bodhisattva is busy

With nothing to do, Luo Fan imagined many scenes for himself when he arrived at Huashan and saw Yang Chan again. He burst into tears, "Your second brother and I are true love, please make it happen", and there was also "You are so kind and noble, I beg you to show your hand and let us go", the Qiong Yao version, and the revenge and debt collection version of "You dare to plot labor and capital, huh, take your life"...

But he never expected to see such a scene in front of him——

Deserted mountain roads, dilapidated temples, withered vegetation, dusty stone statues, everything shows the desolate and desolate status of this place.

The wretched man stood at the gate of the temple and looked in. He couldn't believe it: "This is really the legendary Holy Mother's Temple that is full of incense and ecstasy? Did you go wrong!"

"It's right here." Luo Fan looked around and murmured unconsciously.

He recognized the scenery here, the pattern of the temple, the position of the incense burner, the dense peach forest, the stone table under the tree, and even the guqin on the stone table, all of which were the same as in his memory—this is indeed the Temple of Our Lady That's right, just, why did it become like this?

Could it be because Yang Chan lost sight of him, so Yang Jian killed the culprit in a fit of rage?

Imagining the scene of Yang Jian cutting Yang Chan in half with a three-pointed and two-edged halberd, the corner of Luo Fan's mouth twitched: Well, this is not realistic.

"Are you here to offer incense?"

Luo Fan looked back and saw an old man with a white beard standing at the door leaning on a cane, his eyes were wise and his mouth was smiling with a three-pointed smile. He was very kind and kind.

The wretched man saw that he was an old man, he folded his fan, quickly restrained his domineering expression, politely moved out of the way, and replied: "Yes, I heard that the Temple of Notre Dame is effective, so I came here to pray."

Luo Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, but he couldn't tell that this wretched man was quite respectful.

"Then you came at the wrong place." The old man shook his head and walked into the door, looked at the Xiao Suo in the garden, sighed, turned around and waved at the wretched man: "Go back, this place has long been useless, and the Third Holy Mother... also long gone..."

The wretched man nodded and said yes, as long as the Notre-Dame Temple was ruined, this trip was in vain, and what was even more unlucky was that he was stalked by a super shameless robber who suspected he had evil plans against him, so he couldn't help but secretly said bad luck.

Luo Fan looked at the old man one more time - that sentence, that tone of voice, tsk tsk, almost put the label "I'm an insider" on his face.

"Are you the land here?"

"You..." The old man was startled, and hurriedly looked around. Seeing that the wretched man didn't pay attention to the movement here, he was relieved, looked Luo Fan up and down, and said uncertainly: "You...Where are you? A celestial being?"

Uh... That's a good question. Luo Fan's smile froze. It stands to reason that he is the great god who often comes to the human world to do business. The problem, once there is no jade bottle and lotus seat, his recognition is unexpectedly low.

"...It doesn't matter who I am." Pulling the fox fur robe that was wrapped around his body indiscriminately, and imagining his current image of disheveled clothes and messy hair like a refugee fleeing famine, Luo Fan decisively decided to skip his Question of identity, "Tell me what is going on with this Temple of Our Lady, and why it is so deserted?"

The earth sighed, "You commit crimes!"

Usually starting with these three words, the plot must be ups and downs, and the ending must be tragic and desolate. Luo Fan pulled the land and sat at the stone table, pricking up his ears to listen to the story.

"It's a long story." The land stroked his beard, "It can be summed up in one sentence: the three holy mothers love mortals privately, and were imprisoned by Yang Jian on Mount Hua."

Hey, what's the matter with this strong feeling of sadomasochism and taboo incest, the title party dies!

The veins on Luo Fan's forehead were throbbing, and just as he was about to ask for details, the old land suddenly jumped up in a panic, and said without beginning and end: "Oops, he is here, I have to avoid it quickly."

Saying that, Laotu shrank his head and burrowed into the ground, disappearing.

Without spiritual power, the ability to perceive has been greatly reduced. Luo Fan has not noticed anything wrong until now, but the flustered expression of the old land does not seem to be faking. I am afraid that someone has really come over.

Land is timid, but anyone who knows how to cast spells can overwhelm him, and he doesn't know the identity of the comer.I'm as weak as a piece of wood now, if it's a god, it's okay, but if it's a big monster who occupies the mountain and is king, it would be fun if it is accidentally wiped out, it will definitely become the headlines of the Three Realms , topping the list of incredible events!

Luo Fan immediately stood up and walked out. When passing by the door, he even gave the wretched man a hand, and lowered his voice, "Get out of here."

"Why?" The wretched man broke away from Luo Fan and looked at him warily. He didn't know why, but his face was written all over his face: What kind of tricks are you trying to play, I won't be fooled!

Luo Fan was speechless, he was too lazy to talk to him, and walked out, but this delay was too late, the mist rose, and there was only a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, even the temple gate and the wretched man who were close at hand were all staring at him. Not anymore.

Luo Fan stopped, it was like an enchantment, he was sure that he was no longer in the space just now.

It was as if he smelled the fragrance of flowers faintly, lingering faintly at the tip of his nose, something gently floated down like raindrops, landed on his hair and shoulders, stained his clothes, he twisted a piece and held it up in front of his eyes, it was a petal, that faint Pink peach petals.

The fog dissipated slowly, and Luo Fan found himself standing in the garden at the entrance of the Notre Dame Temple, but it was different from the decay before, surrounded by peach blossoms that were in full bloom, and when the wind blew, the petals fell rustlingly, as if taking a bath In the pale pink rain, it is like a dream.

"……is it you?"

"It's me...it's in your dream...I miss you so much..."

Luo Fan followed the prestige, and there were two embracing figures in the layered sea of ​​flowers. He didn't recognize the boy in his teens, but the woman's face was familiar——Yang Chan.

Yang Chan raised her hand, and slowly caressed the boy's face, her face was touched by the reunion after a long absence.

Holy crap, could this be the mortal who was said to be in love with the Three Holy Mothers?No wonder he thought that Yang Chan's face looked very maternal, so it was really Zhengtaikong!

Luo Fan stroked his chin, feeling that he was the truth.

Yang Chan's whole body trembled suddenly, the boy hurriedly grabbed her hand, his expression worried and nervous: "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Chan shook her head, "I'm fine, Chen Xiang, let Mother take a good look at you."

Agarwood?

mother?

……

When a thunderbolt struck, Luo Fan was instantly petrified.

He must be listening the wrong way!

He has only been away for a few days, where did Yang Chan get such a big baby?Did it pop out of a crack in the rock?This is really unscientific!

"Yang Chan." Luo Fan couldn't bear it anymore, and walked out from behind the heavily covered branches. He felt that it was necessary for him to figure out what happened after that day, why he always felt that something was wrong.

The tear-jerking mother-son reunion was interrupted, and Yang Chan turned her head in surprise, "You..."

Luo Fan grinned, hooked his lips provocatively, and smiled like a villainous big boss, "Why, I didn't expect that I was still alive."

"That..." Yang Chan's eyes changed from shock to confusion, "Who are you?"

"Pfft!" A mouthful of old blood.

Luo Fan's internal injury, although he is indeed a little bit sloppy, dirty, and unkempt now, but... is it really to the point where he can't be recognized?Have it? !

Yang Chan looked at him carefully, and said hesitantly: "Look carefully, you look quite like Guanyin Bodhisattva..."

Luo Fan 囧: "... I was originally."

Damn, I'm playing labor and capital, right? It's too black-bellied. Isn't this guy really changed by Yang Jian?

Yang Chan's expression changed, "Presumptuous! Don't think you can pretend to be a Bodhisattva with this face."

Luo Fan was embarrassed: "..." I don't want to explain why the labor and capital are genuine!

Yang Chan sneered: "Who doesn't know that Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva is dressed in white gauze, and when he travels, he must have a round light on his head, step on a lotus platform, and hold a jade bottle in his hand.

Luo Fan jittery: "..." What else could he say, other than being speechless or speechless.

Yang Chan, Yang Chan, in the past, when you came to the Zhenjun Temple to report every day, we would look up and see you, but now you can only rely on those markers if you want to recognize me?Nima, what a labor-management relationship!

"Mother, who is he? Why did he pretend to be a Bodhisattva?" Chen Xiang was very puzzled. Didn't Mother just say that this was in his dream? Where did this guy who had never met come from?

"Mother doesn't know either." Yang Chan gently patted Chen Xiang's head.

Luo Fan: "..." Since you don't know you are Mao, why do you think that labor and capital are counterfeit? !

"Speaking of which, it is thanks to Bodhisattva that I can meet you today, mother, who helped me come to your dream."

No, it is impossible for labor and management to do such a good deed, and you didn't discuss it to death!

Ripples suddenly appeared in the surrounding air, swaying in circles like the surface of water. In the void, a cold and familiar voice sounded, "It's time, you should leave, Third Holy Mother."

Luo Fan froze for a moment, the voice...

"Yes, today's matter, thank you Bodhisattva for your mercy." Yang Chan nodded, hugged Chen Xiang tightly, then slowly let go, and finally gave him a reluctant look, and her figure slowly faded away.

"mother!"

Chen Xiang yelled, stretched out his hand to grab it, but couldn't touch anything, tears fell from his eyes silently, he fell to the ground, and then suddenly woke up from the dream.

Seeing the figures of Yang Chan and Chen Xiang disappearing from the illusion one after another, Luo Fan raised his head and looked at the place where the voice came from before. He could hear it very clearly, the voice was very familiar - it was the voice that belonged to Luo Fan alone.

Against the light, the thick clouds dissipated, and in the dazzling golden light, a very familiar figure gradually appeared, with a white gauze skirt, holding a clean bottle, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, his expression was indifferent, his eyes glanced over faintly, as if indifferent Also like compassion.

——He had seen this appearance countless times in the mirror.

Luo Fan was dumbfounded, his whole body was in Sparta, what is wrong with this world, why did he go out when he closed and opened his eyes? !

The author has something to say: Luo Fan (tears): Nephew, this world has no common sense anymore, come and save me! ~~o(>_<)o~~

Brother Monkey lying innocently on the gun (scratching his head): So, am I that unscientific existence that popped out from the crevice of the rock?

Jin Chanzi (stretches out his hand): Hu touches comfort.

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