Fuduo and Shen Xu came out from the inside. The little monk saw them, but he didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, he took the lady to another road, as if hoping to avoid them.
The lady saw fuduoduo and Shenxu at a glance, and hastened to give fuduoduo and Shenxu a gift: "I've met the prime minister and his wife."
"It's in the temple, so there's no need to be so polite." Shen Xu looked at the lady and said.
Then the little monk realized that the prime minister and his wife had been disliked all the time. He glanced at Fuduo and Shen Xu. He didn't know what else to say, so he just stopped talking.
Just hiding behind the lady, looking at the two people in silence.
"Why don't the prime minister and his wife come with me?" The lady didn't seem to see the strange atmosphere between the little monk and Shen Xufu. She said to them.
"Good."
Fuduo wanted to do this. She walked over and took the lady's hand.
That lady is the wife of the Minister of rites. The Minister of rites only married her two years ago, which is also regarded as an old man's wife.
When the lady seemed to like Fuduo, her eyes were full of smiles.
"Little master, please continue to tell us about the eighteen palaces." His wife told the young monk that he would take the lead. Then he said to Fuduo, "my wife probably doesn't know me. Just call me Mrs. Zhang."
"Good." Fuduo nodded and glanced at the guide.
A look of embarrassment flashed across the little monk's face.
But after all, he is the same as a human spirit. Even if he is embarrassed, he still can't bear it.
He took a breath and went on talking about the eighteen halls.
"These eighteen halls were built one by one when martial uncle Chenran was still there. That was three years ago. Later, martial uncle Chenran tried to make those Buddha statues into gold."
His eyes were full of complacency, as if this Chenran was a great monk.
When Fuduo heard the same words in Chenran's name, he couldn't help but turn a white eye in his heart.
The little monk didn't realize it.
He continued to talk about that dusty thing, but didn't care about Fuduo.
"By the way, little monk, let me ask you, is that Chenran the eminent monk of Biyun temple?" Asked Fudo.
Then the little monk raised his eyes to see Fuduo. He closed his lips and didn't speak.
Seeing that the young monk Jieyin didn't pay attention to Fuduo, Mrs. Zhang's face was full of displeasure.
At the moment, she also felt that little monk Jieyin's attitude towards Fuduo and Shen Xu was a little strange. She couldn't say where it was strange, but she always felt it was strange.
"Little master, you should tell your wife."
Seeing that Mrs. Zhang was a little displeased, the little monk pursed his lips and said, "yes."
With that, he went on to introduce Chen Ran's situation.
"Martial uncle Chenran came to Biyun Temple six years ago. He was already an eminent monk at that time, but Biyun temple is still a small temple." Then the little monk said that when he was in the dust, there was respect in his eyes.
Fuduo doesn't think so in his heart, but he seems to be very interested on the surface.
"Is your uncle Chenran the abbot of Biyun temple?"