"Zhang Yueshan, Zhang Shixiong?" Fu Zhenzhen's face turned pale, her eyes gleaming with a terrifying light, as if she had misheard and was asking again in search of one last shred of hope.

  The Taoist vaguely felt that something was strange, but he was a monk and didn't think about the entanglement of men and women for the time being: "Zhang Yuanshan is one of the seven sons of the real Wu school in this generation. Although he is only ranked at the end, he is also highly valued. If you want to get married, only he can satisfy the Song family."

  He thought it was necessary for both of them to suspect Zhang Yuanshan as a marriage partner.

  Meng Qi beside him wanted to stop him from answering, but it was already too late.

  "Alright, alright." Zhu Zhenzhen turned around listlessly and left the group, heading in a different direction towards the outskirts of the city.

  She unknowingly used her lightness skill, swift as a startled swan, as if wanting to throw this unacceptable fact behind her mind.

  At this time, Meng Qi certainly couldn't climb the mountain by himself, so he sighed and cast "Capture Wind and Shadow", chasing after him.

  The rest of the team stared at them in surprise, unable to understand what had happened. Some speculated that the two had a quarrel, while others thought it was related to Zhang's inadequate hospitality.

  The Taoist frowned and muttered to himself: "Could it be that Zhang's young son has gotten into some romantic entanglement?"

  Really true, seeing mountains and crossing mountains, seeing water and crossing water, running wildly in the wilderness, completely unaware of where to go, just subconsciously wanting to escape.

  Meng Qi followed her silently, not going forward to persuade her. In this situation, he really didn't know what to say, so he could only follow quietly and prevent any accidents, also fulfilling his duty as a small partner.

  After running for a long time, Fu Zhenzhen finally exhausted her physical strength, slowed down, and got slower and slower. In front of her was a quiet little hill with a temple vaguely visible on it.

  She covered her face with both hands and made a sobbing sound. Meng Qi sighed, but still decided to go up and persuade her a few words. Without her lover, she still had family and teachers, don't be self-destructive.

  Suddenly, a solemn drumbeat entered the ears of the two people.

  Right!

  After the drumbeat, there is a deep and distant bell sound, as if it resonates in everyone's heart, washing away worries and troubles.

  Fu Zhen's whole body shook, his hands slipped down, and he stared blankly in the direction of the bell sound. He took a step forward, following the stone steps up the small hill, tracing the source of the bell sound.

  Meng Qi shook his head and followed slowly, organizing his words in his mind and thinking about how to persuade him later.

  This small mountain has several temples and is a stubbornly surviving Chan forest near the Taoist temple, with average incense offerings, and the monks coming and going all look ordinary.

  Fu Zhen walked all the way and passed by several Buddhist temples, stopping in front of a nunnery.

  She turned around, her face still wet with tears, and looked at Meng Qi with a slightly empty gaze: "All along, Master has wanted me to become a nun, the true heir of Yinghua An, to escape the worldly temptations, to focus on studying the 'Rescue People Sutra', but I always thought about finding a good husband, adding colors to my life, painting eyebrows and dotting eyes, hand in hand exploring the world like my parents, so I insisted on being only a secular disciple."

  "Only today did I realize that my master's words were not in vain. In this world, how many couples can be as loving as my parents? Vows to the mountains and seas are empty, whispers of affection are empty, words still echoing in one's ears, yet already married to another. The red dust is full of bitterness, all is illusion, why can't I leave home?"

  Meng Qi opened his mouth, but the words he had just organized were useless again. However, he also let out a slight sigh of relief. Becoming a monk was better than taking revenge on society, and it would be in line with Zhen Zhen's ability to use poison and medicine. Who knows, maybe Zhang Yuanshan would end up getting married in the afterlife.

  Fu Zhenzhen simply said, never expecting Meng Qi to answer, turned around and walked into the main hall, looking for Master Shitai.

  Meng Qi let out a breath and followed him in.

  This is a small nunnery, with old-fashioned furnishings. There are only about ten Bhikkhunis, dressed in simple attire, ranging from the elderly to the young, with serene expressions, filling the Buddha hall where the Bodhisattva is enshrined with a pure and clean atmosphere.

  "Do you want to become a monk?" The master did not show any joy or excitement because someone was converting, but instead asked solemnly.

  Fu Zhen lowered her eyebrows and eyes, kneeling on the couch: "Yes."

  "You have tears in the corners of your eyes, and there is a man following behind you. It seems like you are heartbroken. If it's just temporary impulse, it's better not to become a nun." The abbess advised Su Zhenzhen.

  Meng Qi's mouth twitched slightly, I'm just a enthusiastic little buddy, this matter has nothing to do with me!

  Fu Zhenzhen repeated what she had just said to Meng Qi, her eyes misty as she looked at the hostess: "Love is false, please fulfill it, Master."

  The hostess sighed: "Since you are a Buddhist disciple, then I'll follow your wishes. May you be able to calm your mind and study the Buddha's teachings, truly achieving great enlightenment."

  Fu Zhēnzhēn was a person from the Shadow Flower Hut, and after verifying his name, he went back to make arrangements. Therefore, there were no overly complicated steps on this side, and soon Fu Zhēnzhēn was kneeling in front of the Bodhisattva statue.

  The hostess glanced at Meng Qi and didn't drive him away, letting him watch as she walked in front of Su Zhenzhen with the tonsure knife in hand.

  "Let me ask you again, do you really want Qingdeng and Gufu?" Her expression turned solemn.

  Fu Zhenzhen gazed ahead at the green lamp and nodded slightly: "Yes."

  Meng Qi subconsciously took a step forward, his mouth open, but in the end he still didn't speak up to stop it. He watched as Master Shi placed the tonsure knife on Zhu Zhenzhen's head and strands of black hair floated down.

  "All worries have fallen away, and worldly dust is far removed." Master Shifu was shaving her hair while reciting this phrase to Su Zhenzhen.

  Her teeth were clenched tightly, and as her hair gradually fell out, she relaxed a little, revealing a somewhat relieved expression.

  Listening to the words "all worries gone, worldly dust far away", Meng Qi seemed to have returned to when he first came into this world, thinking of his master and fellow disciples, a sudden pang of melancholy arose in his heart.

  Soon, Zhenzhen finished dressing in a simple robe, put on a monk's hat, and calmly walked to Mengqi's face.

  Seeing her in this nun's attire, seeing the green lamp in the Zen hall like a bean, Meng Qi suddenly had feelings in his heart, all kinds of emotions surged up, and he sang softly: "The prosperity and glory have retreated into the empty door, and the worldly people have been disappointed. The dream is cold and has been turning for a lifetime, how many emotional debts are there..."

  Fu Zhen originally wanted to force a smile at Meng Qi's rustic folk song, but after listening for a while, he gradually became infatuated and two lines of clear tears fell.

  The blue lamp sways gently, unable to express the endless loneliness and chill.

  Meng Qi suppressed his emotions and stopped humming, letting out a long sigh.

  Fu Zhen forced a smile and said: "Why did you suddenly start singing folk songs?"

  Meng Qi looked at him and smiled: "If you don't sing that, I'll recite Buddhist scriptures for you."

  "From love comes grief, from love comes fear; if one is detached from love, there will be no grief and no fear."

  His voice was calm and peaceful, with Buddhist scriptures echoing in the Zen hall, it really had a few flavors of worldly dust like a dream.

  "From love comes grief, from love comes fear. If you are detached from love, there is no grief and no fear......" Zhen Zhen repeated in a low voice several times, becoming more and more infatuated.

  Alas, foolish child, Meng Qi sighed inwardly once more.

  After a long while, Fu Zhenzhen came back to her senses and deliberately changed the subject: "I thought you would help him stop me from leaving home."

  After all, Meng Qi and Zhang Yuanshan knew each other for a longer time and had a deeper relationship. She undoubtedly believed that Meng Qi would stand on Zhang Yuanshan's side.

  "If the mind is not pure, even if one's hair falls out and one lives in an empty room, it's just superficial work, not considered a true departure from worldly life, and can return to secular life at any time. If the mind is already empty, having seen through the red dust of worldly desires, even if one sings and dances every night, enjoying all the glory, they are still a person who has departed from worldly life." Meng Qi said seriously, "There is no Buddha outside the heart, leaving or entering the world, the empty room and the red dust, it's all in your heart, how can I stop you?"

  Fu Zhenzhen listened intently, and finally a hint of bitter smile appeared: "I always thought you were an unorthodox monk, but I didn't expect that after leaving Shaolin, you would become like a high-ranking monk who has attained enlightenment."

  "Of course." Meng Qi was not modest at all, "So, shaving one's head is nothing. If you want to give up, you can naturally return to secular life like me. If you're sad and desperate again, you can find a temple anywhere and continue to be a monk. It's just that simple, except that hair is hard to grow back."

  Fu Zhenzhen was so heartbroken and soul hurt that she almost burst out laughing, just now he praised him like a high monk, but in the blink of an eye he became unorthodox.

  But this is the familiar Xiaoming after all.

  Meng Qi glanced at Fu Zhēnzhēn and suddenly sighed: "After some thought, becoming a nun is not good either."

  "You're trying to stop me now?" asked Zhu Zhenzhen with a mixture of tears and laughter.

  Meng Qi Zheng nodded heavily: "Anyway, it's far away from the red dust, why bother to be a nun? A Taoist nun is also a monk, no need to shave her hair, looks much better than you now, and it's more convenient to go in and out later."

  Pfft, Fu Zhen finally couldn't help but laugh. Xiao Meng is really good at making people laugh, even in such a serious and difficult situation, he can still crack jokes and relieve the tension.

  As she laughed, her tears came out again.

  After a while, she sighed softly: "Meng Qi, thank you for comforting me, I feel much better now."

  "What I said was from the heart." Meng Qi said, not admitting that he had just been comforting and persuading Su Zhenzhen, and spoke seriously.

  At this time, a familiar male voice sounded outside the door: "Shifu, have you seen a woman and a man, the woman is about this tall..."

  Zhang Shixiong is chasing after us? Is the engagement banquet over? Meng Qi was stunned.

  Fu Zhen's face changed greatly, and she turned pale as she said to Meng Qi: "I don't want to see him! You help me get rid of him."

  "I'll go and have a chat with Brother Zhang." Meng Qi knew that Fu Zhēnzhēn was emotionally agitated at this time, and if Zhang Yuanshan came in, it would likely be another episode of Qiong Yao's bitter love story, which might even make things worse. So he planned to take Zhang Yuanshan out for a walk, letting Fu Zhēnzhēn calm down, and also to figure out the situation with the engagement himself, to see if there were any misunderstandings or room for remedy.

  After finishing speaking, he suddenly remembered something and a hint of sadness emerged in his heart. He sighed and said: "My lifelong dream was to be a free and easy swordsman with white clothes fluttering in the wind, but who knew that now, I'm like a neighborhood committee aunt!"

  Specializing in mediating emotional marriage and family problems...... This painting style is getting more and more wrong......

  "Resident committee auntie?" Fu Zhēnzhēn was puzzled.

  "Never mind, you don't understand." Meng Qi covered his face and walked out of the nunnery, towards Zhang Yuanshan.

  "Really, Young Master Meng, is it really you?" Zhang Yuanshan asked excitedly and surprisingly as he saw Meng Qi come out.

  "Let her calm down." Meng Qi exhaled, "Come on, let's go have a drink, you talk and I'll listen."