When the boy saw that the momentum was not right, he immediately got into the Yingxian Pavilion. Jiao Xiaoliu did not stop him, thinking that he must have gone to find the boss. But the old monk did not stop the boy after he entered the Yingxian Pavilion.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Jiao Xiaoliu. The lightning-like gaze made Jiao Xiaoliu's heart tighten, and he froze there as if he had lost his soul.
Feng Qianchen noticed something was wrong with Jiao Xiaoliu, and immediately struck the old monk with a palm. Logically speaking, ordinary people could not avoid Feng Qianchen's palm. The old monk did not hide either, and still stared at Jiao Xiaoliu, but Feng Qianchen
When the wind from Qianchen's palm reached the old monk, it suddenly dispersed, just like a spring breeze, causing only a corner of the old monk's robe to flutter twice. Feng Qianchen was stunned, and then he concentrated his palm again, but the result was still the same.
Same.
At this time, Jiao Xiaoliu seemed to have entered a darkness where he could not see his fingers. He could only listen to the movement around him, but he could not hear anything. The whole world was as silent as death. Under Jiao Xiaoliu's feet, he stepped on the seemingly messy but orderly steps.
He was moving forward slowly, and suddenly a bright light came down. Jiao Xiaoliu couldn't adapt to it and had to close his eyes.
Slowly opening his eyes, he saw the old monk standing outside the 'Yingxian Pavilion'. Jiao Xiaoliu immediately concentrated on guarding, "Who are you? Where is this place?" It should be because of the vast space that there is an echo, except that
Except for the old monk who could be seen, the rest of the place was still dark and nothing could be seen.
The old monk clasped his hands together and bent down to Jiao Xiaoliu, "The poor monk's name is Wukong. This is the place where the poor monk practices."
Wukong? Jiao Xiaoliu was completely confused. He thought about it carefully and realized that the Monkey Brother’s nickname in "Journey to the West" is Wukong. Jiao Xiaoliu cupped his fists with a look of admiration on his face, "I never expected that I would meet my senior brother here. It's really true."
I'm lucky in three lifetimes."
The old monk was not surprised by Jiao Xiaoliu's out-of-the-box language. Instead, he looked at Jiao Xiaoliu with a smile, "The donor did not belong here originally, but he came here because of fate. Whether it is a blessing or a curse is unknown."
Jiao Xiaoliu immediately became serious, "Who are you?"
"Who am I? Who am I? When the fake is true, the true is also false, and inaction sometimes exists and then disappears." The old monk still said these two sentences with a smile.
Jiao Xiaoliu suddenly had black lines on his head, "Senior Brother, how can you, a protagonist in "Journey to the West", say the lines in "A Dream of Red Mansions"? Did you join the wrong crew?" Knowing that the monk did not mean any harm, Jiao Xiaoliu knew that the monk did not mean any harm.
My nerves have completely relaxed.
Who knew that the old monk changed his previous smile and became melancholy, "Donor Jiao, you must be careful in everything in the future. Everything is destined. If you and I are destined, this poor monk will definitely wish you well."
It's a helping hand. But God's will is unknown, so please take care of yourself." After saying that, the old monk disappeared, and Jiao Xiaoliu fell into darkness again.
Feng Qianchen slapped the old monk several times in succession, but nothing seemed to matter. Looking at Jiao Xiaoliu's empty eyes, Feng Qianchen suddenly had a cold light in his eyes. Bu Qingyun, who had been watching outside, suddenly got excited and secretly shouted, "Oops.
Already."
Jiao Xiaoliu's eyes regained clarity at this moment, but for some reason he lost his balance and fell down. Feng Qianchen quickly turned around and hugged Jiao Xiaoliu who was about to fall to the ground.
