Huizhi stepped out of the Main Hall, looked at Chen Mengtian and others, and swept to Xuanjue and Qingyuan who were back.

He spoke to the disciples behind him, "Zi Ming, Zi Shan, you will take all the donors to the backyard and settle down."

Two disciples stood up from behind and combined their hands with Huizhi, "Yes, host."

The two disciples came to Chen Mengtian and his group, "Amitabha, please move on, donors."

Chen Mengtian did not move, but stared at Jiang Zebei silently.

Faced with this stubborn and persistent gaze, Jiang Zebei pinched the Buddhist beads in his hand.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, turned around and nodded slightly to Huizhi, then took Chen Mengtian's hand and walked towards the backyard.

Ning'er and An'er, who were eating osmanthus cake, saw this and held hands and kept pace with their mother and father.

Zhuque, Shi Yi, Secret Guard and others, quickly followed.

The team of dozens of people left, leaving Huizhi and several disciples behind him, as well as Qingyuan who was left in place.

Huizhi waved to the disciples behind him, and the people left quickly.

Qingyuan saw that the face was expressionless, his eyes fell into a quiet look, and walked forward and gently lowered his head to Huizhi, "Support."

"Oh! This day is coming after all."

Listening to the sigh of Huizhi's host, Qingyuan kept his indifferent expression, as if nothing could affect him.

Huizhi glanced at him, "When I saved you, I knew you were a member of the Wu tribe. You have been very responsible over the years. I also know that you and the Wu tribe convey information. You are a good child. If you leave in the future, you should keep your true heart. Don't be harmful to others."

Qingyuan lowered his eyes and his pupils shrank slightly, but his face was as indifferent as before.

Seeing this, Huizhi sighed in a low voice, turned around and walked into the Main Hall.

Listening to the sound of footsteps leaving, Qingyuan then raised his eyes and looked at the back of the host who had already gone away.

Is he a good person?

This sentence made Qingyuan fall into self-deprecating. If he was a good person, the ghost aura in his senior brother would not be completely integrated with the flesh and blood.

Between his mother and his senior brother, he chose the former.

Qingyuan withdrew his gaze and turned to face the huge temple of Dayin Temple. He looked up gently and stared at a crescent moon in the sky.

Is my mother now watching the same crescent moon as him?

I haven't given the blood they want for so long, so how could my mother suffer?

After thinking about it, Qingyuan shook his head and laughed. His mother was a saint, and no one dared to attack his mother.

Moreover, those people targeted the blood on the senior brother's body, his traces, or the holy son.

Qingyuan's fair and thin face showed a sad and melancholy expression.

He lowered his head silently, closed his eyes and twisted the Buddhist beads, and whispered the Dharma that calmed his mind.

...

On this side, Chen Mengtian, Ning'er, An'er, Zhuque, Shiyi and others were taken to the quiet backyard of Dayin Temple.

When entering the yard, Jiang Zebei asked Ziming and Zishan to leave, and he personally took Chen Mengtian and others into the backyard.

After coming to the room, Jiang Zebei lit the candles in the house and turned to look at Chen Mengtian beside him. "When I leave, I will ask the people from the temple to bring vegetarian food, which are all vegetarian. You and the children will eat some first."

"Well, where are you going?" Chen Mengtian asked.

"I'm going to meet the host and want to tell him something."

"Can you come back tonight?"

Jiang Zebei no longer spoke, stared at the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Chen Mengtian smiled when she saw this, and she shouted, "Aze."
Chapter completed!