When Mu Changfeng learned that the monk was Qin Yiluo's elder brother, he was surprised and happy. "Today I have to meet a senior master, and it turns out that the fate is quite good. The younger generations are looking for masters, and on the one hand, they have important things to ask for, and on the other hand, it is for the Lord of Qin."

The monk nodded slowly, looked at Zhou Nianping, and said, "That day, you and I met at the first time in the Zhou family. You recognized me at a glance. Why is this?"

Zhou Nianping said: "I once saw a picture of "Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet" in the library of Wunu Gorge. Except for Qin Yiluo, you all gathered together to drink and enjoy the moon. I glanced at it, haha, my eyes almost fell out. Why is Qin Yiluo's elder brother's head gone? It's shiny and shiny. You can't be like this even if you shave your head, hahaha."

"Puchi." Mu Changfeng didn't want to laugh out loud out of respect for his elders, but couldn't help it for a while and said with a blushing face: "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you, but my senior brother is laughing at me without any restraint."

The monk was not angry, and his thoughts drifted away for a moment, and he remembered the long-standing sad past.

The "Mid-Autumn Night Banquet" was painted by his old father a year before Qin Yiluo's death.

Qin Yiluo was naturally on the painting. When she returned as the palace master, she used spiritual skills to eliminate her traces.

She was so resolute and resentful, and wanted to break up with the Xun family.

"Master?" Mu Changfeng said worriedly: "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" At that time, a gust of wind blew, and Mu Changfeng's white hair was flying. The monk suddenly seemed to have found a treasure, with a funny expression. He grabbed a strand of Mu Changfeng's white hair and said, "I am a young man. Why are you young young man looking premature? I see, there is no black hair, white, but very energetic."

Mu Changfeng said: "Young people will have abrupt words. Master, please don't be surprised. I have seen some temple hosts, but you really don't look like a practitioner."

"You are too cautious. I think what I am going to say is abrupt." The monk smiled heartily and said, "The monks in Lingyun Temple are not like practitioners, but they are all real practitioners. Cultivating virtue and self-cultivation is the essence of practice. There is a Buddha in your heart, a kind heart, compassion, and a vast number of sentient beings. What does it have to do with how many Buddhist scriptures you have read, whether you meditate day and night? What does it have to do with the word "good" when doing things? What does it have to do with whether you have greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, love and hate?"

Mu Changfeng felt quite enlightened, and he felt respectful naturally, and nodded and said, "The master is instructing me that I have received the teachings."

Zhou Nianping was extremely impatient and said, "Since the master is Qin Yiluo's biological brother, don't you know that there was a master of the Qin family who once set up a trap to kill people in Youhuang Mountain. Once the exorcist stepped in, the luck would be like my junior brother. Those who were not lucky would be killed?"

"I don't know." The monk shook his head and took out a pill from his sleeve and placed it in Mu Changfeng's tea, saying, "Drink it, it will help you restore your original appearance."

"My younger generation... can white hair recover to black hair?" Mu Changfeng was inexplicably excited, his voice trembling.

Since Fang Zhiqiang's plan, Mu Changfeng has always been willing to accept his fate before the old man was white. But after all, he had to accept it.

Suddenly, joy came from the sky, and unexpectedly, Mu Changfeng could not hide his joy.

Zhou Nianping said yo, saying, "Junior brother is going to say goodbye to the white hair. Don't, I haven't appreciated it enough. A white cloud is buckled on my head, how beautiful it looks."

Mu Changfeng glared at him, took a sip of tea, and felt extremely painful, and a fishy smell mixed in it, almost vomiting it out. In order to get rid of a head of white hair, he had to pinch his nose and force it down.

Zhou Nianping said: "Look at your expression, your eyes, nose, and eyebrows are squeezed together. What you are drinking is magical medicine, not arsenic, and good things that others can't grab, but they will be disgusted by you. Otherwise, I can spit it out with a punch."

Mu Changfeng said: "It's so bitter. I remember when I was a child, my senior brother gave me a bowl of Chuanxinlian Soup. It was already bitter. This medicine is several times bitter than Chuanxinlian Soup, and it also has a fishy smell."

"Tizure Lotus...Make soup?" Fang Zhiran looked at Zhou Nianping with a smile, and the monk also found it funny.

It turns out that the Five Elements Theory in Traditional Chinese Medicine believes that bitterness enters the heart. If you pick a leaf of the Piercing Lotus and put it in your mouth, you will immediately feel the unforgettable bitter taste, as if it is directly into your heart, so it is called Piercing Lotus.

Because the bitterness is unbearable, it is usually made into pills and wrapped with a layer of worm wax on it to prevent it from being difficult for patients to take it. It is rarely taken into decoctions.

Fang Zhiliang immediately guessed that Zhou Nianping had a prank at that time and deliberately slaughtered Xinlian Decoction to cure Mu Changfeng.

"Oh, I'm deliberately messing with me." Mu Changfeng knew what was going on when he saw Fang Zhiliang's expression. He was at the moment of his duty and was unwilling to argue with Zhou Nianping.

Zhou Nianping said: "The old monk must not know the strangeness of Youhuang Mountain, nor must he know that the Qin family had suffered a great disaster. Are you not Qin Yiluo's brother? You don't care about the life or death of her descendants at all?"

After saying that, he looked at Fang Zhiliang, his indignation was beyond words.

The monk suppressed the aching feeling in his heart and said, "Before his death, my sister repeatedly told people who take the immortal pill to disrupt the order of life and death. Once the time comes, they will be punished by God. Only by accumulating great merits may you escape a disaster. My sister guided me to come here. For 1,500 years, I have been protecting the water seed beast and the mountain-protecting beast. I occasionally went to the town to treat patients and came back soon. The world outside was full of storms and clouds, and I didn't know anything about it."

"It's too exaggerated." Zhou Nianping changed his face faster than reading books. Not long ago, he smiled happily at the monk, just like a reunion of old friends. In the blink of an eye, he was already quite fierce and evil. "Can you escape the disaster by accumulating virtue? Who among the three founding ancestors of my Yulong Pavilion did not accumulate virtue and do good deeds? As a result, he didn't even stay a whole body."

The monk was about to explain carefully, and Zhou Nianping's ugly words popped out like a cannon: "What kind of divine beast, tiger, leopard, dog, bear, bird, fish, insect, grasshopper? You protect a beast, and your merits are greater than those of my three founding ancestors? Qin Yiluo is famous for his tricks, and you are famous for bragging?"
Chapter completed!