Gu Nuo'er turned to look at the dark night and the wind and rain.

It was really fierce and turbulent, and the boat was swaying and shaking.

She half-curved her eyelashes and thought silently for a moment.

"Don't stop, keep going."

The dream she had just now made her a little uneasy.

The most urgent task is to rush to Xili as soon as possible to see the situation of Ling Tianyin and the others.

The boat was sailing on such a windy and stormy day, except for Gu Nuoer, Ye Siming and Kongjue, everyone else inevitably showed a trace of fear and worry.

I am afraid that the boat will be damaged by the waves, and I am afraid that the boat will sink.

However, the strange thing is that since Gu Nuo'er said that he can't stop, the rain has become less and less in only half an hour.

Until the next morning, although the sky was not clear, it was not raining.

As a result, the entourage at the helm sped up the road.

When Ye Siming was on patrol, he passed by Kongjue's cabin.

Through the open door, the teenager saw Kongjue writing a letter on the table.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does the seventh prince want to report the safety situation to the emperor?"

Kongjue raised his head and gave him a gentle smile: "No, I am writing to the abbot of the temple."

Saying that, Kongjue came over and handed the letter forward: "Excuse me, Lord Hou, to help me send it."

Ye Siming glanced at the contents of the letter.

Kongjue told the abbot that he suddenly disappeared, not escaping from the temple, but was kidnapped by his fifth brother.

By the time the abbot saw the letter, he might already be in Xili.

Ye Siming took it easily: "Got it."

That night, Gu Nuoer, Ye Siming and Kongjue had dinner together.

Looking at the delicious food on a table, Kongjue folded his hands together, closed his eyes, and whispered the Buddha's name.

Ye Siming could pretend not to hear at first.

But he had good ears, and Kongjue could hear even the broken thoughts that lowered his voice very clearly.

The sound of "Amitabha" was like a wooden stick, hitting Ye Siming on the head again and again.

After he took a piece of meat for Gu Nuoer, the boy couldn't bear it anymore and put down his chopsticks.

"You monks, do you have to recite sutras when you eat?" Ye Siming gritted his teeth and asked with cold eyes.

Kongjue opened his eyes and looked at Ye Siming innocently.

He twisted the beads: "Not really."

Ye Siming's voice was cold: "If you don't, just put down the beads and eat well."

Kongjue glanced at the food on the table and said honestly: "I can't eat it, these meals are all meaty."

Gu Nuo'er hurriedly pushed the green vegetables in front of him: "Seventh brother, eat this!"

Facing his sister, Kongjue smiled even deeper, but still shook his head.

"I just went to the kitchen to see that the vegetables are fried with lard."

Gu Nuo'er blinked her long eyelashes: "Then..."

Kongjue folded his hands together, his smile full of the radiance of Buddha-like love.

"It's alright, my sister is happy to eat, I'll recite the scriptures for a while, and I'll be full of body and mind."

After saying that, Kongjue closed his eyes again, and the old **** was reading the scriptures on the ground.

Ye Siming frowned as he heard this.

Monk, it is unbearable!

He stood up suddenly and left a cold sentence: "Wait!"

Gu Nuo'er and Kongjue watched Ye Siming go out, but they didn't know why.

After a while, Ye Siming came in with a bowl of dark green vegetable soup.

Gu Nuoer and Kongjue probed over and looked suspiciously.

In the vegetable soup, the dark green vegetable leaves looked strange, and there were a few pieces of tofu in the soup, which smelled quite fragrant.

Ye Siming put the soup bowl in front of Kongjue.

"Eat this, I asked the cook to put only salt."

Kongjue took a sip with a skeptical attitude, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"This soup is delicious, and it's all vegetarian, even with my heart, Yongye Hou, thank you for your hard work, Amitabha."