I live longer than the incomparable

Among the children of the believers, there are also those who are about the same age as Inosuke. After entering the temple, Inosuke ran to play with other children under the guidance of the believers.

Seeing the child run away, the eight hundred bhikkhuni continued to go to the room of the patriarch with the disciples.

Just when she was walking in the veranda, she suddenly said, "It's a boy."

The male believer was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized what she was talking about.

There is a strange rumor in the Bliss Cult.In addition to the patriarch who can hear the voice of "God", there is also a mysterious "prophetic priestess". Some older believers once told the young believers in the church that they were called "Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni". , Immortal witch.

That [-]-year-old bhikkhuni has a rare and beautiful face in the world, and also has abilities that ordinary humans cannot understand. It is even rumored that in the past few decades, her appearance has always maintained the appearance of a girl, and nothing has happened. Variety.

These unknown rumors are circulating in the religion, and some new rumors are often mixed in.

For example--

The believer who welcomed the eight hundred bhikkhuni into the temple once heard people say that every word that the eight hundred bhikkhuni in front of him casually said to others turned into reality.

And his wife is now pregnant and will give birth in a few months.

"You mean..." The male believer showed a look of surprise on his face, as if he didn't know what to say, he said thank you over and over again, with a look of great excitement: "I didn't expect people like us To be able to get the prophecy of Lord Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni..."

Amid such compliments, they also came to the house of the ancestor Tongmo. After silence, the disciples respectfully bowed their heads in thanks, and then retreated.

Today's weather is fine and the sun is very warm. It is a day suitable for going out to breathe, but Tong Mo's door is tightly closed, avoiding such warmth and sunshine.

Because "ghosts" are creatures abandoned by the sun, they must not appear under the sun, and are disgusted by gods.

Babai Khuni pushed open the barrier door without any hesitation, and she passed through the screens painted with lotus and gold patterns, and came to Tong Mo's bed.

A short curtain with the word "Ultimate Bliss" was hung on the fallen curtain, and the young man with white oak hair lay quietly on his side on the couch, with a handsome and handsome face.

It was as if he didn't hear the sound of someone pulling the barrier door open, nor did he hear the footsteps of someone approaching, even though the eight hundred bhikkhuni had already walked in front of him, Tong Mo didn't open his eyes.

However, based on what Bhikkhuni Babai knew about him, this gesture was probably made on purpose for her to see.

Just like the eight hundred bhikkhunis who have no longer nostalgia for this life, Tong Mo, who has never felt real "feelings", just relies on these small pleasures to pass the long years.

Eight Hundred Bhikkuni stopped in front of him, and just squatted down to see when he would open his eyes, but the moment he squatted down, he suddenly met a pair of beautiful iridescent eyes.

Those eyes were full of smiles, and the gorgeous eyes looked like a rainbow after the rain in the slightly dim and indoor room, clear and pure.The owner of the eyes had a carefree smile on his face, and said brightly and sincerely: "Eight hundred~"

He stretched out his hand to pull the eight hundred bhikkhuni in front of him, and the state of the two of them changed suddenly. Although the action was extremely sudden, Tong Mo's palm was intimately placed on the eight hundred bhikkhuni's back to pave the way for her. To prevent her from being crushed when she fell on the couch.

Caught off guard by his sudden action and pulled down on the bed, Babaichuni had a momentary look of surprise on his face, but after seeing Tong Mo who was pressing on him with a bright smile on his face, it turned into silent helplessness.

"You're doing this stupid thing again."

As Babai Khuni spoke, she stretched out her hand to push him away, but she didn't expect that Tong Mo didn't deliberately put on a weak look to be pushed away by her, but pulled out her hand from behind her, held her and stretched out his hand. Come and push your hand.

"What?" Tong Mo said with a dissatisfied face: "I thought Babai came to me because he missed me. After all, you are good——you haven't been to the temple for a long time."

When it came to the time, his voice dragged on for a long time, with a pitiful look of grievance. If it was any other person, I'm afraid he would feel sorry for him.

But what he is facing now is not an ordinary person, but an existence that has existed in this world for hundreds of years longer than him, and his understanding is far better than that of any believer in the church. It's easy to be impressed by this look.

"Is that so?" Eight Hundred Bhikkuni seemed indifferent to such accusations, but instead provoked: "For you, this kind of time is considered a long time?"

"Eh?"

Tong Mo looked at her disappointedly: "How can Babai say that, I hope to meet Babai every day."

Every time Babai Khuni came to the Bliss Cult, he had to face Tong Mo's "children's words without restraint". The bhikkhuni had an illusion of doubting the authenticity.

Different from the hypocrisy of Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi who only acts in front of people, Tong Mo's disguise is far more real than him. Whether in front of people or behind people, he will maintain the same demeanor, which can be said to be the ultimate intention.

Seeing that she couldn't push him, the eight hundred bhikkhuni simply lay down and talked to him, questioned the authenticity of his "hope every day", and received Tong Mo's grievances and complaints.

"Every time Babai comes to see me, it's because of a fight with Mr. Wu Mi, right?"

Tong Mo spoke vigorously: "Yaobai will think of me only at this time, which is already too much, especially since I miss Yaobai and Inosuke every day no matter whether I am happy or sad, it is really unfair."

Hearing that Babai Bhikkhuni was silent for a moment, then explained: "I didn't quarrel with him."

Rather than arguing with Oni Wu Tsuji, it would be more appropriate to say that he lost his temper. Hearing Tong Mo's speech, she couldn't help but say a few more words, and said very seriously: "Do you think that Oni Wu Tsuji is innocent? Would you be interested in arguing with me?"

Wen Yan Tong Mo showed a look of pity: "Babai is so pitiful."

His tears were always worthless, especially at this time, as the teardrops rolled down the face of Eight Hundred Bhikuni, and the rainbow-colored eyes were also covered with a layer of rain and mist.

"I have to endure the abuse of Lord Onimai Tsuji every day, and it is so hard to raise the children alone. Although I am Lord Onimai Tsuji's subordinate, even I can't stand this kind of thing."

This look of sincerely crying for her made Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni suspect for a moment that he had heard complaints from believers recently that made him cry so sincerely like pear blossoms and rain.

This kind of description seems a bit inappropriate for a man, but for a character like Tong Mo who is already very dreamy, no matter what beautiful words are used to describe it, I am afraid it will not surprise people.

Seeing that he was still immersed in his own imagination and unable to extricate himself, Babai Bikuni sighed: "Then don't watch."

Tong Mo, who was blocked by such words, finally calmed down a bit. He got up from the eight hundred bhikuni, took her hand so that she could get up too, and after the two stood up straight, they deftly arranged her clothes, while tidying up. While saying: "If I can be stronger, can I help you?"

"That probably has to be strong enough to be able to confront Ghost Mai Tsuji Muchan head-on."

The eight hundred bhikkhuni said this casually, completely disregarding that Onimai Tsuji could feel every movement and every conversation between them through his blood.

But in fact, Guiwu Tsuji Wumi seldom ran over because of this kind of thing. He usually kept a pile of accounts and calculated them together when he came in person.

When it was the most serious, I even almost took Tong Mo directly to the sun for a while, but because I was thinking about the ghost of winding, it has not been replaced for more than 100 years, and although Tong Mo always likes to do redundant things, but He was spared for the sake of not messing up an important mission.

After that time, Tong Mo restrained himself a lot, most of the time he was limited to verbal words, but he still liked to step on the bottom line of Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou and repeatedly jumped.

Tong Mo, who helped her tidy up her clothes, even tidied her hair before asking her with a smile.

"If it wasn't because of the quarrel with Onimai Tsuji-sama, then why did Yabai come to me this time?"

The young man standing in front of her unfolded his golden folding fan, which was engraved with a beautiful lotus pattern, and the sharp edge seemed to have some dry black and red left.

Yabaichuni did not answer this question directly, but frowned and said to him: "Inosuke is here too, remember to clean up this kind of thing first."

The author has something to say: as I was writing, I suddenly discovered that Babai's treatment at Momotou is much better than at Wu Mi's!

Wu Mi: Say one more thing, believe it or not, I will knock your head off?

Tong Mo: [-]~[Keaiaiai]

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket: Qian Shanqiu

Hugging Qiuqiu Jiujiu Jiujiu——