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Zhang Qinglan's movements froze, with hesitation in his eyes.

In order not to make the three of them suspicious, they quickly restrained their emotions and said with a slight smile, "Maybe I misremembered."

Yuanzang was not very wary, and after Zhang Qinglan's explanation, he showed a clear expression: "If the benefactor does not dislike it, the poor monk can pay more attention to the news of that master for you on weekdays."

Zhang Qinglan nodded slightly: "Thank you."

Ao Zhan lingered behind several people all the way, when he heard the conversation between Yuanzang and the young man, he was calm on the surface, but he had his own plans in his heart.

Soon, the gate of Jinglian Temple appeared in front of the crowd.

The little novice who was in charge of sweeping at the door turned pale immediately when he saw the menacing group of people. The broom in his hand was inattentive, and scattered the dead leaves and weeds that had gathered into a pile and fell to the ground.

With helplessness in Yuanzang's eyes, he and the other two brothers broke free from the crowd and walked in front of the little novice monk.

"Huineng," he raised his hand and patted the other person's shoulder, Yuan Zang said calmly, "Quickly go and inform the abbot that there are distinguished guests in the temple today."

"Oh... oh." The little monk reacted for a moment, and then he sighed with relief when he saw his senior brother.

Soon he gave up the broom in his hand and put it back to the base of the wall, turned around and ran into the temple.

"All benefactors, this way please." Yuanzang clasped his hands together on his chest, bowed slightly towards Zhang Qinglan and the others, and invited the group of people into the temple with a smile.

Zhang Qinglan nodded slightly at him, and the moment she passed the gate of the monastery, her eyes seemed to inadvertently pass over the corner where the little novice put down the broom just now.

Unsurprisingly, although more than half a month has passed, there are still traces of tung oil on the wall of Jinglian Temple where Yu Jiading poured tung oil on it.

Sniffing carefully, you can also feel a strange smell in the air.

Concentrating all her attention on exploring the surrounding environment, Zhang Qinglan was a little distracted, and followed Yuanzang all the way into the temple, but didn't notice the few stones lying in the middle of the road.

At this moment, a few young monks rushed over laughingly from not far away. They were jumping towards Senior Brother Yuanzang, but they accidentally stepped on those rubbles and staggered towards the crowd, knocking a few of them without a trace. The defensive sea pawn stumbled.

Zhang Qinglan happened to be standing at the nearest place to Yuanzang, and suddenly she was thrown into her arms by the little novice who was not even half waist tall, and was knocked back a few steps.

The back leaned against the chest of others.

The other party was very tall, but there was no warmth in his embrace, and he stood behind him like a hill, motionless.

The over-familiar Qinglie Lengxiang instantly enveloped the young man, Zhang Qinglan's pupils shrank slightly, and the fingertips holding the shoulder of the little novice in front of him tightened slightly, his body was as stiff as a piece of wood.

Quickly let go, Zhang Qinglan helped the little monk who had bumped into her, and gently pushed the child's thin shoulders to make him walk a few steps forward.

Just as he was about to take a step forward and leave the person behind him, he was suddenly grabbed by the wrist from behind and hid under his robe to hide his eyes and ears: "Don't move."

Relying on the surrounding people turning their backs and chaos, Ao Zhan fished in troubled waters, deliberately grasped the young man's slender wrist, rubbed his calloused fingertips on the inner side of the other's wrist a few times... It's a pity that it was still as smooth as usual , leaving no trace of a scar.

"Why?" The young man tilted his head back for no apparent reason, the man's even breath passing by his ears, raising a few strands of black hair on his temples in a small arc.

Ao Zhan realized that such a surprise attack didn't seem to work, so he let go of his hand and took a step back before others became suspicious.

Frowning lightly: "Nothing."

"Huiling, Huiwen, Huishang, Huiwu," Yuanzang picked up the little monk who looked like a diced bean from the ground, and angrily named several people by name: "What's the proper way to rampage in the forbidden area of ​​the temple?"

The young novice monks had not been in the monastery for a short time, and they were at the age of being playful. They didn't feel wronged when they heard Yuanzang's lesson, they just grabbed the hem of their clothes, hung their heads and stuck out their tongues.

Yuanzang had no choice but to pat the heads of several people, and softly taught: "Quickly apologize to the benefactors."

Only then did the little novice raise his head, and obediently apologized loudly to the sea pawns who were hit by them.

"Junior brothers are not cultivated enough and have impetuous tempers. All benefactors are laughing at me." Yuanzang shook his head, called other senior brothers, and brought the rest of the disciples to the guest house in the monastery to resettle.

Ao Dingbo followed the farthest part of the team along the way, and at this time he kept an eye out, and took the initiative to pull a bald donkey from the side of the road. Relying on the kindness of the monks, he told them that he wanted to visit the temple.

Before leaving, he deliberately cast a suggestive look at his elder brother, and then left the front yard of the temple in three steps at a time, intending to go deep into Jinglian Temple to find clues.

Not long after, only Zhang Qinglan, Ao Zhan, and Yuanzang who looked apologetic were left on the spot, and four little bald donkeys were hiding behind them.

"Senior Brother, who are these people here today?" The little novice asked softly, hiding behind Yuan Zang, afraid of strangers.

Yuanzang had no choice but to smile apologetically at the young man, then half-bowed and explained to them in a low voice: "They are all yamen servants from the county next door."

"Oh." Not interested in Laoshizi Yamen servants, Huiwen tugged Yuanzang's clothes: "Brother, look at this."

After finishing speaking, the little novice raised his hand deliberately, spread his palm, and passed the thing in his hand to Yuan Zang's eyes - under the sunlight, a small piece of copper plate carved with nine petals of green lotus was quietly lying in the child's hand.

In the middle of the lotus is a light-transmitting round hole, with some patina on it, and the workmanship is not too fine.

Yuanzang thought that these children had picked up some miscellaneous things from somewhere, so he shook his head helplessly: "Be sure to remember to clean your hands before chanting, otherwise you will be disrespectful to the Buddha."

Unaware that the two sharp lines of sight on the other side have been firmly fixed on the thin copper sheet.

Consciously acting like this in front of outsiders was inappropriate, Yuanzang had no choice but to apologize repeatedly: "Junior brother has a childlike heart, please don't blame me."

Zhang Qinglan glanced at Ao Zhan without leaving a trace, and then said: "It's nothing, children are innocent, but they are innocent and cute."

Seeing that his senior brother seemed not interested in the "treasure" he had found, Huiwen was a little frustrated, clenched his fists sullenly, and quietly wiped the mud from his fingers onto the hem of his clothes.

Unexpectedly, a clear voice suddenly sounded next to his ears: "Little master, I don't know where you found this treasure of yours?"

When I looked up, I realized that it was a young man with handsome features and gentle temperament, who was squatting in front of him, talking to him with a smile.

I saw that person was wearing a light blue narrow-sleeved robe, his narrow eyes and pupils showed tenderness, and his fingertips were slightly cool. He was holding the back of his hand lightly, staring at the "baby" intently, with a serious look on his face. It seems to be fake.

Huiwen's black grape-like eyes widened slightly, and a smile stained his eyes a little bit. He immediately held the hand of his beautiful brother and promised, "I'll take you to find it!"

Zhang Qinglan lowered her eyelashes and nodded slightly: "Okay."

Ao Zhan crossed his arms and looked down at the little devil head:

"..."

*****

Seeing the light-colored robe covered with a thin layer of gray in front of him, Ao Zhan frowned, leaning his back on the wooden frame in the scripture pavilion, his expression was indistinguishable.

I saw that the robe was divided into inner and outer layers, and the outer layer looked like an ordinary monk's robe in Jinglian Temple. The light brown cloth was now full of folds and piled up in the corner of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

On the top, there are many holes, and the inner fabric is turned inside out, revealing the real appearance inside.

It was filled with transparent silk threads that were exactly the same as the lotus copper plate held by the little novice novice. The luster was dull and even a little greenish when it adorned the robe.

Zhang Qinglan focused her eyes, squatted in front of the monk's robe, stretched out her hand without any distaste, and turned the whole robe inside out.

After shaking the cloth surface, he discovered that there was a wide and deep hood at the neckline of the gray robe.

The patterns of the lotus copper sheets on the cloth are not random, and even the sizes are not exactly the same... Large and small copper sheets embroider the constellation formation of the Big Dipper on the cloth, which can only be seen when they are completely spread out.

Ao Zhan's expression was cold, and he looked at the familiar robe in front of him by the faint candlelight of the Scripture-Depository Pavilion.

Zhang Qinglan took out the two copper sheets from Chongli, and compared them with the broken silk thread on the robe one by one, and found that it was indeed something that fell from above.

Ao Zhan looked at the two bald donkeys, one big and one small, who were stunned by his spell, and then said calmly: "It really is him."

Just after Huiwen brought several people into the scripture storage pavilion, the first time he saw the robe, Ao Zhan smelled the familiar smell of blood and the evil spirit belonging to the begonia flower demon.

"Ah," Zhang Qinglan stood up, frowning tightly: "I thought Xuan Lan had something to do with the mastermind behind the poisonous miasma before, but I didn't expect him to be so bold that he dared to appear directly beside you and me. "

"Now that I have kept this gray robe, I probably don't want to hide my identity anymore."

"There is an injustice, and a debt has an owner," Zhang Qinglan lowered her eyes, her eyes darkened: "I was careless before... I just thought that the enemy was dark and I was clear, and wanted to lure the snake out of the hole, but unexpectedly the opponent's methods were cruel and he was pre-emptive."

Ao Zhan's eyes showed disgust, and he pinched a magic spell casually, and the gray robe slowly floated into the air: "This gray robe is probably also a magic weapon, and the Big Dipper embroidered with nine-petal lotus on it is definitely not as simple as a decoration."

Looking at the scorched black marks on the edge of the cloth, Ao Zhan said coldly: "Although that bald donkey is proficient in magic circles, he couldn't succeed in a single blow on Luliao Mountain, and most of his efforts must have been lost."

"Hey," Ao Zhan sneered, and said sarcastically, "I escaped in such a hurry, but I didn't forget to leave these rags behind."

"The other party should be aware of our defense against him all the time." Zhang Qinglan frowned, and grabbed a nine-petal lotus from the robe with her backhand: "Now that the magic circle on Luliao Mountain has been broken, I want to identify myself at this moment... Are you provocative?"

Before he finished speaking, an inch-long Buddhist amulet suddenly fell from the gray robe, and hit the bluestone floor of the scripture storage pavilion, making a very light and crisp sound.

Zhang Qinglan picked up the amulet from the ground, only to find that there was a flake-shaped dark spar embedded in the amulet.

Just this moment!

I saw a flash of fluorescence in the spar, which turned into a ray of blue light, piercing straight into the center of Ao Zhan's eyebrows.