Chapter 965

On the way out of the temple, abbot Wuxiu's words lingered in Zhao Wanxi '.

"Niang, who is the abbot without repair?"

"Speaking of Abbot Wuxiu, I heard about him when my mother was young. He knows astronomy and geography, and is familiar with the art of xuanhuangqi sect. Some people say that he was robbed by an immortal from heaven..."

Zhao Wanxi's Apricot eyes crossed a bit of complexity. Even if he wasn't the immortal, the abbot of Wuxiu must be an eminent monk.

After answering her daughter's question, Lin Qiaoyu seems to think of something. Suddenly, she looks at Zhao Wanxi with suspicious eyes: "Xi'er, why did abbot Wuxiu choose you as the interpreter today? What did the master tell you? "

In a word, it's fate to be chosen by abbot Wuxiu as the interpreter. However, Lin Qiaoyu is also curious about her daughter's wishes in front of the Bodhisattva.

Zhao Wanxi gave a smile and said, "abbot Wuxiu has good eyesight. He can see his daughter's double happiness at a glance."

Lin Qiaoyu had no doubt that he had it, and immediately he was very happy: "I didn't expect that abbot Wuxiu really had the wisdom to tell the truth, just as the rumor said. I can't see the clue when I get along with you day and night. No monk can see it at a glance. It's really powerful. It's worthy of being a high monk. "

Zhao Wanxi, with a smile on her lips and no more words, still echoed in her mind the last words of the monk Wu: "the identity of the benefactor is extraordinary. It's related to the survival of Nanlin Kingdom, but it's difficult to tolerate water and fire after all..."

Is fire and water hard to tolerate?

Zhao Wanxi is thoughtful, but she can't figure out what the meaning of Abbot Wuxiu's voice is?

Unconsciously, the carriage came back to the alley of taishifu. Zhao Wanxi lifted the curtain and glanced at it. Suddenly, she saw two dark shadows passing by from the outside of taishifu, and her apricot eyes flashed a hint of warning.

Back to Cuiyuan, at a glance, she saw tong'er feeding Xiao Huang with meat bones. The little girl was lying on the ground playing with dirty mud, staring at Xiao Huang, who was gnawing meat bones, and she laughed like a silver bell from time to time.

"Niang, little dad stewed bone soup today..."

Tong'er lies on the ground and shakes her hand at Zhao Wanxi. The woman squats forward and gently pinches her red face: "the soup stewed by my little father? Is it good? "

"It's delicious! But my little father said, "that's for sister Joan."

Zhao Wanxi's eyes flashed a light, oh! I didn't expect that the young man at dusk four would cook for a woman. It's really unexpected.

However, she looked around again, apricot eyes across a doubt: "how did not see lin'er?"

Did not expect her this question, tong'er apricot cheek micro drum, not happy to curl his mouth: "brother said, from now on, he must study hard, can no longer accompany tong'er and Xiao Huang to play together."

Following tong'er's eyes, Zhao Wanxi sees that at the end of the corridor and in front of the blue stone table under the Qionghua tree, Leng Yulin is standing like a pine, pacing with his negative hand, holding a book in his hand behind him. Although she is petite, her posture is elegant.

Oh! A boy seems to be more mature and masculine than before.

Instead of disturbing him, Zhao Wanxi turns around and goes to Joan's room to see her injury. In the morning, before going out, she prepares the medicine and gives it to the servant girl at the bottom.