Yun Qi was stunned and quickly clasped his fists and apologized, "My subordinates were dereliction of duty."

He only cared about tracing the father and son's background and origin, but actually ignored the most basic things.

Fortunately, Your Highness is wise...

"No obstacle." The prince, who was wearing bright yellow, looked over and said indifferently, "Isn't it just that he deliberately fabricated a fake life experience that he doesn't want people to know or hide it?"

His dark pupils showed a little different stream of light. He tapped the table with a slender finger that was flawless than white jade, and suddenly asked softly, "You said just now that Wei Zhi and that child are now..."

"Thousand Buddha Temple." Yun Qidao.

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The back mountain of Qianfo Temple.

The back mountain has beautiful scenery, phoenix tails, and a clear stream pond. Occasionally, a few leaves fall slowly on it, giving it a peaceful Zen meaning that is not stained with worldly fireworks.

The "teenager" in a white brocade robe sat casually and lazily on a large bluestone.

The white lilac brocade has a very good texture. The mandala pattern is embroidered with golden silk thread on the hem, hanging down slightly, occasionally reflecting a dazzling golden light.

The faint golden light flashed across the short dagger held in the 'Young's slender hand, and turned and slashed with the light and flexible movements in his hand.

A wooden stick about two fingers thick and half a person long was slowly formed under the hands of the "Youth".

Become a wooden fork.

What is the purpose of this wooden fork?

The boy - Fenghua, had a faint but dazzling smile on his lips.

Slightly wilted and meaningful.

"...Dad, do we really want to grill for fish?" Xiaobao sat obediently next to Fenghua, holding his little face and watching his mother take out a small dagger, quickly peeling the wooden stick into a pointed long fork on its head, and then looking at the fish swimming in the clear stream.

"It must be true."

Fenghua answered very seriously.

After living in the temple for three days, eating vegetarian food every day, either steamed buns, white porridge or green vegetables and tofu. In a slightly more rude sentence, it is -

The bird was almost fading out of his mouth.

I took Xiaobao to wander around Qianfo Temple. I accidentally came to the back mountain and saw a lively and plump fish in the stream pond. It immediately turned into a series of cute and delicious dishes in Fenghua.

Braised steamed fried grilled fish...

She peeled the wooden stick of the forkfish, put it in the sheath and stuffed it around her waist, held the fork in one hand and looked at the lively fish, touched the little bun's head with the other, and smiled, "Xiaobao, will there be fish to eat soon, are you happy?"

Xiaobao nodded.

In fact, as long as he has something to eat, he will no longer be hungry. It is like white porridge and steamed buns every meal, and he didn't dare to think about it a month ago.

However, since his mother was so excited and eager to try, he couldn't interrupt the saying that it was not suitable for killing animals in a pure place in Buddhism, so he had to support it.

"Then Xiaobao is waiting here, and Dad will come back with two fish for you right away." Fenghua rolled up his sleeves and robe, took off his boots and silk stockings, and reminded the little buns.

Xiaobao's face is pink, but his tone is mature and steady. "Dad, be careful yourself. Be careful when the stones in the stream fall with moss. Xiaobao will take good care of himself."

"Um."

Fenghua Forkfish is of high skill, and the Buddhist place of Qianfo Temple does not kill animals. The fish in the stream water do not have the natural enemy of human foodie, and they all lose their vigilance against danger and remain motionless in the water.

One fork is accurate.

The wooden thorns penetrate the fish body accurately and accurately, stained with crystal water droplets, and were lifted up high.
Chapter completed!