Ye Qingyun has not returned to the mountain yet.

He was really anxious.

"Da Mao, let's go down the mountain and look for him."

"Woof woof!"

Guo Xiaoyun locked the courtyard door and headed down the mountain with Da Mao.

At this time, Ye Qingyun.

We did encounter some troubles.

He had bought some things and was going back to Fuyun Mountain.

As a result, a monk appeared out of nowhere and kept saying that he was some kind of Buddhist holy son and wanted to take him back to the Western Buddhism.

This confused Ye Qingyun.

I was perfectly fine, never became a monk, and never went to any temple to worship, so why did I become a Buddhist saint inexplicably?

This title sounds quite bluffing.

"Donor, this poor monk is really not a liar."

Monk Huikong clasped his hands together, stood in front of Ye Qingyun, and said anxiously.

Ye Qingyun was already on the verge of seizure.

He was pestered by this monk for two full hours.

From various Buddhist histories to the legend of the Buddhist Son, there are also various glorious achievements of Buddhism.

This monk Huikong kept chattering away without feeling tired at all.

Ye Qingyun said that everyone was stunned.

That's ridiculous.

"enough!"

Seeing that Monk Huikong wanted to chatter again, Ye Qingyun quickly stopped him.

Huikong was startled, then overjoyed.

"Is the donor planning to return to the ancient Xichan Temple with the poor monk?"

Ye Qingyun clenched his fists.

I really want to have sex on this bald head.

"I'll say it again, and I'll say it one last time!"

"I'm not the Buddhist saint you mentioned!"

"Don't talk to me about the Buddhist Qiqi anymore, I don't want to hear it!"

Ye Qingyun almost gritted his teeth and made a sound.

Then he walked past the monk Huikong.

Unexpectedly, monk Huikong followed him again.

Ye Qingyun was angry.

"Get out!"

He cursed at Monk Huikong.

Monk Huikong was not angry at all, and even showed a smile.

"It seems that the donor still doesn't believe the poor monk, so the poor monk will tell the donor about the legend of the Buddhist Holy Son..."

Ye Qingyun took a deep breath.

"You've been talking for so long, it's time for me to do the talking."

Huikong was startled: "What does the donor want to say?"

"Do you know why I don't want to go to some Western Buddhism school with you?"

"It's because there is no real Mahayana Buddhism there!"

Ye Yun said sharply.

Huikong shook his head repeatedly.

"This is impossible. There are thousands of Buddhist temples in our Western Region. How can there be no Mahayana Buddhism?"
Chapter completed!