Yan Qingrui couldn't help but look at the small wine jar that was warm in hot water.

Zhen Zi Yao smiled proudly and said, "This is your past and present life!"

There was a wave flashing in Yan Qingrui's heart, but her face was silent: "Demon God, what does this mean?"

Zhen Zi Yao smiled secretly, stretched out her fingers to her mouth, and said softly, "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed!"

Yan Qingrui: ""

Seeing her depressed expression, Zhen Ziyao smiled and said, "I'll give you two more words: when it's true, it's true, it's also false, and the true is not clear."

Yan Qingrui's eyes changed slightly. She was Yan Qingrui, and she was not Yan Qingrui. Therefore, when this sentence is true, it is also false, which refers to her identity? Now, she is using the original body and her own soul. In the eyes of outsiders, it is the original body. Therefore, the true and false are not clear at all?

Those two glasses of wine, the first glass is light and mellow. Although it is delicious, it disappears in a moment, like the original body, it does not attract attention when it exists, and no one knows when it dies?

Then, the glass of wine is spicy and bitter, her character, and the fragrance is sweet, is it her future life?

Now, although she lives freely and freely, she is not as fragrant and sweet as she is.

Zhen Ziye poured wine for himself again, but the small wine jar could only fill half a pound, but now he could not pour it out. He looked at the empty wine glass with some regret and said, "You don't have to see Monk Xuyun anymore. These monks Tianxuyun will not see outsiders. Ten days later, Bodhi Temple will open an altar, and he will give four signs of yi hexagrams. Those who are destined to be will. If you have any questions, go see him again and ask for a signing yi hexagram by the way, wouldn't that be nice?"

Not seeing a foreigner? Then he asked the little monk Yi to come to invite her again and again, and gave her a prescription for hidden poems?

Yan Qingrui could not believe him. He said, "Demon God, it is up to me to decide whether to see him or not. Just tell me which Zen room he lives in!"

Zhen Ziyao smiled and reached out to point Nanyi, saying, "Walk ten feet forward, turn around the corridor, walk straight, turn right, and finally the Zen room is. However, you must see it when you are destined to see it, and you cannot force it when you are not destined to see it. It will be useless if you go!"

Yan Qingrui didn't believe that he was so sensible. If she hadn't seen him speak humorously and seemed to have something in her words, she wouldn't have been delayed by him for so long.

Yan Qingrui immediately turned in the direction he pointed. He just met a monk and said something, meaningful. I wonder what kind of person Zen Master Xuyun was!

Seeing that she didn't listen to the advice, Zhen Ziyao insisted on going, so she shook her head and walked into the room next to her. Under the moonlight, her white clothes were floating, and she was full of the floating fairy spirit that was eclipsed from the earthly world.

After a while, he came back, but this time, it was no longer warm wine, but cooking tea.

Therefore, when Yan Qingrui saw nothing in Zen Master Xuyun's house and returned the same way, she saw him boiling the water in the furnace and making tea, and the fragrance of tea was everywhere.

Yan Qingrui was speechless. This monk didn't sleep at night, and he cooked wine and made tea. Is he a night owl?

Seeing Yan Qingrui come back, Zhen Zi Yao showed a big smile and said, "If you don't believe in the demon god's words, will you run away in vain?"
Chapter completed!