Next, Ji Liao used his sword energy to cut a rock into a stone table, covered with rice paper, and placed painting tools. He said, "Brother Zhu, make a portrait of Mei Sanniang so that her soul can be stored in it."

Zhu Yicai followed it happily. He noticed Mei Sanniang, who was already a female ghost for a moment, and then painted.

In an instant, a Mei Sanniang, who is both spiritual and physical, appears vividly on the paper.

Seeing this, Ji Liao smiled and said, "If anyone in the future knows Brother Zhu, it must be because of your painting."

Zhu Yicai stood with a smile and did not refute that he actually had a talent that ordinary people had never imagined in painting.

Ji Liao said to Mei Sanniang again: "You can enter this painting."

Mei Sanniang listened to Ji Liao's words and flew into the painting paper, but it could not be completely integrated into the painting. There was always a faint green air on the rice paper, floating on the surface.

Ji Liao smiled faintly, lifted the brush that Zhu Yicai had just put down from the stone table, and brushed several strokes on the rice paper. After a moment, snow and cold plums appeared. Ji Liao wrote inscription next to him again:

Several plum branches in the corner of the wall bloom alone in the cold.

I know it is not snow, but because there is a faint fragrance.

As Ji Liao added these to the portrait, the artistic conception of this painting was raised a little further, and the green spirit was completely integrated into the painting. Mei Sanniang inside was lifelike, and she had the charm of shining frost and snow. Zhu Yicai couldn't help but lit up.

He said: "I just drew Sanniang's ice skin and jade bones, but the master painted his charm, which was even better than me."

Ji Liao said softly: "Most of this painting is due to Brother Zhu, you don't have to praise me. There is another thing to entrust to you."

Zhu Yicai said: "Master, please tell me."

Ji Liao said: "I am not suitable to take this painting back to the temple, so I will keep it here for the time being. Remember not to lose it. Seven days later, when Mei Sanniang recovers her vitality, I will come. If something happens, you come to Lanruo Temple to look for me."

Zhu Yicai said: "Then should I tell Chunniang about Sanniang?"

Ji Liao pondered and said, "You can think about it yourself."

Zhu Yicai couldn't help but hesitate. After thinking about it, he should not tell Chunniang that it is a good idea. At least he had to wait until Master Ji said that Mei Sanniang would recover seven days later.

He nodded and said, "I remember everything the master said."

Ji Liao smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take you home."

Zhu Yicai only heard Ji Liao chant, "The good wind relies on its power to dream of Huaxu."

After hearing this, Zhu Yicai thought to himself: "This couplet is not working, and Master Leji is making a fool of himself again."

A breeze wrapped around him, making him a little confused. Soon he woke up slowly and found that he was already in his bedroom. The moonlight was pouring in water outside the window frame, and there were occasional insects chirping in the yard. Zhu Yicai only thought that what happened before was a dream.

Suddenly, I found a foreign object in my arms. I took it out and looked at it in the moonlight. It was the ancient portrait of Huang Ting Jing and Mei Sanniang. I realized that everything before was real, but Master Leji was afraid that he had already returned to Lanruo Temple.

After drinking and a series of things happened, Zhu Yicai couldn't help but feel sleepy like a tide, and then he fell asleep with his clothes. When it was dawn outside, Zhu Yicai was woken up by the crowing chicken. When he recalled yesterday, he took out the Huangting Sutra, lit a lamp, and began to recite the scriptures.

When he woke up, his hands and feet were cold. As he continued to recite the Huangting Sutra, his body became warm and comfortable. He knew that this sutra was working, so he became more and more vigorous.

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Two flowers bloom, each with one branch.

Ji Liao was reciting the scriptures. This was the morning class that all monks from Lanruo Temple had to do. After the morning class, Le Chen came to Ji Liao's side.

"I'll palpitations, I'll palpitations, I'll palpitations." Liao Chen called him three times in a row, but no response was made.

Moreover, Ji Liao's mouth opened and closed, and the sound of chanting scriptures continued to appear.

He couldn't help but touch his bald head helplessly. Le Chen knew that this guy was afraid of dozing off in the morning class again. He had to admire Li Ji's ability. He was obviously asleep and still recited the Buddhist scriptures. If he had this ability in the past, he would have been less likely to be beaten by the elders who were single-minded.

"It's on fire." Seeing that he couldn't wake him up, Le Chen attached himself to Ji Liao's ear and said loudly.

This time, Ji Liao woke up and said, "Extinguish the fire, put out the fire!"

I saw Ji Liao like a gust of smoke, and he brought a bucket of water from somewhere and poured it on Chen.

Le Chen said, "I didn't say it was my body that was on fire, why did you water me?"

Ji Liao put down the bucket and said, "Is that right? I think it's Senior Brother Chen, you are in a state of anger."

Le Chen said helplessly: "You are making a fuss about it again and deliberately come to make fun of me."

He shook his clothes, and soon white water vapor appeared on his body, and the monk's garment was steamed dry, which showed that his internal strength was very profound. Then Chen continued, "Forget it, I won't bother with you, I will ask you to see him."

Ji Liao said: "So that's it, so Brother Lichen, goodbye."

Le Chen muttered, "Every time I see you, I'm unlucky. Who wants to see you again?"

Ji Liao pretended not to hear it, and went straight to the meditation room where Yixin presided over the place. This was not the first time he had come here, so he was familiar with the door and pushed open the door.

Yixin, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone couch, said, "You won't knock on the door."

Ji Liao smiled and said, "You are in a hurry to find me, so I dare not delay it, so I save the step of knocking on the door. If you are unhappy, why don't I quit and knock in the door again."

Yixin hosted: "No need, I have a heavy responsibility to hand it over to you this time."

Ji Liao said: "You said."

Yixin presided over: "That's right, the new magistrate Nie is going to hold a grand party, I'll sign up for you."

Ji Liao coughed lightly and said, "Next time like this, you have to tell me in advance."

The Yixin host touched his long white eyebrows, tilted his head and looked at him, "Will you refuse?"

Ji Liao said: "No."

Yixin host smiled and said, "That's right, so how good it is to tell you directly like now. Do you see if you are very surprised or unexpected now?"

Ji Liao whispered: "I'm very scared."

"What did you say?" asked the chairman Yixin.

"I'm so happy." Although I was unhappy, Ji Liao kept smiling.

Yixin host nodded and said, "There are more happy things to tell you. I heard that this fairy meeting has a great reputation and is of great value. You must be the first name. The last time I went to see the monk's house you lived in was a bit leaking."

Ji Liao said: "The host wants to use lottery to repair my broken house, but that doesn't cost much money?"

Yixin hosted: "Don't think too much, I'm just sighing. I'm going to bring the lottery for this poetry meeting..."

Ji Liao said: "What are you doing?"

Yixin host touched the bald head: "I can't remember it, but..."

His subject changed again.

"But what." Ji Liao asked.

Yixin presided over and said, "It is definitely not used to repair the monk's house for you. Alas, your house is indeed dilapidated. I have lived in it for ten years."

“It’s eleven years.”

"Oh, since you've lived there for eleven years, you'll keep making do with it."

Ji Liao coughed and said, "Do you have anything to do?"

"It's gone."

Ji Liao said: "Or, I'll leave first."

Yixin hosted: "You hate me so much? I know that when people get old, they will definitely be disliked, but I am only fifty years old this year."

Ji Liao thought to himself: "Old monk, you told me ten years ago that you were only fifty years old. Look at your eyebrows and beard, and you said you are eighty or less."

Ji Liao felt sorry for his heart, but said, "I thought you were only forty years old when you were hosting. I think you could be the host for another forty years."

Yixin hosted, "You boy is indeed dissatisfied with me. You used to wish me a hundred years of life. Now you have to be forty plus forty, and you are only eighty years old. Do you want me to live twenty years less?"

Yixin host expressed his feelings again, saying that it was not easy to raise a small amount of time. That winter, it was snowing heavily, and he went through a lot of hardships to pick him up from the mountains.

Ji Liaoqiang held back his smile. He remembered everything he had since childhood, and the old monk wanted to fool him again.

On the surface, Ji Liao still listened seriously.

After accepting the past as Yixin hosted, Ji Liao was finally released by Yixin hosted as if he was amnesty.

After Ji Liao left, Elder Yiyi entered the house again, and his Zen room was next door.

Elder Yiyi said: "Senior Brother, are you really planning to make your palpitations and return to secular life?"

Yixin hosted: "Well, you also know that County Magistrate Nie is my nephew, and his daughter is very beautiful. This poetry meeting made Ji meet with my niece and granddaughter on a blind date. If it is appropriate, the marriage will be decided."

Elder Yiyi said, "I still can't bear to bear it."

Yixin host smiled and said, "He is not an ordinary person, and he cannot be a monk for the rest of his life. Do you still remember what kind of material was his swaddle clothes when we adopted him?"

Elder Yiyi said seriously: "Don't you be able to say this?"

Yixin host said, "I have always hoped that he would become a child, so I followed his wishes and did not make him a formal monk. After all, once you become a monk, it will be difficult to return to secular life, and it is easier to find something out."

Elder Yiyi said together: "I hope he can live a peaceful and happy life."

Although Ji Liao was far away, his ears had already heard the conversation between the two and thought to himself: "It turned out that he was arranging a marriage for me, but what is my identity in this life?"

This is not the first time he has realized that his origin is unusual, but the two of them have never explained the details.

Ji Liao didn't even get to the bottom of it. He felt that living a simple life was also a good choice. He understood even more that both monks actually thought about him very much.

Therefore, Ji Liao never thought of leaving Lanruo Temple.

But now it seems that Yixin is hosting and hopes that he will have children like an ordinary person and leave his bloodline.

However, it is still not appropriate to get married to the magistrate's daughter.

He can constantly reincarnate with memories, and past experiences have verified this point. Therefore, he does not want to experience such things again, so as not to make himself sad.

Now whenever he thinks of Gu Weirui and Xiao Ji Sheng, he feels a little sad.
Chapter completed!