my relatives are a bit much

Chapter 845 Chang Wei: I Have a Dream

The Buddhist temple is deep and the wind blows slowly.

under the old tree.

Pan Haodong looked at the wary monk Fudo and couldn't help but laugh. "Master, may I ask my aunt's lay name? Is her surname Pan?"

"Not bad." Fudo monk nodded.

Pan Haodong emphasized: "My surname is also Pan, and I was in the same family as my aunt 5000 years ago."

"..."

The monk who does not move is speechless.

It was a family 5000 years ago, and many people outside have said this to the rich and powerful with the same surname, but they just changed thousands to hundreds.

The same surname doesn't mean anything.

"My aunt is also named Xiuxiu. 5000 years ago, she lived in a small town ten miles east of this ancient temple. When she went to the mountain to worship Buddha, she encountered a bandit and was saved by the young monk who went down the mountain to purchase goods, that is, you, the master... "

Pan Haodong's words were full of sincerity, unlike before, when he was full of words of anger, his eyes and words were full of lies, but the story he told was quite exciting and touching.

"Mr. Pan, what you said cannot be hidden from the Great Luo Immortal as long as you are serious about it."

Monk Fudo still doesn't quite believe that Pan Haodong is related to Xiuxiu in his heart, if there is, he wouldn't wait until now to recognize each other.

After all, it is not a secret that my aunt lives in the Ten Thousand Flowers Forest in the mural fairyland and has personally created a daughter's kingdom.

Even if they are really aunts and nephews, it took so long for them to recognize each other, their previous relationship was not much better.

"If you don't believe me, forget it."

Pan Haodong sighed softly, and was too lazy to say more.

It doesn't matter whether Monk Fudo believes it or not, the most urgent thing is to find a way to persuade his aunt, complete the task of identifying relatives, and then find a place to cultivate his injured soul.

Looking at Pan Haodong who stood up and left, Monk Fudo shouted, "Mr. Pan, I wish you good luck."

……

"Young master, you should eat something!"

"This is a map of hell!"

"Son."

Pan Haodong returned to the temple from the backyard, and Zhu Xiaolian, who had entered the fairyland in the painting, had already retreated.

At this moment, Zhu Xiaolian was standing in front of the mural, staring blankly at the mural, Hou Xia was holding a bowl of vegetarian food, persuading the young master to eat, and behind them was an indifferent cook.

——Meng Longtan.

"No, it's her."

"Where's the door...the door!"

Zhu Xiaolian fumbled for the mural nervously.

He had just stepped back into the temple from the fresco, the door must have been on the fresco.

"Where's the door?"

"Where's the door?"

Zhu Xiaolian searched for a while, and when he saw Pan Haodong walking back to the temple, he hurried forward and said, "Brother Pan, did you see a door?"

"What door?"

"You should have seen the door just now. I want to go back to that place."

"Where?"

"A dojo only for women..."

When Zhu Xiaolian said this, Meng Longtan, the rice cook, became interested and interjected, "Isn't that heaven?"

Hou Xia followed up and said: "Sir, you are probably fainting from hunger. Hurry up and eat your meal!"

"I'm not hungry."

Zhu Xiaolian pushed aside the fast food handed by the book boy, looked at Pan Haodong expectantly, and said, "Brother Pan, I met a bunch of beautiful women in that place, and something happened to them, so I have to go back. Come with me Go, you will definitely meet your destined partner, tell me quickly, where was the door just now?"

A bunch of beautiful women?

Meng Longtan's eyes lit up suddenly, he stopped eating, and stared straight at Zhu Xiaolian.

Hou Xia looked worried, always feeling that his young master was bewitched.

"You really want to go back?"

Pan Haodong's expression gradually became serious.

Zhu Xiaolian said with firm eyes: "Miss Mudan has an accident, I must go back."

"Okay, come with me!"

Pan Haodong waved his hand, and the wall beside him suddenly transformed into a door.

Zhu Xiaolian hurried in.

Hou Xia and Meng Longtan carried the fast food and followed closely behind.

When Pan Haodong stepped into this door, Master Fudo came out from the backyard, and looked at him calmly...

"This is where you said there were many women?"

"Where are the women?"

On a pile of rocks on the river bank covered with red moss.

While asking, Meng Longtan looked around. Except for the good environment, he didn't see a single woman.

He felt like he was being played.

If I had known that there would be such a place, I might as well have stayed in the ancient temple to rest.

"Go this way."

Zhu Xiaolian chose a direction based on his previous memory.

Hou Xia carried her luggage and followed behind with an uneasy look on her face, saying, "Sir, is this going to be hell?"

Zhu Xiaolian was worried about Peony, so he didn't reply, but Pan Haodong responded with great interest: "You guessed right, this is hell, but it's different from what you think, this hell is a relatively private hell, most people don't Qualified to come in."

"I'm just average, but I haven't come in yet."

Hou Xia was very self-aware, so he directly turned back.

Pan Haodong shook his head and smiled, but did not reply.

Hou Xia was lucky enough to follow in because Zhu Xiaolian was the son of luck in this world.

Meng Longtan and Hou Xia are supporting characters. When necessary, they can die for Zhu Xiaolian at any time and block the opponent's knife.

in one direction.

Zhu Xiaolian, Meng Longtan and Hou Xia had walked for most of the day. Unable to bear the hunger, they gathered on a stone to rest.

Hou Xia opened his bag, took out a steamed bun and handed it to his young master.

Zhu Xiaolian glanced at the hungry Meng Longtan, broke off the half and handed it over.

"..."

Hou Xia looked at Young Master and Meng Longtan, then at Pan Haodong who was sitting in front of him silently, his face was very conflicted, he thought for ten seconds, then opened the steamed bun in his hand, and handed out a few half of.

Good manners!

Pan Haodong gave a silent evaluation, then took out a roasted chicken out of thin air, made four servings, and said with a smile: "Your steamed buns have changed, don't eat them, be careful and you may get diarrhea. Eat mine, fresh roasted chicken, tender and juicy , Chewy."

"Mr. Pan, you don't have any luggage with you!" Meng Longtan took a quarter of the roast chicken, and looked curiously at it while eating: "How did this roast chicken come from?"

"Didn't I say that before? I have practiced since I was a child, and now I have some achievements..." Pan Haodong replied with a smile.

Zhu Xiaolian said with envy: "Brother Pan, your ability is really convenient. If I had this ability, I wouldn't have to take Hou Xia out with me to suffer."

Pan Haodong said: "Want to learn? I'll teach you."

"What price do I need to pay?"

As a scholar, Zhu Xiaolian is very aware of the preciousness of knowledge. No one will teach you knowledge for no reason, let alone Taoism?

"Recognize me as a big brother, and I will teach you how to practice."

Pan Haodong just had a temporary idea.

As the son of luck in this world, Zhu Xiaolian's cultivation talent is really not bad. Instead of recognizing his relatives, he can get a reward, teach him the Taoism afterwards, and when he succeeds in cultivation, he can also gain a younger brother with good strength.

It's a good deal.

But before Zhu Xiaolian made a decision, Meng Longtan, who saw Pan Haodong's extraordinary at a glance, couldn't wait to interject: "Mr. Pan, can I recognize you as my eldest brother? I also want to learn Taoism. I have become a swordsman since I was a child." Fairy's dream..."

(End of this chapter)