Chapter 1179

A restaurant, a private room by the window.

The unknown monk sat opposite pan Haodong, eating meat and vegetables, and kept stuffing things into his mouth. He had no image at all.

"Enough?" pan Haodong added a cup of tea to himself and said slowly, "not enough. I'm ordering some dishes."

"Enough."

Pour all the soup from the five plates into the rice, mix well, and eat it all in three or two. The unknown monk was satisfied, burped, and then wiped his mouth with a paper towel: "Mr. Pan, you're looking for me. It shouldn't be as simple as inviting a meal?"

"Yes, I want to talk to you."

Pan Haodong put down his tea cup and said bluntly.

"About what?"

There was a flash of vigilance in the unknown monk's eyes.

Running east to Tibet over the years made him wary of outsiders. Even the person in front of him didn't give him any anxiety, and even felt very comfortable.

However, after wandering the Jianghu for so many years, the unknown monk has long seen through what it means to know people, face and heart.

Human heart is the most difficult thing in the world.

I have to guard against it!

"You've been guarding the scroll of the ancient Sutra for more than 60 years. You should be very tired!"

As soon as pan Haodong said this, the unknown monk subconsciously wanted to get up, but his body hasn't run up yet. The whole person is like being sealed by a solidified cement box. It's hard to even move his fingers.

"What did you do to me?"

The unknown monk looked at Pan Haodong with a frightened face.

So gentle, so elegant, so easy-going, how can a person have such terrible power? A simple look makes him unable to move.

It's terrible!

"Take it easy."

Pan Haodong showed an affinity burst smile and comforted: "I have no interest in the scroll you protect. I just want to talk to you and find a successor in another place."

“……”

The unknown monk looked puzzled.

"The scroll of the ancient Sutra you guard is from the Tibetan Tantra. It is something for our Chinese people. Looking for a suitable successor, I think we should look for it in the mainland, Hong Kong and Macao."

"Of course, if you don't want to move, you can look here, but you must be overseas Chinese with correct ideas, not banana people with yellow skin and white heart."

"Do you know what I mean?"

Pan Haodong is a saint. Naturally, he can't see the scroll of ancient scriptures.

Although this thing can make people live long, gain invulnerable strength, and improve strength, speed, reaction ability and so on.

But in his eyes, he can't even make people immortal.

But he can mass produce immortals in minutes.

The reason why I made a special trip was that I didn't want the hot and yellow treasures to fall on Westerners, that's all.

"Mr. Pan, love knows no borders. I think your thoughts are too narrow. In this world, there are many selfless people who love. As long as they meet the conditions, no matter how they are born, I will pass on the scroll of the ancient Sutra to them."

The unknown monk has his own insistence. After living in his eighties, he can't easily change it with one or two words. Pan Haodong is regarded as narrow by him for his emotional persuasion.

Perhaps, for unknown monks, regardless of their origin and national boundaries, passing on the scroll of ancient scriptures containing mysterious power to those who are qualified to inherit is a great love that others can't, and a saint's act.

As everyone knows, the pretty boy sitting in front of him is a real saint.

"It seems that all your years have been wasted on the way to escape the pursuit. You didn't observe the world with your eyes, but it's not your fault." pan Haodong sighed: "After all, you have lived in a Tantric temple since you were a child. During World War II, all the temple monks were killed by Strack's officers. Then you embarked on the road of escape. You didn't have the mind and time to observe."

"Thank you for understanding."

The unknown monk breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't rush to thank me. I can understand you and don't support your approach."

Pan Haodong waved his hand, and then his attitude changed suddenly: "you now have two choices. One is to go to Hong Kong Island with me and choose one or more suitable inheritors there. The other is that I take the scroll of the ancient Sutra back to help you choose, and then give you decades of youth, and give you a sum of money to get a wife and have children here and spend the rest of your life."

"Mr. Pan, don't you think your words are too overbearing? Moreover, my strength comes from the scroll of the ancient Sutra. If I lose the scroll, I will lose my strength. I will become an old man in an instant. How can I still be young?"

The unknown monk was full of indignation and couldn't move now. If he could move, he might be unable to help patting the table.

The boy is too arrogant.

"Don't worry, just look at it."

Pan Haodong used chopsticks to pick up a grain of rice from the unknown monk's position and put it on the plate. Then he brushed his hand, waved a milky light and sprinkled it on the grain of rice.

Then an incredible scene happened.

I saw that the cooked rice grains were revived at a speed visible to the naked eye, took root and sprouted on the plate, and quickly grew into a rice tree full of grain ears.

Strings hang in the air, from green to yellow. The whole process is full of fantasy and incomparable beauty.

"This..." seeing this incredible scene, combined with his own situation, the unknown monk finally understood that he had met a real expert.

He looked at Pan Haodong in awe and said cautiously, "Mr. Pan, which immortal are you?"

"Never mind which immortal I am. Have you made a choice between the two options I give you?"

After hesitating for a long time, the unknown monk sighed helplessly: "Mr. Pan, I choose to go back to Hong Kong Island with you and choose the appropriate scroll successor according to your requirements."

"In fact, I can recommend several people to you. You can hide in the dark and observe slowly. If you think it's appropriate, you can hand over the scroll to him for protection. If it's not appropriate, you can choose another person."

Pan Haodong really doesn't care about the scroll of the ancient Sutra, but some of his friends are still relatively weak. If he can inherit the power of the unknown monk, he can turn into a superhero in minutes.

"Yes, please." the unknown monk nodded.

Are forced to go back to Hong Kong Island with others. What else to insist on, as long as he is not forced to inherit the mysterious power of the scroll to someone, it doesn't matter.

"Ma Jun, Liu Baoqiang, Li Ying..."

Pan Haodong reported several names in a row. They are all his subordinates. Among them, Ma Jun's strength is not weak, but it is much worse than the unknown monk.

In the iron triangle of West Kowloon Region, Ma Jun, Zhou Xingxing and Chen Jiaju, a method of practicing Qiyu has become bald and stronger. A flying dragon regenerates, obtains all the power of the Dragon God who is trying to peep into his eternal life, and has an immortal body. Ma Jun alone has made no significant progress.

If Ma Jun could inherit the scroll power of the unknown monk, it would be a way to become stronger.

Liu Baoqiang, Li Ying and others are also very honest police officers. If they are lucky to get this strength, they will stand out in the police force and become new legends.

"Mr. Pan, I have written it down. Can you let me go?"

"Of course..."