Namo Amitabha

03

After waking up, he immediately went to the monk.

The monk caught the big demon and caused a sensation in the entire capital, so it was easy to find it.

When Feng Luo arrived, the man was refusing the emperor's reward and walking steadily, as if he was deaf to the discussions along the way.

Feng Luo looked at that person's indifferent and desireless face, and felt that the sense of familiarity was even stronger.

He followed the monk in the distance and walked out of the city. The man walked towards the ruined temple outside the city, and he still followed.

The monk stopped, his body still, his Buddhist beads were simple and unsophisticated, and his monk's clothes were not stained with dust.

"Why do you keep following?"

Sure enough, he had been discovered long ago, Feng Luo jumped out, and his hair tied with a golden ribbon waved in the air.

He raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Because I want to follow."

The monk turned his back to him, Feng Luo couldn't see his expression clearly, but he guessed that it shouldn't be so good-looking, thinking of this made him feel more comfortable.

The man's back only paused for a moment before continuing to walk towards the ruined temple, Feng Luo continued to follow with a smile on his face.

After entering the temple, he watched the monk clean up the surroundings, and sometimes he couldn't help but go up to help, and he would get a sad or happy look from that person. One thing, then look back ten times.

After the monk finished tidying up, he sat down and began to chant sutras with a very low voice.

Feng Luo was bored, so he started talking to him casually.

"Monk, where are you from?"

"Are you going back to your temple this time? Or where? Continue to subjugate demons?"

"I always call you Monk Monk, it doesn't seem very good, hey, what's your name?"

After several questions in succession, what responded to him was unmoving eye waves and a well-defined profile.

Feng Luo sighed, felt bored and turned to bed to rest, so he heard the sound of sutra chanting in his ear and stopped for a moment.

The chanting monk spit out two words: "Jiayuan."

The sound was like a bell being struck, breaking the silence of the room.

Feng Luo took a deep look at him, then laughed again for a moment, his brows and eyes crooked: "Jiayuan, it's a good name."