my relatives are a bit much

Chapter 1179 Bulletproof Monk [-]

A certain restaurant, a private room by the window.

The unknown monk sat across from Pan Haodong, eating without taboo, stuffing things into his mouth continuously, without any image at all.

"Is it enough?" Pan Haodong refilled his cup of tea, 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 in two or three bites. The unknown monk burped contentedly, and then wiped his mouth with a paper towel: "Mr. It’s as simple as just asking for a meal, right?”

"Yes, I want to talk to you."

Pan Haodong put down his teacup and said bluntly.

"Talk about what?"

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

These years of traveling around Tibet have made him wary of outsiders, even though the person in front of him did not give him any uneasiness and even made him feel very at ease.

But after so many years of walking in the rivers and lakes, the unknown monk has long seen through, what it means to know people, know the face, but not the heart.

The human heart is the most elusive thing in this world.

Have to guard against it!
"You have guarded the ancient scrolls for more than sixty years, you must be very tired!"

As soon as Pan Haodong said these words, the anonymous monk subconsciously wanted to get up, but before he could get up, his whole body seemed to be sealed by a solidified cement box, and it was difficult to even move his fingers.

"what did you do to me?"

The unknown monk looked at Pan Haodong in horror.

How could such a gentle, refined, and easy-going person have such terrifying power? A simple look in his eyes made him unable to move.

so horrible!
"take it easy."

Pan Haodong showed a friendly smile, and said soothingly, "I'm not interested in the scroll you guard, I just want to talk to you and find an inheritor in another place."

"..."

The unknown monk looked puzzled.

"The ancient scripture scrolls you protect come from Tibetan Tantric Buddhism and belong to our descendants of the Yellow Emperor. To find suitable inheritors, I think we should look for them in mainland China, or Hong Kong and Macau."

"Of course, if you don't want to move, you can search here, but you must be an overseas Chinese with correct thinking, not a banana man with a yellow skin and a white heart."

"do you understand me?"

Pan Haodong, the dignified sage, naturally despises the scrolls of ancient scriptures.

Although this thing can make people live longer, gain invulnerability, improve strength, speed, reaction ability and other aspects.

But in his eyes, that's the way it is, he can't even make people immortal.

But he can produce immortals in batches in minutes.

The reason why I made a special trip was because I didn't want Yanhuang's treasures to be lost to Westerners, that's all.

"Mr. Pan, love knows no borders. I think your thinking is a little too narrow. In this world, there are many people who love and selfless. As long as they meet the conditions, no matter what their births are, I will pass on the ancient scriptures and scrolls to you." give them."

The unknown monk had his own persistence. He lived for more than 80 years and could not be easily changed by others with just a few words. Pan Haodong's persuasion with affection was regarded as narrow-minded by him.

Perhaps, for the unknown monk, regardless of origin and national boundaries, passing on the ancient scripture scrolls containing mysterious power to those who are qualified to inherit is a great love that others cannot, and it is an act of a saint.

Little did he know that the pretty boy sitting in front of him was a true saint.

"It seems that you have been wasting these sixty years on the way to evade capture, and you have not observed the world with your eyes at all, but this is 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 and soldiers, and then they embarked on the road to escape, without the thought or time to observe.”

"Thank you for your understanding."

The unknown monk let out a long sigh of relief.

"Don't thank me in a hurry. I can understand you, but I don't mean to support your actions."

Pan Haodong waved his hand, and his attitude changed suddenly: "You have two choices now, one is to go to Hong Kong Island with me, and choose one or more suitable inheritors there. Go back, help you choose, and then give you decades of youth, and give you a sum of money, let you marry a wife and have children here, and spend the rest of your life in peace."

"Mr. Pan, don't you think your words are too domineering? Besides, my power comes from the ancient scrolls. If I lose the scrolls, I will lose my strength. I will become an old man in an instant. How can I still have youth?"

The unknown monk was full of indignation, so he couldn't move now. If he could move, he might not be able to help but slap the table.

This kid is too arrogant.

"Don't be in a hurry, just wait and see."

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

Then, an incredible scene happened.

I saw that the rice grains that had been cooked were revived at a speed visible to the naked eye, and took root and sprouted on the plate, quickly growing into a rice plant, covered with full grain ears.

A string hangs in the air, changing from green to yellow, the whole process is full of fantasy and extremely beautiful.

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

I saw that he was in awe, looking at Pan Haodong with eyes full of awe, and said cautiously: "Mr. Pan, I don't know what kind of god you are?"

"Don't worry about which god I am, I've given you two options, have you made a choice yet?"

The unknown monk hesitated for a long time before sighing helplessly: "Mr. Pan, I choose to go back to Hong Kong Island with you, and choose a suitable successor for the scroll according to your requirements."

"Actually, I can recommend a few people to you. You hide in the dark and observe slowly. If you think it is suitable, you can give the scroll to him to guard. If it is not suitable, you can choose someone else."

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

"Yes, please speak." The unknown monk nodded.

He was forced to go back to Hong Kong Island with someone, so what else is there to insist on, as long as he is not forced to inherit the mysterious power of the scroll to someone, nothing else matters.

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

Pan Haodong reported several names in a row, all of them were his subordinates. Among them, Ma Jun's strength was not weak, but compared to the unknown monk, he was much worse.

The Iron Triangle of the West Kowloon Region, Ma Jun, Zhou Xingxing and Chen Jiaju, one who practiced Qiyu's tempering method, became bald and became stronger, and a flying dragon was reborn, gaining all the power of the Jiaolong Yuanshen who vainly peeped at longevity, With an immortal body, Ma Jun alone has not made any 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 upright police officers. If they are lucky enough to obtain this power, they will surely stand out in the police force and become new legends.

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

"certainly……"

(End of this chapter)