Xizhou, a land full of mystery and tranquility.
The mountains here are undulating and shrouded in clouds and mist, and every peak seems to contain endless Buddhist and Taoist mysteries.
Buddhism and Taoism are prevalent in Xizhou, with most of them being Buddhist and Taoist sects, large and small.
Temples and Taoist temples are scattered among the mountains and rivers, with brilliant golden roofs and melodious bells.
The sound of chanting in the temple continues all day long, echoing between the valleys, giving people a sense of spiritual baptism.
Ye Chen and Xiao Wuhen drove the flying boat straight into Xizhou City, the heart of Xizhou, which is the most prosperous place in Xizhou.
The largest Buddhist sect in Xizhou, the Zen Ling Buddhist Sect, is located here. The flying boat landed at the gate of Xizhou city and two people jumped off the flying boat.
Xizhou City is majestic and magnificent, with ancient and thick city walls, exuding an ancient atmosphere.
Xiao Wuhen put away the flying boat, and the two walked side by side into the city.
Flying is prohibited in the city and entry is only on foot.
"Finally, it's here! My stomach is about to rebel!"
Ye Chen covered his stomach exaggeratedly, and his stomach made a gurgling sound in response.
After three months of wandering in the starry sky with nothing but wine, my mouth is dry.
"You only know how to eat. Aren't you afraid of eating yourself into a ball?"
Xiao Wuhen smiled helplessly.
"What's wrong with the ball? The ball is also a state of mind!" Ye Chen retorted righteously.
The two entered Xizhou City. The bustling crowds and a wide variety of goods made the city full of vitality.
There are shops on both sides of the street, and the sounds of hawking are heard one after another, making it very lively.
"Let's go, let's find a place to relieve our stomach first!"
Ye Chen couldn't wait to pull Xiao Wuhen and look around.
"Slow down, don't act like a starving ghost."
Xiao Wuhen staggered when he was pulled by him.
"Food is the most important thing for people!" Ye Chen smiled.
Ye Chen and Xiao Wuhen had just walked a few steps into Xizhou City when they saw a familiar figure in the bustling crowd.
In the middle of the street, there was a fair and handsome young monk. Yes, handsome, not handsome.
His handsomeness is hard to describe, and he is even a little charming.
He was so handsome that even the author typing in front of the screen felt ashamed of himself.
If I had long hair, I'm afraid thousands of girls would go crazy for me.
The young monk smiled and clasped his hands together, as if he had already anticipated their arrival.
The young monk, dressed in a moon-white robe, has an extraordinary temperament, which is out of tune with the noisy atmosphere of the surrounding city, just like a green lotus blooming in the mud.
The two walked straight forward.
Ye Chen walked around the young monk twice, looking him up and down, his eyes full of teasing.
"Amitabha, Mr. Ye, please don't look at me like that."
The young monk still had a smile on his face, "I don't have any spiritual stones to give to Mr. Ye."
Ye Chen crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes.
"Tsk tsk, I'm calling you Little Monk Mingyuan. How come you've become so handsome after not seeing you for ten years? It's such a shame for you to be a monk!"
After Ye Chen finished his last sentence, he raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sly smile.
"Master Mingyuan, ignore him. This guy is just like that."
Xiao Wuhen couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"You guy, your elbows are bent outwards."
Ye Chen glared at Xiao Wuhen, touched his chin, and looked at the young monk Mingyuan.
"I'm talking to Mingyuan. You're not waiting here just for us, are you? You know we haven't eaten yet, so you want to treat us to a meal?"
Xiao Wuhen shook his head helplessly. This Ye Chen really never forgot to take advantage of others wherever he went.
This young monk Mingyuan is a direct disciple of the Zen Ling Buddhist sect.
He is hailed as a rare Buddhist genius in a thousand years and is expected to take over as the next leader of the Zen Ling Buddhist sect.
Ten years ago, when Mingyuan went to Zhongzhou for training, he met Ye Chen and Xiao Wuhen.
At that time, Ye Chen was "robbing" the monks passing by.
Mingyuan passed by and wanted to influence Ye Chen to put down his butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot.
As a result, he was persuaded by Ye Chen's twisted logic and "donated" all the spirit stones on him to Ye Chen.
Later, the two met many times on the way to "rob".
After a few interactions, we became friends.
Mingyuan is also one of the few people who knows Ye Chen well.
Mingyuan thought to himself: "This Ye Chen is still so naughty, but it is also a pleasure to meet him again."
He knew that although Ye Chen looked unreliable, he was actually a man who valued friendship and loyalty.
"Amitabha,"
Mingyuan clasped his hands together and smiled slightly, "Of course. The two donors have come from afar, and I have been waiting here for a long time."
"Oh! Master Mingyuan knows we are coming?"
Xiao Wuhen narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a puzzled expression.
"The two benefactors have come in a high-profile manner in a flying boat. It's hard for me not to know."
Mingyuan nodded slightly, still with a faint smile on his face.
"So that's it!" Xiao Wuhen suddenly realized.
Ye Chen is heartless. He doesn’t care whether you know it or not. As long as someone treats you, it’s fine.
"Little monk Mingyuan, you are not going to treat us to a vegetarian meal, are you?"
He acted like a scoundrel and put his arm around Mingyuan's shoulders. He didn't want to eat vegetarian food.
Monk Mingyuan gently broke free from Ye Chen's embrace and clasped his hands together.
"Amitabha, Mr. Ye, please don't worry. If others come, I might offer them a vegetarian meal, but since Mr. Ye is here, I naturally cannot offer a vegetarian meal."
When Ye Chen heard this, his eyes lit up: "Haha, I knew you were nice, Mingyuan! Then let's go quickly, my stomach has been growling for a long time!"
Xiao Wuhen couldn't help but laugh when he saw Ye Chen's anxious look.
It seems that these three months of "wandering in the starry sky" have indeed made Ye Chen very hungry.
The two came to a restaurant called "Loulan Tavern".
The magnificent plaques and the buildings with carved beams and painted rafters are obviously very expensive.
The restaurant was filled with fragrance, and the noisy sounds of conversation and the clinking of cups were intertwined. The waiters were busy shuttling around.
After the three of them sat down, Ye Chen took the menu, his eyes shining, and ordered more than a dozen dishes in one breath.
"Give me one of each of this, this, and this!"
Soon, the waiters brought out the dishes one after another, which were delicious and mouth-watering.
"Wow! That looks good!"
Ye Chen's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Mmm! Delicious!"
Ye Chen's cheeks were puffed up like a hamster, and he murmured incoherently in admiration.
Xiao Wuhen ate much more politely, chewing slowly and carefully.
"Little monk Mingyuan, you should try it too."
Ye Chen picked up a piece of meat and put it in Mingyuan's bowl.
"Come, have a drink!" He poured another glass of wine for Mingyuan.
Mingyuan smiled helplessly, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the piece of meat, and slowly put it into his mouth with gentle movements.
He chewed slowly, feeling the deliciousness of the meat, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
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