The monk wore a simple gray robe and mango shoes. He was quite tall, with a long figure, a skin that was as bright as snow, and an elegant look.
It is surprisingly high-spirited, like a beautiful tree in the Yaolin forest, and is naturally an alien object.
The two golden lights in his eyes reflected a clear yellow color, and between his eyebrows, a dark golden dragon circled the clouds and mist, shining with divine light.
"What a subtle illusion. If it weren't for Bolong's hidden consciousness, the poor monk would have almost missed it."
The monk put his palms together and sighed, a look of admiration on his face.
He lowered his eyes, clasped his hands, and spoke slowly:
"You two young Tan Yue, there is no need to hide. The poor monk's name is not revealed. He is a member of the monks of Vajra Monastery, and he is not a bad person."
No apparent...
Xie Fanjing frowned and realized that things were not simple.
"I think I've heard of him." She gave Wu Xian a wary look and shrank back, "Everyone calls him the Holy Monk, which sounds very powerful."
"I don't know if it's true." Xie Fanjing added in a low voice.
The young gray-robed monk smiled slightly and simply clasped his hands.
Bai Shu looked at the monk's face in shock. He had seen this face before.
Not myself, but my original self.
The original person was frail since childhood. It is said that he was not energetic when he was born. When he was seven years old, he fell seriously ill.
First, he had a high fever that didn't go away. He spent all his money to pay a doctor and took countless medicines, but there was still no improvement.
According to what Tie Zhu later told him, his family had prepared a coffin for him.
It happened that a traveling monk passed by Zhao's house and after hearing about his predecessor's illness, he left a prescription for him.
In the vague memory, the face of the walking monk seven years ago slowly merged with the one in front of me.
Although his original body constitution was still weak before practicing martial arts.
But that prescription allowed me to successfully live to the age of fourteen now.
Seven years have passed and the monk's appearance has not changed?
Bai Shu hesitated for a moment and signaled Xie Fanjing to withdraw the water. He looked at the handsome monk a few steps away with his hands clasped together and a slight smile on his face, and stepped forward.
"Holy Monk."
Bai Shu raised his hand, "Do you still remember me?"
"Xiao Tanyue..."
Wu Xian looked at him carefully for a few times, his expression changed from confusion to clarity, and finally he suddenly understood.
"I never thought of that."
He smiled and said: "It turns out that an old friend is here."
In the dusty little tavern, the monk, who had not changed at all in the past seven years, smiled warmly at him. Xie Fanjing looked at himself and then at Wu Xian, confused.
"Old friend?"
The door was pushed open again, and a man with long hair and a greasy monk's robe approached.
"Senior brother, do you have any old friends in Fenyin?"
"Seven years ago, when I first learned about Bolong Tibetan Knowledge, I was traveling in Fenyin and happened to meet this little Tan Yue."
Wu Xian explained to the long-haired man and then signaled to Baizhu:
"This is the poor monk's junior fellow apprentice, whose dharma name is Wuhui, and he is also a disciple of the Vajra Monastery."
"I've met Master Wuhui." Bai Shu saluted the man again.
The man just nodded lazily and didn't say much. Although Wu Xian frowned, he also didn't speak.
Bai Shu had no worries in his heart. His identity was very different from theirs. In view of their old friendship, Wu Xian was willing to treat him with courtesy. In their eyes, it was a rare thing.
Although they don't know where the Vajra Temple is, Wu Xian can detect Xie Fanjing's illusion with just one glance. Their appearance has not changed for seven years, and their identities are far beyond what ordinary people can compare with.
"This little girl..."
For a moment, Wuhui suddenly stared at Xie Fanjing, a little confused.
"Are you from the Xie family?"
Xie Fanjing was stunned and nodded hesitantly.
"That's it." Wuhui breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Your sister knew that we were coming to Fenyin, so she specially gave us your appearance. Now, I can make a good deal."
"Sister Danqiu?"
"Her name is Xie Wei now." Wuhui shook his head, "The old Heavenly Official retired, and she inherited the word 'Wei'. Now, Da Zheng is the new Heavenly Official."
"She's here too." Wuhui added to Xie Fanjing, "It will be within a few days."
Don't...
Atractylodes macrocephala is like chewing a mouthful of Coptis chinensis, which makes my heart feel extremely bitter.
The little girl next to him jumped up excitedly and asked Wuhui again and again.
It seems that the relationship between the little sisters is quite good.
Is it still too late to run now?
I don’t know if I will be beaten to death...
Unknowingly, Wuhui turned his head while chatting with Xie Fanjing. He looked at Baizhu suspiciously and sniffed heavily.
"The taste of Leopard Fetal Wushen Pills."
The corners of Wuhui's mouth moved slightly, but no sound came out.
Wu Xian, who was looking at the two of them with a smile, looked slightly moved.
"When he practices the Red Dragon Heart Sutra, he not only gets started, but also reaches a very advanced level."
Wu Hui looked at Wu Xian. The two did not speak, but they understood each other.
Bai Zhu was just thinking about how to run away as soon as possible when a big greasy hand touched his crotch.
"Check your body."
Wuxian stopped Xie Fanjing, smiled and nodded, "It doesn't matter."
"master!"
Bai Shu was stunned by this move.
"Be good, little baby, don't move." Wuhui smiled kindly and said, "The eminent Buddhist monk will touch your bones for free."
Are you touching the bones?!
He was about to speak, but no sound came out of his throat. Wu Hui pretended to cough, his face expressionless.
Xie Fanjing actually listened to Wu Xian's nonsense and stood behind him without making any move. Bai Shu blinked at her crazily in despair. Silly Roe Deer was stunned and blinked hard at himself.
"Baizhu, it won't hurt when touching the bones."
Xie Fanjing said every word carefully: "Don't be afraid, just treat it as if you were bitten by a little ant."
How does it feel to trick a child into getting an injection?
With a heart as heavy as death, that big greasy hand slowly stretched out in an irresistible gesture.
Finished!
Bai Shu closed his eyes in despair.
Susu——
Susu——
Bai Zhu opened his eyes in surprise. Wherever his hands passed from his ankles upwards, his bones tightened, and a gentle, needle-like sting spread throughout his body.
"what's on your mind?"
Wuhui raised his head with a strange face: "You are young, but you know a lot. Don't underestimate the ethics of a Buddhist monk."
Baizhu: "..."
Subtle stings in his body came one after another, and a strange force came from the palm of his hand. It circulated in the skin and bones. The fire dragon entrenched in the meridians was completely explored. When Baizhu was secretly vigilant, that force
The Tao sank into Qi and blood again.
In just half a cup of tea, Wuhui took back the hand that had touched the top of his head.
The greasy man with long hair looked at him in astonishment, his eyes filled with confusion.
"I... I've made a lot of money. This time, I won't have to worry about prostitution for ten years."
For a long time, Wuhui sighed quietly, looking at Baizhu lovingly, with a smile like a wrinkled old chrysanthemum.
He turned back and made no movement, but his expression was shaken even though he didn't show any signs of it.
The two junior brothers didn't know what they were talking about secretly. Wu Xian sometimes frowned and sometimes hesitated.
Finally, he finally walked towards him.
"Amitabha."
The handsome monk put his hands together and chanted the name of the Buddha.
"Xiao Tan Yue."
He looked at the confused Bai Shu beside him and said, "Xiao Tanyue, would you like to enter the gate of my Vajra Temple?"
