my relatives are a bit much

Chapter 844 The [-]th female university ranked in the fairy class
"Hey, how did you eat it?"

While Pan Haodong and Zhu Xiaolian were observing the murals, Meng Longtan, who had been hungry for a day or two, secretly picked up the steamed buns that Zhu Xiaolian had put down and ate them. He also dug out a bamboo tube of water from Zhu Xiaolian's luggage.

Hou Xia noticed this scene, and immediately stepped forward to pack his luggage to prevent Meng Longtan from continuing to rummage.

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

Suddenly, Zhu Xiaolian found a mural fairy opened his eyes, feeling very surprised.

"ε=(ο｀*))) Alas!"

A woman in white suddenly appeared, half squatting on the ground, as if accidentally sprained her ankle.

"Girl, are you okay?"

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

But Pan Haodong did not follow.

He is not interested in the fairies inside, the fairies in the jade pendant space are much more beautiful than fairies like Shaoyao and Peony.

He is only interested in his aunt.

Because his aunt was his chosen target, he was not in a hurry and let Zhu Xiaolian go in first to stir things up, lest he go in and break the marriage between Hou Xia and Meng Longtan.

Whether these two can marry the fairy depends entirely on Zhu Xiaolian's interference.

"Hey~~ Why did you change?"

Not long after Zhu Xiaolian entered the door, the fat monk came out of the backyard kitchen with three bowls of vegetarian food.Although there were still three people in the temple, the scholar changed one.

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

This surprised the fat monk.

Especially this scholar is not an ordinary person!

"Master, you are polite."

Pan Haodong took the initiative to salute.

The attainment of the "Do not move the Heart Sutra" practiced by monk Fudo is at LV40. Based on the level of exercises of Duan Xiaoxiao, Amei and Yan Feier, the quasi-sage daughters-in-law, the Taoist realm is between LV40-LV44, which belongs to quasi-sages .

Those who reached LV45 in Taoism realm were saints, and the higher they went, the stronger they became, and those who reached LV50, the highest system division, were Taoist masters.

Fifty avenues, forty-nine Tianyan.

Level 49 is the peak of the Holy Realm.

As for the Daoist?

It is estimated that Hongjun, the Taoist ancestor of the prehistoric world, has not reached it.

The further you go, the more difficult it is, and every step is a qualitative improvement.

Monk Fudo is in the early stage of quasi-sage, and my aunt is also in the early stage of quasi-sage. It can be seen that there are very likely saints in the world of Huabi.

After all, Monk Fudo and Auntie are not famous gods, and they have never even heard of them...

"Several, please have a meal."

Monk Fudo put down the fast food in his hand, turned to Pan Haodong and said, "My lord, can I take a step to speak?"

"of course."

"Please come with me."

Follow Monk Fudo into the backyard.

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

In the end, Monk Fudo couldn't hold his breath, and asked, "Young Master Pan, you seem to be very interested in the murals on the temple?"

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

"Which one?"

Monk Fudo picked up the tea cup and said with a smile, "Speak, and maybe I can help you be a matchmaker."

"aunt."

"Pfft~~"

Monk Fudo suddenly squirted out a mouthful of tea.

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

Otherwise, being sprayed in the face by a man must feel very bad.

"Cough cough~~"

Monk Fudo slowed down for a while, and asked with a tangled expression, "Mr. Pan, are you sure it's my aunt? She's an old woman."

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

"..."

Monk Fudo was dumb, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Pan Haodong continued: "Master, I wonder if you have heard a sentence?"

"What?"

"Female juniors hold golden bricks, female seniors thirty give Jiangshan, female seniors three hundred give elixir, female seniors three thousand are in the fairy class!"

"You are already in the fairy class."

"not enough."

"You are greedy."

"This matchmaker, do you do it?"

"Don't do it."

Monk Fudo shook his head and refused.

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

Because he was the source of hurting my aunt and causing my aunt to hate men. Even after so many years, she still can't forget all the things she did when she was young.

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

When the subject changed, Pan Haodong grabbed a jug of wine: "I have wine, can you tell me about it?"

"Do not say."

Monk Fudo refused very simply.

Pan Haodong spread his hands and drank by himself: "If you don't tell me, let me guess. Once upon a time, there was a little monk who worshiped mountains and practiced meditation since he was a child. One day, a woman in a light purple skirt entered Mountain worshiping Buddha..."

"Acquaintance, encounter, lovesickness..."

"They gradually became friends. On this day, the woman came to the temple as usual and appeared in front of the young monks who were chanting sutras and chanting Buddha.

The shoulder-length black hair was simply tied with a white ribbon and tied lightly behind the head. There was a happy smile on her delicate face, and a pair of big eyes stared at the little monk.

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

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

"Hey, anything is fine!" Qixiu blinked, her eyes never leaving 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, and he said to the thief, please put your hand in through the crack of the door. I will give you whatever you want. .” The little monk spoke slowly.

"That old monk is serious! Do you think that if you do this, thieves will stop coming in the future! If it were me..." Qixiu suddenly stopped talking, and watched the little monk stuck out her tongue, motioning him to continue talking.

The little monk looked at Qixiu helplessly, and continued talking.

"The thief was very happy when he heard that, so he put his hand in through the crack of the door. Unexpectedly, the old monk grabbed his hand, tied it to a pillar, and then beat him with a stick. , take refuge in the Dharma, and take refuge in the Sangha!"

"Hey, well done!" Qixiu listened, dancing with her arms and legs, as if she was the old monk, and in front of her was the thief she tied up.

"Heh..." the little monk couldn't help laughing, there was a tenderness in his eyes that he couldn't detect, "The thief was in great pain, so he shouted helplessly: Take refuge in the Buddha, take refuge in the Dharma, and take refuge in the Sangha."

"This is the famous story of the Three Refugees in Buddhist scriptures." After the little monk finished speaking, there was still a smile on his lips.

"You have the Three Refugees, but here...there are the Four Refugees, do you want to listen?" Qixiu looked expectantly at the little monk...

"So, what are the Four Refugees?" the little monk asked with a smile.

"Hold out your hand." Qixiu took the little monk's hand and wrote stroke by stroke in his palm, reading while writing...

"Take refuge in Buddha..."

The little monk followed, his smile never fading: "Take refuge in the Buddha."

"Refuge to the law..."

"Convert to the law."

"Take refuge in the monks..."

"Take refuge in the monk."

"Refuge..." Qixiu stopped, looked up at the little monk, "Refuge...Miss Xiu."

"Refuge... um...?" The smile froze on the young monk's face, he stared blankly at Qixiu, speechless.

Qixiu smiled, pulled the corners of her mouth, and repeated: "Hey, tell me... Take refuge... Miss Xiu..."

After quietly listening to Pan Haodong's story, Monk Fudo was deeply touched. Although the story of "Foxiu conversion" is different from his own experience, the process is the same.

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

The past is vivid.

Fudo monk thought about it, and his eyes turned red.

long silence.

The monk Fudo raised his head and asked: "Since you know that I have a relationship with my aunt, why do you want me to be a matchmaker with you? Aren't you a strong man?"

"Haha~~"

Pan Haodong burst out laughing, and said: "Master, just kidding, don't take it seriously! In fact, my aunt is my aunt. I came here to recognize my aunt before this trip, and I have no incestuous intention of marrying her."

"real or fake?"

Monk Fudo had doubts all over his face.

Pan Haodong, as a god of Daluo, still looks so pale, which is obviously caused by excessive indulgence. He just asked himself to be a matchmaker, and he said it so seriously, making people let go of their guard.

(End of this chapter)