"My little master, do you know Master Jinghui?" Huo Xue almost searched all the temples in the East Province. After hearing the name of Master Jinghui, the young monks wrinkled and looked at each other for a long time but couldn't find out why. The older monk shook his head, indicating that he was not sure about his whereabouts.

The monk in front of him looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, so he probably wouldn't know where Master Jinghui was.

Unexpectedly, a light flashed in the bright eyes of the young monk holding an umbrella, "Is the donor Huo Xue?"

Huo Xue's eyes stagnated and her lips opened.

"You know me?"

When the young monk with beautiful eyebrows and eyes heard this, he chuckled. His voice was quiet and gentle. He heard it as if another stream flowed through his heart, "Junior Brother Yanshan, Master specially asked me to go down the mountain to pick you up."

"Master Jinghui knows I'm coming?"

Huo Xue's expression showed great surprise. She had lived for more than 20 years and had not yet experienced such evil things. She had been looking for this East Province for more than three weeks. How could he know that he would definitely pass by this second of this day?

Who knew that when the little monk heard this, he glanced at the corner of his lips, and his eyes became even more profound and he did not answer again.

It was raining heavily, but Huo Xue felt as if she had met the bright sunny sky. She asked quickly, "What do you call me the little master?"

"My monk's Dharma name is Yanxin." He bent slightly and clasped his hands together.

Yan Xin is a little novice monk with beautiful eyebrows and round eyes. He is only fifteen years old, with clear and harmonious eyes, gentle and friendly language, and is very easy to get along with.

"Yanshan, you and I will go to the pharmacy first." When the two passed by a traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy, Yanxin took Huo Xue in.

Huo Xue frowned and asked, "Why does Master Yanxin always call me Yanshan?"

"Junior brother, Yanshan is the Dharma name given to you by Master, called Shi Yanshan. The word Yanshan is the generation. Since I am the same generation as me, I can call my Dharma name, and I can do it. Don't add the word "Master"." Yanxin chuckled, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and he explained patiently.

Huo Xue frowned his eyebrows slightly, and then quickly said, "I don't mean to be a monk."

"The temple also accepts lay disciples, so there is no need to worry about Yanshan." Yanxin turned out the medicinal materials in the cloth bag in his hand, and skillfully greeted the shopkeeper, then smiled and bent his eyebrows, "Besides, Yanshan's hair is already very short, and even if you are an authentic Buddhist disciple, you don't need to shave it again for the time being."

Huo Xue subconsciously touched his short buzz cut that had been a little longer and did not speak anymore.

After checking the bags, the boss did not directly take money from the counter to Yanxin. Instead, he slowly moved out a bag of heavy rice from a cabinet and put it on the table. Hearing the words of the two, he asked happily.

"Mr. Yanxin, Master Jinghui is finally willing to join the disciples in the room?"

"Amitabha, this is my junior brother Yan Shan." Yan Xin clasped his hands together, bent his waist slightly, and explained to the store owner.

The boss quickly stretched his fingers out, raised them to his chest, bowed slightly, lowered his head slightly, and bowed to Huo Xue, "Amitabha, Master Yanshan, hello."

Huo Xue frowned slightly, and replied with a greeting like they did, "Hello."

She searched all over the East Province but couldn't find Master Jinghui. After three weeks, she suddenly dreamed and turned around but found that she had disappeared from the monk. This feeling was very subtle and Huo Xue could not describe it.

After changing the medicinal herbs, Yan Xin held the bag of rice in his hand and was about to carry it on his back. Huo Xue frowned when he glanced at his slender and narrow eyes.

"Yanxin, why don't I help you get it?"

Yan Xin smiled and easily carried the whole bag of rice on his shoulders, "Junior brother, if you are not tired later, please help me carry it."

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When they left the town and walked on the rugged mountain road, Huo Xue completely understood the meaning of Yanxin's words.

The mountain road is rugged and there are no regular square stone stairs. The road used to pave the road is completely filled with bumpy and irregular rocks. Such a road paved with irregular shapes does not lead to the highest like the one in Bei Shaolin. The mountain road here is very difficult to walk, and it has rained just now, and there are many moss on the stones, so you may fall to the bottom of the mountain if you accidentally fall.

Even Huo Xue, who had passed through various dangers, had to look carefully at the stones in front of him, while the little shady monk Yanxin, carrying a bag of rice weighing dozens of kilograms, was able to walk as fast as a flying person, and was as clever and convenient as humans. He was wearing a pair of Arhat shoes, as if he was about to fly at every step.

Such a gap forced Huo Xue to look at him with admiration. Yan Xin looked young and young, but her ability was indeed much better than her. The twenty kilograms of rice on her back seemed to have only one extra pocket for Yan Xin and did not have any impact on his actions.

Huo Xue tried to keep up with his pace, but was always thrown far behind. Moreover, she had to pay attention to the smooth stepping stones covered with mud and moss from time to time. When she was tired of walking, Huo Xue couldn't help but recall the scene just now: If she had taken the initiative to carry the bag of rice on her back, maybe most of the rice had been sprinkled.

Thinking of this, Huo Xue couldn't help but lower her head and smile.

Sure enough, I shouldn't be entrusted casually.

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