Upon hearing what Shi Yi said, Mo Yunjing and An Xue Tang subconsciously looked at each other.

At this moment, An Xue Tang slightly narrowed her eyes and looked at Shi Yi, with a hint of doubt in her voice, "Didn't you just give him a portrait?"

"Well, but... Abbot Huaiyuan has already left through the back door with the portrait..."

An Xuetang was taken aback. What was going on with this old monk, Master Huayuan?

No, this Abbot was still a little strange. An Xuetang didn't know what she was thinking; she suddenly kicked her leg into the meditation hall.

Her sudden move startled both Mo Yunjing and Eleven, causing them to follow her inside.

The figure of the Abbot Huayuan was no longer to be seen in the zendo. The more mysterious this old man became, the more curious An Xuetang felt, and she longed even more to see that portrait again.

Thinking this, An Xue Tang raised her foot and jumped out the window. There was a path outside the window, and she quickly chased after it.

But before she could take a few steps, suddenly several monks rushed out from the front. They had serious expressions and were carrying sticks in their hands.

Five monks directly blocked An Xuetang's path. An Xuetang frowned and stared at them, "Five masters, what do you want by stopping me here?"

As soon as An Xuetang finished speaking, one of the five people, a monk, bowed to An Xuetang. His attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and at this moment, his expression was somewhat cold. He slowly opened his mouth to An Xuetang:

"Please, kind sir, return. This back mountain is a forbidden area for the Buddha's disciples. You should not enter."

Can't enter? <<<

An Xuetang narrowed her eyes, “But I want to go in and find Master Huai Yuan. Master Huai Yuan just went in a moment ago, if you tell me to go now, I might still be able to catch him.”

Whatever An Xuetang said, the monk remained expressionless. "The Master of Alms has gone into seclusion and will not come out for a month. If you have something to do, please come back in a month."

Should she have to wait another month?

What could possibly be so urgent that it requires such a hasty retreat? This Dharma Master who just arrived, even if he truly intends to retreat, must there be such haste?

What's so urgent?

An Xuetang pursed her lips. This Dharma Master was clearly dodging something, but what exactly was he avoiding? Avoiding her? Avoiding Mo Yunjing?

But didn't he just see Mo Yunjing not long ago? And she not only saw Mo Yunjing, but she even lent him a portrait of herself to look at. So why can't they meet again right now?

And is he even dodging? But why would he dodge her?

She clearly doesn't know this so-called Venerable Master who is begging for alms, does she? Why is he hiding from her?

Her mind was racing with questions, and An Xue Tang only felt a headache coming on. At this moment, she looked at the five monks blocking her path with a cold face:

"I want to see him right now. I know he's deliberately avoiding me, but the more he does this, the more I need to see him and get some answers today! I'm asking one last time, are you really going to keep stopping me?"

An Xuetang's tone had begun to sour, and a faint murderous aura emanated from her. However, the five monks remained impassive. "Don't make it difficult for us monks," they said.

To see them like this, determined not to give way... well, then she'd have no choice but to force her way through!

Thinking this way, An Xuetang's whole body grew cold. She clenched her fists tightly. Just as she was about to rush up and fight the five monks directly, Mo Yunjing and Eleventh appeared in time.

Mo Yunjing pulled her into his arms, lowering his voice, "Tangtang, don't be impulsive."

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