Whenever he didn't notice Ling Luoyu's strangeness, he continued to chatter: "In the past, Master Zhao would sometimes come to incense and talk to the host master. In recent years, he has been in poor health and he has come once every two years. It's been a long time since..."

Zhao family!

The first person to build a temple!

Then, they must know something!

Otherwise, it would not be good, and he would pay to build the temple, or even become a monk, and devote his whole life to the temple.

"Ling donor?"

Ling Luoyu said nothing, and got up.

"I think your tea soup is already cold, how about... give you a change?"

"Thanks!"

Whenever he took the soup bowl, he soon sent a bowl of hot soup and tea.

He is also very happy if he has something to do, but it is not heavy.

"Ling Shizhu, I saw your master just now, and he seems to be dozing off over there, so you can rest assured."

"Oh, what about the others?"

"They... they didn't see it!"

Anyway, he only paid attention to Bu Shenglian, but did not pay attention to the traces of other people.

"Then, should I help you find them again?"

"No need," Ling Luoyu quickly took his wrist and sat down.

This little monk is really sincere.

Say one is one.

No wonder you have to be bullied.

"You sit down and we talk, the right is to be lazy... If your seniors dare to talk about you, I will speak for you..."

Her warm smile warmed Fan's heart.

"Ling Shizhu, thank you so much... no pilgrim has treated me so well..."

"Actually, we are helping each other..." Ling Luoyu smiled and said, "When the master of our family comes over, don't you also help me speak nice things? I should help you."

"That's how it is said, but a good person like you is really rare..."

Good people!

Ling Luoyu was ashamed of being said.

The word good person is too long for her.

She can't remember the last time she was purely doing good deeds.

It seems that it was a long time ago.

This time, I just wanted to use Fan to find out more about the secret past of Treasure Box City.

Seeing Fan's eyes, Ling Luoyu felt that he was a bit guilty.

"As long as the little master, if... if you have a chance, will you be vulgar?"

"Return to vulgarity?" Fan was taken aback.

Obviously, he never thought about such a problem.

"Yes, if you have a chance, do you want to stay in the temple for the rest of your life, or enter this dunya and live another life?"

"I"

Fan was silent for a while.

Ling Luoyu sighed lightly: "Although the life in the temple is very bitter, maybe this life is the kind of mediocrity like boiled frogs in warm water, without any color, but your life is very stable. Control the rhythm, and when you take that crucial step and become a man in the world..."

She turned her eyes, looked at him faintly, and smiled.

"Perhaps, you will experience all kinds of life, both ups and downs... And, from then on, your world will be full of twists and turns, ups and downs, and life may not be complete again..."

Although the life of a monk in the impoverished monastery is mediocre, but it can be lifeless and peaceful.

Even though the outside world is wonderful, it may only be a flash in the pan, only a moment of extravagance.