"Cackle..." There was another burst of laughter like silver bells.

"What's wrong with me? Are you trying to say why I don't age?"

Lan Yue'er stretched out her hand and tapped Yiwu Shengsheng, pretending to be angry: "I'm only sixteen years old this year, how can I get old? Your twenty years are only one year to me, okay, no

You're talking nonsense, I'm here in person today, but I've given you enough face and a nice word, will you surrender?"

Monk Yiwu gave a bitter smile and said: "I have been studying Buddhist scriptures for more than a hundred years, and I have quite a lot of experience. I have never made any mistakes when reading faces and predicting the future. Three days ago, I predicted that there would be a disaster today.

And it’s still a death disaster, and Donor Guo is not that good. I was still wondering who was going to see me die, but I didn’t expect it to be an old senior.”

Then he laughed again, as if he was completely relieved, clasped his palms together and said: "I have already seen through the world of mortals. Life is death, death is life, so what should I be afraid of? I have lived for more than a hundred years, which can be considered

My Buddha is merciful!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes slightly and waited quietly for Lan Yue'er to take action, and actually gave up resistance completely.

After hearing these words, Lan Yue'er's eyes suddenly flashed with sadness, and she sighed quietly: "Looking at the world of martial arts today, you are the only friend I have from a hundred years ago. The only one who hates me is Mr. Zhang. That's all."

He left without saying a word. Yue'er wanted to be his slave and stay with him for the rest of his life. He didn't even give me this chance. Who can understand the pain in my heart?"

Yiwu Saint Monk opened his eyes, looked at Lan Yue'er carefully and said: "Senior, you are young... Well, it is unwise to be trapped by love and bind yourself. I look at your face, the corners of your eyebrows and your eyes.

There is a faint pink color, and the red luan star is moving. It is just as I expected. You will gain something within a year. If you can correct your evil ways and do good deeds, your marriage will come faster."

Lan Yue'er was stunned for a moment, and then showed a charming smile: "Little monk, I just expressed my feelings. I didn't expect you to kill a snake with a stick. But if what you said is true, I really can't bear to kill him.

It’s you, giggling, giggling, let’s do this, just based on your few words, I will lend you another ten years of life, so you can take care of yourself!”

As soon as she finished speaking, Lan Yue'er stretched out her jade-onion-like index finger and tapped it lightly, and a blue scorching flame beam shot out. It was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, it sank into the Qi Sea Cave of the old monk Yiwu.

middle.

"The blue flame demonic energy will slowly erode your meridians, and you will definitely die in ten years. Little monk, you'd better find a successor quickly..."

A breeze blew, and Lan Yue'er turned into an afterimage and disappeared. The mist all over the courtyard disappeared in an instant. The purple bamboo forest under the moonlight was still swaying quietly with the wind.

Guo Bin listened to the secrets from a hundred years ago and was filled with sighs. He thought to himself: "The Master Zhang mentioned by the Dharma King must be the extraordinary man who disappeared a hundred years ago, and his ancestor is also named Zhang.

, is this a coincidence? Even if they are not the same person, they must have a very deep connection. No wonder the Dharma King is more partial to me. It turns out to be Aiwujiwu! Before I came here, I was still worried about the assignment of tasks, but now it seems

It’s really ridiculous. I don’t know how the mission of ‘February Lord’ has been completed. Isn’t he disabled? Gagaaaaaa...”

Thinking of this, he glanced at Yiwu Saint Monk, and without even saying hello, he swayed and disappeared into the night.

The holy monk Yiwu sighed softly and said in his heart: "I thought I was going to die tonight, but I didn't expect that I could live for another ten years. Could it be that I really made a mistake? Or am I the Buddha who is compassionate? The reincarnation of life and death, color and color are empty,

What’s there to be afraid of?”

"Amitabha!" Thinking of this, Yiwu Saint Monk shouted the Buddha's name and felt relieved.

"Tuk! Tuk!"

About a quarter of an hour later, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the Jingxin Hall.

Monk Yiwu frowned slightly, floated downstairs, waved his sleeves, and opened the door.

There was a middle-aged man standing outside the door, wearing official uniform, and holding a lively and cute little girl with pigtails in his hand. She looked about seven or eight years old, with a delicate face, and she was a beauty at first sight.

The embryo looked around with his big curious eyes, filled with spiritual energy.

This man's name is Nie Yuan, and he is the county magistrate here. Leiyue Temple is a royal temple. His official position is low and he can't enter at all on weekdays. This time the Queen Mother came to offer incense, and he waited on her in front and back, so that he could enter.

When you go to the temple, you will certainly not miss this golden opportunity.

"It turns out to be Mr. Nie. It's so late. Do you have something urgent to do with me?"

"Nie Yuan paid a visit to the holy monk and came late at night to disturb the holy monk's spiritual practice. He deserves death for his crime!"

As soon as Nie Yuan entered the door, he knelt down and worshiped. The little girl next to him was very well-behaved and smart, and she also knelt down and worshiped him.

"Master Nie, please stand up and speak." With a wave of his sleeves, Nie Yuan and the little girl all stood up involuntarily.

"Holy Monk, this is Xiaguan's adopted daughter Shui Ling. I would like to ask the Holy Monk to look at her face and give her some advice. I would be very grateful to you!"

With a flick of a finger, the two candlesticks in front of a bronze mirror on the table immediately burned. The candlelight was reflected by the bronze mirror, and the entire room was enveloped in yellow light.

"Lord Nie, please bring your wife here." Yiwu Shengseng sat down at the table.

Nie Yuan did not dare to neglect, so he quickly picked up Shui Ling and walked to sit opposite the Yiwu Saint Monk.

"Holy monk, Xiaguan is nearly fifty years old and has no children. Shuiling was abandoned by her parents when she was an infant. Fortunately, she was found by Xiuguan. Xiuguan regarded her as the apple of his eye and regarded her as his own child. Now she has passed away.

At eight years old, this girl is doing well everywhere, but she has a strange disease. Whenever midnight comes, she will become stupid. After midnight, she will return to normal. For this reason, the official has invited countless famous doctors to treat her.

She diagnoses and treats, but... it seems that it's almost time again, ugh!"

Monk Yiwu looked at Little Shuiling carefully while listening to Nie Yuan's speech. Gradually, his expression changed!

"Holy Monk, please take a look and give me some advice. What is the future fortune of this girl? If I can give her a good prescription to cure her strange disease, I would be willing to go bankrupt for Leiyue Temple..."

Before Nie Yuan could finish speaking, he was stopped by Wu Wu who raised his hand.

The old monk stared at the little Shuiling, with shock and disbelief in his eyes. His two foot-long white eyebrows were flying up and down automatically, making Nie Yuan's heart dance up and down.

"Look at what the holy monk means, Shui Ling's face is definitely not ordinary! I just don't know whether it is good or bad? If the luck is not good, then I will ask him to tamper with the fate. As long as Shui Ling can have a good future, even if it is a trick,

It’s worth it!”

Poor parents in the world, everything parents do can be said to be for their own children, and it has nothing to do with whether they are biological children or not.
Chapter completed!