After I entered the book, I was entangled by the heroine's abstinence white moonlight

Chapter 260 Lost?

The courtyard was filled with incense and bustling with people.

Chu Yan walked into the main hall, looked at the solemn and majestic Buddha statue in front of him, walked forward slowly, picked up three bamboo incense sticks in his left hand and lit them on the candle flame.

He held the incense sticks to eyebrow height and bowed three times to the Buddha statue. His usually indifferent eyes were now unusually serious.

He looked up at the Buddha statue and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that his Xixi could wake up.

Although he did not believe in gods and Buddhas, at this moment he hoped that gods and Buddhas really existed.

In the Zen room on the other side.

An extremely old monk with white eyebrows, wearing a bright red cassock, sat cross-legged on a cushion with his hands hanging down and brows lowered, his palms clasped together.

Suddenly, the old monk slowly opened his eyes and murmured, "Today, the destined one has arrived!"

He called out to the young monk next to him, "Little novice monk, go to the main hall and invite that destined person over."

The young monk was puzzled when he heard this, "Master, who is that destined person?"

"The noble person I see at first sight is my destined one." The old monk said slowly.

The young monk nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, Master, I'll go right away."

In the main hall,

After Chu Yan finished worshipping, he stepped forward and inserted the incense into the incense burner. He turned to look at the little monk beside him and asked calmly,

"Hello, I'd like to ask if Master Jikong is here? I'd like to visit him."

Hearing this, the young monk shook his head and said, "Sorry, benefactor, our abbot is in meditation and should not be disturbed."

As soon as the words fell, Chu Yan's face darkened instantly, and he opened his mouth to say something.

At this time, a young monk came forward, looked at Chu Yan carefully, and then said,

"Sir, you are looking for the abbot, right? Please follow me." He turned around and led the way.

Chu Yan looked at the little monk, frowned slightly, and followed behind.

After passing through several corridors and courtyards, the two stopped outside a meditation room. The young monk called out, "Master, I've invited someone here."

"Well, donor, come in." The abbot said slowly in a hoarse voice.

Chu Yan walked in with a cold expression, looked at the old monk with a kind face sitting on a low chair, and nodded to him.

"Donor, please take a seat." The abbot pointed his hand towards the opposite side of the tea table.

"Thank you."

Chu Yan walked forward and sat opposite him. He lowered his eyes and saw the steaming tea in the cup on the table. Thinking of what the little monk had just said, he looked across at him thoughtfully.

The monk seemed to know that he would come today and was waiting for him.

"Donor, have a cup of tea and calm down." The abbot's voice was old but steady and powerful.

Chu Yan reached out and picked up the teacup and took a sip. The mellow taste and rich tea aroma filled his taste buds.

The elegant fragrance of the tea leaves miraculously soothed his inner anxiety, making him feel extremely calm and peaceful.

"Good tea!" Chu Yan put down the teacup and nodded in praise.

He looked at the abbot, and was thinking about how to talk about Nanxi, when the abbot spoke first.

"Donor, I already know what you want to ask."

Hearing this, Chu Yan frowned, "Master, do you know what I want to ask?"

The abbot smiled faintly, "If I didn't know, why would I let the novice monk invite you?"

He continued with a look of understanding, "Don't worry, the donor just got lost. It's not a big deal."

"Lost?" Chu Yan frowned and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

When the abbot heard this, he did not answer. Instead, he looked at Chu Yan with a kind face, pointed at the incense bag on the table, and slowly said to himself,

"Take this incense back and put it under your pillow. She will find a way out."