The real daughter of the group pet is actually a Taoist boss

The car stopped outside the airport.

Jing Jiayan got out of the car with the Begonia flowers in her arms, and Chu Luo followed.

Just as he was about to wave goodbye to Huo Xiaoming, Huo Xiaoming grabbed his wrist.

With a little force, he pulled Chu Luo back.

Chu Luo looked at him in astonishment.

"I also wear perfume today."

Chu Luo nodded, "I smell it."

"Does it smell good?"

"Ah."

Compared with Chu Luo's eyes dodging yesterday, today's her complexion is as usual among people coming and going, nothing unusual.

Huo Xiaoming rubbed her wrist involuntarily with his fingers, and let go of her hand the next second, "We'll have dinner together when you come back."

Chu Luo nodded, "Okay."

"go in!"

Before they finished talking, Jing Jiayan had already stepped forward and grabbed Chu Luo's hand, pulling her away, saying as she walked, "Hurry up, we're going to be late for boarding."

Huo Xiaoming: "..."

Halfway through, she turned her head provocatively, raised her eyebrows at Huo Xiaoming, and stuck out her tongue at her.

Huo Xiaoming: "..."

At this moment, he suddenly understood the meaning of what Cheng Yuan told her about Du Wei.

Ningcheng.

Jingtai Temple.

Jingtai Temple is an old temple with a history of hundreds of years, and many legends have been handed down. Even today, many dignitaries come to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.

The most famous thing in Jingtai Temple is the koi raised in the Marriage Pool.

There are rumors that the koi in the marriage pool of Jingtai Temple is very efficacious, and you can get a good marriage just by asking.

Even on weekdays, the daily flow of people in Jingtai Temple is still very impressive.

Looking at the people queuing up to buy tickets, Jing Jiayan clicked her tongue twice, "There are still so many people."

After buying tickets, the two entered Jingtai Temple.

Jing Jiayan looked left and right, "I haven't been back for so many years, and I've changed a lot."

She only sighed, and pulled Chu Luo to walk in one direction, "The Lingquan is in this direction."

After walking for a few minutes, an iron gate blocked in front of him.

Jing Jiayan frowned, "Why is it locked?"

She lowered her head and glanced at the crabapple flowers in her arms, "It doesn't matter, let's sneak in!"

"Two benefactors, this is not a place for tourists. The tourists written above stop, please leave."

A soft and waxy voice came.

The two turned their heads and saw a young monk of four or five years old, clasped his hands together, and said to them very politely.

"Two benefactors?"

The little monk took a few steps towards them, and suddenly stopped, his little eyes widened, "Monster!"

He pointed at Jing Jiayan with an attacking posture, "Monster, what are you doing in our Jingtai Temple?"

Jing Jiayan tilted her head and said in a low voice: "When I left, there were no young monks in this Jingtai Temple? Why can young monks be raised in the temple now?"

"Didn't you say that children are not allowed to become monks?"

"He's not a monk. He's an orphan. Because of his destiny with Buddha, he was adopted by a temple. He still has to go to school when he's older."

"Return to the uncle without a teacher."

"Ahh! Don't call me a dharma name! I'm neither a nun nor a monk, so why would you give me a dharma name!"

Jingchen clasped his hands together and said with a slight smile, "The abbot knew you two were coming, so he specially ordered me to pick you up."

Jing Jiayan frowned tightly when she heard the word abbot, "I don't want to go. I just came to pour some spiritual spring water for the Begonia flowers."

Although Jingchen was smiling all over her face, her attitude was very firm, "The abbot welcomes you."

Jing Jiayan let out a sigh of relief, hugged the Begonia flower and followed behind Jing Chen weakly.

Chu Luo looked at Jing Jiayan, "Uncle Master?"

Jing Jiayan said helplessly: "I have been cultivating in Jingtai Temple for hundreds of years, and it was not until more than 100 years ago that I was able to barely transform into a human form, but the human form is unstable, sometimes the original form and sometimes the human form."

"Then I was seen by the monks in the temple and gave me a dharma name."

She looked disgusted, "I'm neither a monk nor a nun, as I said at the time, I don't like this name."

She complained softly, her face full of anger.

"Then they called me Master Uncle! Hey!"

She sighed heavily.

That's why she didn't want to come back.

All the way to the door of the abbot, after Jing Chen knocked on the door, he pushed the door open, "You two, please!"

Chu Luo and Jing Jiayan walked in, and saw a monk in cassock and holding a Buddha string sitting cross-legged in the middle.

Hearing the sound, the monk opened his eyes. He stood up and folded his hands towards Chu Luo, "Xiu Ning, abbot of Jingtai Temple, has met the leader of Xuanmen."

Chu Luo said softly: "The abbot doesn't need to be too polite, we are here to ask for something."

Abbot Xiu Ning had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, his eyebrows and beard were white, but he looked like he was in his 40s or [-]s. He said, "There are many pilgrims and tourists in the temple, and there are also many children, so the Lingquan is closed."

Jing Jiayan hugged the Begonia flower, "Xiu Ning, you are not as good as your master! Your master's ability can cover the entire Jingtai Temple at that time, it is impossible for Jingtai Temple to have an accident."

"Master's Dharma is profound, so I can't compare to it."

Xiu Ning looked up at Jing Jiayan again, with a loving smile on his face, "Is everything okay outside, Master?"

"Don't call me Uncle Master!" Jing Jiayan said helplessly, but she still answered the question honestly, "Okay! Of course! You have also seen that I am following the leader of Xuanmen now, can it be okay?"

She held up the crabapple flower, "Can you take us to Lingquan first, this crabapple flower is so pitiful, it finally bloomed and was picked by someone."

The most important thing is the few small dumplings in the family. When they cry, it is really... the sound of magic.

"nature."

Xiu Ning personally took Chu Luo and the others to Lingquan, which was just a bowl-sized mouth with clear spring water gushing out from it.

As soon as Jing Jiayan saw the Lingquan, she couldn't wait to introduce it to Chu Luo, "I was coiled on this tree at the time, and when Biankong was not paying attention, I slipped down to drink the Lingquan."

"Biankong is the previous abbot of Jingtai Temple. He was very powerful. He became abbot when he was a teenager. He was very boring and didn't like to talk. It's a pity that he died too early."

Speaking of the past, Jing Jiayan shook her head and sighed.

She squatted down and watered the crabapple flowers with a ladle beside her, saying, "Good luck to you! You can absorb the spiritual spring openly, unlike me, who was hit by Biankong's Buddhist beads from time to time."

Chu Luo glanced at Abbot Xiu Ning. Abbot Xiu Ning clasped his hands together and nodded to Chu Luo, but didn't say much.

Chu Luo also stopped asking questions.

Becoming an abbot at a young age can only show that the Dharma is profound, but people who practice Buddhism have a long life, so how could they be short-lived.

Chu Luo looked at Jing Jiayan who was muttering quietly, and her heart sank.

Xiu Ning seemed to see Chu Luo's thoughts, and said: "Everything has a cause and effect, the ancestor has no regrets!"

"No regrets? What no regrets!" Jing Jiayan raised her head in confusion, "Who has no regrets?"