Shi Junfozi suddenly came back to his senses, he took a deep breath, and then said softly: "We are hosting, we want to see you."

"Host?" Ye Hao was taken aback for a moment, "You and your teacher can't handle the matter of your Xiaofeng Temple?"

Shi Junfozi smiled and said, "Young Master Ye, you are right."

"Whether we can handle it or not, but the abbot of our Xiaofeng Temple, Master Yuan Hui, is the master of Xiaofeng Temple."

"His attitude in the past has always been ambiguous, and today he rarely wants to see you, Young Master Ye."

"As a disciple of the Buddha, I can only have a thick skin to ask for an audience."

Ye Hao was still a little surprised when he saw Master Yuan Hui.

In his cognition, the abbot of Xiaofeng Temple should be an eminent monk after all.

But what Ye Hao saw was an ordinary old man.

He was wearing the ordinary clothes of the people outside the Great Wall, holding a longbow in his hand, and was bending the bow and shooting arrows.

When the arrow feathers flew out, there was always the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in the dense forest in the distance.

With Ye Hao's eyesight, it is easy to see that besides the goshawk, there are also some cats that should be insanely flexible on the ground.

From this point, it can be seen that Master Yuan Hui, the abbot of Xiaofeng Temple, is not only powerful, but also not the kind of monk who smiles every day as everyone imagined.

Ye Hao did not disturb his daily life, but squinted and looked indifferently.

"Young Master Ye, I'm sorry."

Shi Junfozi was apologetic at the moment.

"What does my host say, these years, I don't like to stay in Xiaofeng Temple, but after leaving the temple's affairs to me, I came to this hunting ground outside the Great Wall to live in seclusion."

"Besides, if he didn't look for us, we wouldn't be able to find him."

"According to his temperament, he won't talk to anyone until the bag of arrows is finished."

Ye Hao smiled, it didn't matter too much, but picked up the purple sand teapot on the table and brewed it, without any intention of treating himself as an outsider.

Shi Junfozi watched this scene hesitating to speak, Ye Hao picked up the purple sand pot, which was the host's favorite mouthful, and he would be furious if anyone dared to touch it.

but now

Shi Junfozi watched his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, so he acted as if he didn't see it.

After all, neither of these two people can be offended by themselves.

"Ugh�"

Just when Ye Hao picked up the purple sand pot and started making the first brew of tea, there was a sound of piercing through the sky in the distance, whistling from far to near.

An arrow feather arrived in an instant like lightning.

Hearing this sound, Shi Junfozi rolled down subconsciously. His movements were standard and martial arts were superb, but it was unavoidable that there was a bit of a homeless dog, with the smell of rolling and crawling.

But Ye Hao didn't feel anything at all, he just made tea by himself, even picked up the teacup, shook his head and took a sip.

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