"Then you have to tell me your identity, right? I don't believe you didn't even have a name at the beginning. Where did you come from? Why didn't you wait until the time comes and hand the box to its real owner?" Zhuo Yifan asked angrily.

After several questions, the nameless old monk just listened calmly. After Zhuo Yifan finished speaking, he explained slowly: "Because the old monk didn't stay in this world for much time. He had to leave soon. When he could come back, it was still unknown. So this box is the most reliable one. Are you satisfied with this explanation?"

"What? Are you not a person from this world? Or are you a master in the Mahayana stage and are about to ascend to another world?" Zhuo Yifan was shocked when he heard this.

"Actually, I came from another world. The purpose is to find the owner of this box and find a way to hand it over to him." The unknown old monk explained with a smile, and then reminded: "I believe that after you met the old monk, you used your relationship to check the identity of the old monk, but you never got anything right?"

"That's right. But who are you?" Zhuo Yifan was stunned when he heard this, then frowned and asked unwillingly.

"It doesn't matter who the old monk is. What's important is that you and I are destined to be, and the old monk is destined to be destined to be close to your close relatives. The rest of the matter depends on Donor Zhuo to slowly understand. The old monk wants to use Donor Zhuo's wisdom, and it should not be difficult for him to really guess the identity of the old monk!" The nameless old monk nodded with a smile and explained.

"Then when are you going to leave?" Zhuo Yifan asked with his eyebrows raised.

"It's soon! The old monk said goodbye to you. I hope that Donor Zhuo remembers what the old monk said to you before!" The old monk in the name reminded him with a serious face, and then a figure flashed and disappeared in front of Zhuo Yifan.

Zhuo Yifan was shocked when he saw this and quickly asked loudly: "When will we see each other again?"

"Don't worry, you will meet again if you are destined to do so. Besides, there is already an involuntary relationship between you and me, and it will be a matter of time before we meet!" The old monk's tepid and smiling voice immediately came into Zhuo Yifan's ears. But his figure never appeared again.

Zhuo Yifan stayed there for a few seconds, and then slowly reacted from surprise and depression. He looked at the brocade box in his hand, and finally took it back into the storage ring again.

What is the connection between him and that old monk? If he is not a person in this world, what will it have to do with him? More importantly, the old monk kept saying that he has something to do with the people around him, so what is the relationship? Who is this person?

After thinking about it, Zhuo Yifan couldn't think of any reason. Even Qingyan, who he thought was the only possible, was directly excluded after some speculation. Qingyan seemed to have nothing to do with Buddhism. What she practiced was also Taoist practice, and had nothing to do with Buddhism.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Zhuo Yifan's mind.

"Is it him?" He exclaimed in a low voice. Soon, Zhuo Yifan's face became strange. It seemed that the person he was guessing now surprised him.

After a few seconds of gloomy face, Zhuo Yifan took a deep breath, stopped stopping, and rushed back immediately towards Jiangzhou.
Chapter completed!