She's a real daughter and she's telling people's fortunes again

"Miss Song is right. The Raging Dragon Roar I performed is indeed the martial skill of the successor of the Dragon Burial Ring. However, I am not the successor of the Dragon Burial Ring. It is because my ancestors were kind to the successor of the Dragon Burial Ring in the previous generation. Only then did our ancestors acquire this martial skill.”

Chen Ping'an was full of doubts, but the most important thing for him was not to expose his identity. As for how Song Chufeng knew these things, he would investigate again when he had the opportunity, so he made up a reason casually.

After hearing the answer given by Chen Pingan, Song Chufeng remained silent for a long time, with disappointment and loss on her face, and even a bit of sadness.

"I'm sorry, I was presumptuous just now."

After a long time, Song Chufeng once again regained the calm expression she had when she met Chen Pingan for the first time, and solemnly apologized to Chen Pingan.

"It's okay, but I'm a little curious. Why is Miss Song looking for the heir of the Dragon Burial Ring?"

Chen Pingan responded softly, and then continued to probe quietly.

"I'm sorry, this is my secret, I can't tell anyone."

After hearing Chen Pingan's question, Song Chufeng shook her head and did not give any explanation.

"That's it. I also want to say that the Dragon Burial Ring has always been passed down from master to apprentice. The ancestors of my family have a close relationship with the descendants of the Dragon Burial Ring. If it is possible, I can help you investigate."

Chen Pingan, who was rejected, said this with regret.

"Please help me investigate!"

"As long as you can help me find out the news about the successor of the Dragon Burial Ring, Song Chufeng will be very grateful!"

After hearing what Chen Pingan said, Song Chufeng grabbed Chen Pingan's words with an extremely excited expression.

"Okay, if there is any news, I will be the first to notify Miss Song."

Chen Pingan nodded and did not continue to ask any more questions. He knew that if he asked too many questions, it would make the other party suspicious.

"This is my mobile phone number. If you find any clues, please contact me immediately."

While talking, Song Chufeng gave Chen Ping'an her mobile phone number and asked her once more before leaving.

Looking at Song Chufeng's back, Chen Pingan frowned slightly.

He really couldn't figure out why this girl knew so much and why she had to look for him.

Just when Chen Ping'an was puzzled, a person hiding in the distance saw all this. After seeing Song Chufeng leave, he left quietly.

"I hope I won't get into boring trouble again."

The person who had been secretly monitoring Chen Pingan and Song Chufeng did not escape Chen Pingan's eyes, but he didn't want to cause trouble, so he ignored them.

Because the next competition will not start until 5 p.m., Chen Ping'an, who is bored, plans to take a stroll inside Nanshan Temple.

As one of the two most famous temples in the south of the Yangtze River, Nanshan Temple has extremely beautiful scenery and the ancient temple is also very glorious.

However, Chen Pingan is not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery now.

Although today's winner will be qualified to enter the Sutra Pavilion, Chen Pingan is not sure at this time whether the seventh golden needle is hidden in the Sutra Pavilion. All this is just his own speculation, so he The next thing to do is to collect as much intelligence as possible.

While Chen Pingan was minding his own business while walking along the path of the temple, he was suddenly surprised to notice a young monk who was only eight or nine years old and riding a green bull. Standing next to this young monk were several senior monks. He is a middle-aged monk who is more than twenty years older than him.

What worries Chen Pingan the most is that the middle-aged monks who are decades older than the young monk bow to the young monk with their hands clasped together and call him master uncle.

"Uncle Master, why do you have time to come to Qianshan today?"

A middle-aged monk, about 40 years old, looked at the young monk with a mixture of awe and doting, and asked respectfully.

"Old Qing Niu has lost his appetite recently. I thought he had eaten enough grass from the back mountains, so I brought him here to taste the grass from the front mountains."

The little monk clasped his hands together, his face always filled with a bright smile that made people feel like taking a breath of spring breeze.

"Amitabha, then we will disturb my uncle."

After hearing this, the old monks packed their luggage again, then said goodbye and left.

The young monk was still sitting on the green ox and just nodded slightly, as if he was used to the respect shown to him by the monks who were decades older than him in the temple.

"This donor, are you looking at me, or the cow, or the scenery?"

At this moment, the young monk suddenly noticed Chen Pingan not far away and asked with a smile.

"They're all watching."

Chen Ping'an saw that the little monk looked lively and cute, with an innocent smile on his face, and he couldn't help but like him.

"It's so good. The donor is able to see so many things at the same time. He is really broad-minded. The young monk admires him."

"It's not like me. I can only see one thing. Even my master called me stupid."

The young monk suddenly said something that made Chen Pingan a little confused. He smiled bitterly and touched his smooth bald head.