Yu Chuchen who is so elegant and refined, and Liu Min who is so feminine and ghostly. He has also seen Su Ji who is so cold and handsome. As elegant and elegant as Jun Zhaoyu... But when he saw the handsome monk in front of him, he was still amazed.

The long black hair hangs loosely on the white monk robe, and the breeze gently blows the black hair. This person is like a god walking out of the painting, with silent eyes, but it will never make people feel disgusted.

Xuan Zifang looked at this person steadily, not because he was bewildered by the beauty, but racked his brains trying to figure out who this person was.

Pity him as the author of the original work. Compared with the already collapsed plots, attacking two attacks, three attacks, four attacks, and five... none of them are correct.

The monk stood alone in front of the gazebo, neither urging him nor looking like he was going to let him go. Xuan Zifang really wanted to rub his aching head, but he still didn't do it because he hadn't done it yet. Understand each other's intentions.

Xuan Zifang thought for a while, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he walked slowly up the mountainside.Seeing him coming up, the monk smiled faintly, walked into the pavilion, picked a stone bench and sat down, waved the sleeves of his monk's robe, and there was an extra cup of tea on the stone table, he poured a cup of tea by himself, and told Xuan Zifang Said: "Benefactor, please sit down."

Xuan Zifang sat down according to his words: "I don't know what this master wants me for?"

The monk didn't answer, but just filled the teacup in front of Xuan Zifang, his expression was neither eager nor bored, he looked serious, which made Xuan Zifang panic.

"My name is Chongming." The handsome monk suddenly said.

"Oh, so it's Master Chongming..." Xuan Zifang replied casually, then his expression changed suddenly, and he stared at Chongming's face, as if he could see a flower on his face.

Chongming remained calm and calmly accepted Xuan Zifang's attention gift.

If he could choose, Xuan Zifang would definitely find a place where no one was around, and cover his face with emotion for a while.

Master Chongming...the only monk in the world who can be called Chongming is Chongming, one of the three masters of Yunjin Temple!

It is rumored that Yunjin Temple, the highest gate of Buddhist cultivation, has three masters who can't see the head but see the tail and have advanced cultivation. They are Chongming, Jialuo, and Xuanzang.Because Yunjin Temple is hidden in the clouds of the Buddhist holy land on the top of the colorful clouds all the year round, and has little contact with other cultivation sects, the world rarely even sees the disciples of Yunjin Temple, let alone these three mysterious mages...

Su Ji once mentioned that there are only a few Nascent Soul cultivators on the Tianyuan Continent, and there are only three or two well-known ones, but there are definitely more than three or two. There are also many advanced cultivators hidden behind the scenes, including the three mages of Yunjin Temple However, Su Ji even said that the three of them might all be Nascent Souls, otherwise why would Yunjin Temple have stood firm for thousands of years?

If he can live to Nascent Soul, he is at least an old monster...

Chongming seemed to see Xuan Zifang's thoughts, and smiled lightly: "The benefactor seems to be very interested in the life of the poor monk?"

Xuan Zifang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly held his breath and said, "No, no, how can I be so boring, I just ask the senior if I have something to do..." He picked up the cup, and poured it into his stomach regardless of whether the tea was still hot.

Chongming looked at him indifferently, there was no expression on his flawless handsome face, just seeing him like this, Xuan Zifang drank tea with fear.Neither sitting nor walking, Shang Siyan's stupid matter has long been forgotten by him, and Xuan Zifang's mind is full of thinking about finding some excuse to leave.

How could the people from Yunjin Temple find him?How did Chongming appear in this small Ganlin Temple?Don't all monks have to be shaved? How come Chongming, who is one of the three great mages, still has those three thousand threads of trouble?Really not being handsome?

The more Xuan Zifang thought about it, the more he thought about the mess, and when he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but secretly cursed himself for always falling off the chain at critical moments.

Suppressing his worries, Xuan Zifang smiled at Chongming and said, "Senior hasn't said what you want this junior to do..."

From the master to the senior, he expressed Xuan Zifang's respect and awe. He only hoped that Chongming would see him as a junior, and not be too embarrassing. I believe that Chongming could also hear the meaning of Xuan Zifang's words.

Helplessly, Chongming didn't say anything at all, just looked at Xuan Zifang with a pair of indifferent narrow and long phoenix eyes, without any emotion, and couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Xuan Zifang forced himself to drink up a cup of tea, then poured himself another cup, immersed himself in drinking the tea, if the other party wants to see it, let him watch it, there are weird people every year, especially this year.

Speaking of it, it seems that this Chongming is younger than Master Qingya, but the age is uncertain, maybe Chongming cultivated to Yuanying earlier than Master Qingya, so he maintains such a young and handsome appearance.Maybe Master Qingya will call Chongming senior... It sounds creepy.

Xuan Zifang felt that his stomach was about to burst as he drank the spirit tea one cup at a time. That Master Chongming still didn't do anything, just sat quietly and observed him quietly.

Until there was no more water in the teapot, Chongming rolled up his sleeves and was about to add another pot of tea, Xuan Zifang quickly blocked his movement with a bitter face, "Senior..."

Chongming finally stopped his movements, and this time he was willing to focus on Xuan Zifang's other places except his face. His eyes looked at Xuan Zifang, who was holding his hand by the sleeve of his monk's robe, with those eyes that were neither sad nor happy. Fang flinched back in fright.

What on earth is this big Buddha here for... Xuan Zifang wants to cry but has no tears.

Then, Chongming said slowly: "Aptitude is mediocre, temperament is uncertain, narrow-minded, unusable. After all, the Supreme Sect has fallen, and that child Qingya has become more and more confused these years."

Xuan Zifang stared blankly at the other party, his mind was full of Chongming's words "that kid from Qingya", and he was extremely shocked.At this time, Xuan Zifang made up a scene in his brain, Chongming Shushu touched Qingya's head, lamenting the scene where the child became more and more confused... Suddenly his back felt chilly, and cold sweat broke out.

On the contrary, Xuan Zifang didn't care much about Chongming's evaluation of him. He cultivated truth neither for longevity nor for immortality, but for paving the way for his hobbies. What others said was none of his business.

But why did this person tell him this? The relationship between Yunjin Temple and the Supreme Sect is not particularly good, and if Chongming came here for the descendants of the Supreme Sect, it should be to see Su Ji, not himself... …

Could it be that he confused himself with Su Ji?

The more Xuan Zifang thought about it, the more he believed it. He raised his eyes and said, "Senior, I am Xuan Zifang, not Uncle Su Ji. Senior may have something to say to my uncle?"

"I know you are Xuan Zifang." Chongming said lightly, "You come from the Songhua School, and you have learned from the supreme sect Lu Jingtan, and you have good friends with Su Ji."

Even the investigation of his life experience is so clear...

Xuan Zifang blinked, and said with some doubts: "Senior cares so much about the Supreme Sect, so I should discuss it with my uncle. As a junior, I don't understand anything, and I'm afraid I will disappoint the kindness of the senior." The implication is No matter how much you tell me, it's useless. We are not people in the center of power. Your Yunjin Temple's hand is so long, you should tell your uncle.

Unexpectedly, Chongming sneered, his expressionless phoenix eyes became brighter, and he looked at Xuan Zifang fixedly: "I don't care about Supreme Sect, I care about you."

Xuan Zifang scratched his head, he was cared by a handsome young man who was hundreds of years old inside, his poor imagination could only think of that - could it be that he is actually Chongming's illegitimate child?

In an instant, Xuan Zifang imagined that the handsome monk fell in love with the beautiful female nun at first sight, but was discovered by the nun's husband, and then the mage exterminated his mouth, causing harm to the entire sect, except for the illegitimate son who had a secret knot in the child's womb...

Thinking of the thrilling moment, Xuan Zifang looked at Chongming's handsome face, even if they didn't look alike, he abruptly saw that they looked alike, and he almost didn't call out daddy.

Fortunately, he didn't cry, because Chongming's next sentence was: "Reincarnation, karma is predestined, but you have been trained by the Supreme Sect to look like this, you might as well follow me back to Yunjin Temple."

"Reincarnation? Whose reincarnation?" Xuan Zifang was puzzled.

Chongming didn't say anything, put his palms together, looked at Xuan Zifang with compassion, stopped talking, and just waited for Xuan Zifang's answer.

Of course it is impossible for Xuan Zifang to go to Yunjin Temple with him, Chongming didn't seem to have the idea of ​​forcibly abducting people, just when he was thinking about how to refuse, Shang Siyan's joyful and interspersed voice came from a distance Xuan Zifang listened carefully and was sure it was Shang Siyan, so he planned to use this kid as an excuse and turned around and said, "Look, senior, my companion is here to find—"

Just as Xuan Zifang turned his head, there was no one on the stone bench opposite.

A gentle breeze, accompanied by the strong smell of incense in Ganlin Temple, made Xuan Zifang flutter in the wind, and he stood there dumbfounded.

The ignorant Shang Siyan panted and ran to Xuan Zifang's side, picked up the pot of tea on the table, but there was no water in it, and he couldn't help but disappointed: "Oh, my saliva is dry. That old monk was willing to lend me the relics for a while, and he had to return them after they were used up, and he had to bet on the blue sky Buddhist bead that master gave me..."

Xuan Zifang took a deep breath, turned his head and said to Shang Siyan: "Just now... did you see anyone in this pavilion?"

"Is there anyone else here? I only saw you when I walked all the way." Shang Siyan blinked.

"Then did you hear the flute?"

"This is Ganlin Temple, not City God's Temple. You thought it was a temple fair, how could there be a flute sound!" Shang Siyan gave Xuan Zifang a strange look.

Xuan Zifang patted his head, with a strange expression on his face, he sighed and said, "Let's go, I'll go out with you to find water."

When the two left the gazebo, Xuan Zifang looked back again, there was indeed no one nearby, and the sound of ancient bells lingering in the mountains, as if the mysterious mage named Chongming had never been here.