Wuchen smiled, stood up, and again strung the Buddha beads back to his wrist. "I promised the abbot elder martial brother to become a monk and become a Buddhist. I'm afraid I won't be lucky to go with young master Yan in this life."

"It's getting late. Young master Yan has an early rest."

Dustless nodded to the boy and turned to walk in the direction of the bedroom.

Yantao raised his eyebrows. Well, it failed to dig the foot of the wall.

Little seven jumped and walked: Master, it's amazing that Wuchen can reincarnate for three generations.

Yantao smiled softly: the world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders.

She was also surprised to see the inheritance left by Chen Tuan's flying rise.

Now, it's no surprise.

Young master Yan patted the dust on his trousers and went back to the guest room to have a rest.

*

The next day, morning.

Young master Yan woke up early.

Qingyang temple is far away from the world of mortals. It lives on the top of the mountain. It is full of aura. Even the air is much fresher than the other places.

When Wuchen went out, he saw the young man in white sitting in the hospital, his thin lips moving, and the wisps of aura introduced into his body.

The young man's excellent appearance is even more ethereal, as if he is really a God.

Yan Tao put his thumb on his middle finger, half closed his peach blossom eyes, slowly restrained his aura, gently exhaled a mouthful of turbid qi and stood up.

"Good morning."

Wuchen made a Buddha ceremony and smiled gently.

He also had just finished his morning class and was still holding a Buddhist Sutra in his hand.

"Brother Wuchen! Brother Wuchen!"

Qingling jumped and ran in, directly jumped on Wuchen and hugged his thigh. "Grandpa told you to eat."

"And a beautiful brother!"

Dustless picked up Qingling with one hand and smiled, "your beautiful brother has a name, Yantao. Remember to change his name later, you know?"

"Also, the word beauty can't be used on boys."

Qingling pretended that I didn't hear anything and smiled and hugged Wuchen's neck.

The little head rubbed against his neck.

Qingyangzi had already been waiting at the dinner table, followed by Lian Feng.

Yan Tao sat down with Wuchen.

After breakfast, qingyangzi still has a Dharma to do. Let's go first.

Lian Feng: "Yan Shen, I'm going to go to m country with Sri an this afternoon. I'll take you back first."

"OK."

Dust-free gently raised his eyebrows, "I'm with you."

Even Feng was a little surprised. He just looked at the dust-free eyes, but he didn't say anything.

When they arrived at Qin's house, it was already more than eleven o'clock.

Sri an had been waiting at Qin's house for a long time. He was relieved to hear Yan Tao's return.

Although the president has responded to them, they have witnessed the boy's publicity, coldness and mysterious ability.

I still have no bottom.

Now that Yantao is back, I must be with them.

This task is finally completed.

Yantao sat down and did the first thing.

Ask Master Qin where Qin Zong is going.

Qin Yi stared: "hum!"

Yantao... Meow meow?

Why did the old man look at her with a reproachful look.

Qin Yi thinks of his baby great grandson who was drunk last night. The more he sees Yantao, the more unhappy he is.

Another cold hum!

Yantao!!!

What does the old man want?!

Srian hurried over, greeted Yan Tao with a smile, and said, "please rest assured, master Yan, the special plane is ready long ago and won't cause you any trouble."