Chapter 844

"Hey, how did you eat it?"

While pan Haodong and Zhu Xiaolian watched the murals, Meng Longtan, who had been hungry for a day or two, secretly picked up the steamed bread put down by Zhu Xiaolian, ate it, and turned out a bamboo tube of water from Zhu Xiaolian's luggage.

Hou Xia noticed this scene and immediately went forward to pack up to prevent Meng Longtan from turning around.

"Brother pan, a fairy in the mural has opened her eyes."

Suddenly, Zhu Xiaolian was surprised to find a female mural fairy opening her eyes.

“ ε=( ´ ο｀*))) Alas! "

A woman in white suddenly flashed and squatted on the ground, as if she accidentally sprained her foot.

"Girl, are you okay?"

Zhu Xiaolian hurried forward, but the woman stood up and ran into a door in fear. Zhu Xiaolian chased him.

But pan Haodong didn't follow.

He is not interested in the fairies inside. The fairies in the jade pendant space are much more beautiful than the fairies such as peony and peony.

He is only interested in his aunt.

Because his aunt was the target he chose to marry, he was not in a hurry. Let Zhu Xiaolian go in and mix it up first, so as not to break the marriage between houxia and Meng Longtan.

Whether the two can marry a fairy depends on Zhu Xiaolian.

"Eh ~ ~ why did you change people?"

Shortly after Zhu Xiaolian entered the door, the fat monk came out of the kitchen in the backyard with three bowls of vegetarian rice. Although there were still three people in the temple, the scholar changed one.

More handsome, more stylish and more temperament than the previous one.

This surprised the fat monk.

Especially this scholar is not an ordinary person!

"Master, be polite."

Pan Haodong offered a gift.

The attainments of the immovable mind Sutra practiced by the immovable monk are lv40. According to the skill levels of Duan Xiaoxiao, Ah Mei and Yan Feier, the Taoist realm is between lv40 and lv44, which belongs to the quasi saint.

If the Taoist realm reaches lv45, it is a saint, and the higher it goes, the stronger it is. If it reaches lv50, the highest level of system division, it is the Taoist master.

Avenue 50, Tianyan 49.

Level 49 is the peak of holy land.

As for the Lord?

It is estimated that the Tao Zu Hongjun of the wasteland world has not reached.

Every step is a qualitative improvement.

In the early stage of becoming a saint, the immovable monk and his aunt were also in the early stage of becoming a saint. It can be seen that there are likely to be saints in the world of painting walls.

After all, the immovable monk and aunt are not famous immortals. They haven't even heard of it

"Gentlemen, please have a meal."

The monk put down his vegetarian meal, turned to pan Haodong and said, "childe, can you take a step to talk?"

"Of course."

"Please follow me."

Follow the immobile monk into the backyard.

They sat on the stone bench and were silent for a while.

Finally, the monk remained calm and asked, "Mr. Pan, you seem to be very interested in the murals in the temple?"

Pan Haodong smiled faintly and said casually, "I'm not interested in murals, but in the people inside."

"Who?"

The motionless monk picked up his tea cup and said with a smile, "say it, maybe I can help you as a matchmaker."

"Aunt."

"Poop ~ ~"

The monk spewed out a mouthful of tea.

Fortunately, pan Haodong had expected it and avoided it in time.

Otherwise, being sprayed on the face by a man must taste very bad.

"Cough ~ ~"

The motionless monk paused for a moment and asked with a tangled face, "Mr. Pan, are you sure it's your aunt? She's an old woman. "

Pan Haodong said with great interest, "I just like old women. They have taste."

“……”

The monk was dumb and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Pan Haodong continued, "master, have you heard a word?"

"What do you say?"

"The female junior holds the gold brick, the female junior sends the rivers and mountains, the female senior 300 sends the elixir, and the female senior 3000 ranks in the immortal class!"

"You are already in the immortal class."

"Not enough."

"You are greedy."

"Can you do this?"

"No."

The monk shook his head and refused.

Anyone can introduce the fairies in painted wall fairyland, except my aunt.

Because he is the source of his aunt's hatred for men. Even in the past so many years, he still can't forget all kinds of things when he was young.

"Master, why can't she? Do you have a story? "

As soon as the conversation turned, pan Haodong grabbed a pot of wine: "I have wine, can you tell me?"

"Don't say."

The immovable monk refused very simply.

Pan Haodong spread his hands, drank himself and said, "if you don't say it, let me guess. Once upon a time, there was a little monk who worshipped Buddhism since he was a child. One day, a woman in a light purple skirt went into the mountain to worship the Buddha..."

"Acquaintance, encounter, Acacia..."

"They gradually became friends. On that day, the woman came to the temple as usual and appeared in front of the little monk chanting scriptures and Buddha.

The over shoulder black hair was simply tied with a white ribbon and tied lightly behind his head. A happy smile was hanging on his beautiful face, and a pair of big eyes looked at the little monk.

The little monk's eyes touched those eyes and quickly lowered his head. "

"Miss Xiu, what do you want to hear today?" asked the little monk.

"Hey, hey, anything!" Qixiu blinked and never left the little monk.

"Once upon a time, there was an old monk who was always patronized by thieves. He couldn't bear it anymore. One day, the thief came again. He said to the thief, "please put your hand through the crack in the door. I'll give you whatever you want." Little monk, speak slowly.

"That old monk is really! Do you think the thief won't come in the future! If it were me... "Qixiu suddenly stopped, watched the little monk spit out his tongue and motioned him to continue.

The little monk took a helpless look at Qixiu and continued to talk.

"The thief was so happy that he put his hand through the crack in the door. Who knows, the old monk grabbed his hand, tied it to the post, and then beat him with a stick. While beating him, he shouted: "convert to Buddha, convert to law, convert to monk!"

"Hey, hey, well done!" Qixiu listened and danced as if she were the old monk and the thief tied up by her.

"Oh..." the little monk couldn't help laughing, and there was an imperceptible tenderness in his eyes. "The thief was in great pain and helplessly shouted: convert to Buddha, convert to law, convert to monk."

"This is the famous story of three conversions in the Buddhist scriptures." The little monk finished his speech with a smile on his lips.

"You have three conversions, but I have four conversions. Do you want to listen?" Qixiu looked at the little monk with expectant eyes

"Then, what is four conversions?" The little monk asked with a smile.

"Reach out." Seven Xiu took the little monk's hand and wrote one by one in the palm of his hand, reading while writing

"Convert to Buddha..."

The little monk read along, smiling: "convert to Buddha."

"Convert to law..."

"Convert to law."

"Converted monk..."

"Convert to a monk."

"Convert..." Qixiu stopped and looked up at the little monk. "Convert... Miss Xiu."

"Convert... Huh...?" The smile solidified on the little monk's face. He looked at Qixiu blankly and couldn't speak.

Qixiu smiled, pulled up the corners of her mouth and repeated, "Hey, say... Convert... Miss Xiu..."

After listening to pan Haodong's story quietly, the monk was deeply touched. Although the story of "Buddha show conversion" was different from his own experience, the process was the same.

He was also a little monk and fell in love with a woman.

The past is vivid.

Still, the monk thought, and his eyes turned red.

There was a long silence.

The motionless monk looked up and asked, "since you know I have a relationship with my aunt, why do you want me to match you? Aren't you a strong man?"

"Ha ha ~ ~"

Pan Haodong burst out laughing and said, "master, just kidding, don't take it seriously! In fact, my aunt is my aunt. Before I came here, I came to recognize my aunt. I didn't have the idea of incest and marrying her. "

"True or false?"

The immobile monk's face was full of doubt.

Pan Haodong, as a great Luo immortal, still looks so pale. It is obviously caused by excessive lust. He just found himself as a matchmaker. He said it so seriously that people put down their guard.