Chapter 845 (1/2)
The Buddhist temple is deep and the wind is slow.
Under the ancient tree.
Pan Haodong looked at the wary immobile monk and couldn't help laughing. ”Master, dare you ask your aunt's layman name, but her surname is Pan?”
”Good.” The monk nodded.
Pan Haodong stressed, ”my name is pan, too. I was in the same family with my aunt 5000 years ago.”
“……”
The monk is silent.
It was a family five thousand years ago. Many people outside said that to the rich and powerful with the same surname, they just changed thousands to hundreds.
The same surname doesn't mean anything.
”My aunt is also called XiuXiu. Five thousand years ago, she lived in a small town ten miles away to the east of this ancient temple. When she went to the mountain to worship Buddha, she encountered mountain bandits and was saved by the little monk who went down the mountain to buy, that is, the master...”
Pan Haodong's words are true. Unlike before, he was full of anger. His eyes and words are false. However, the story is very wonderful and touching.
”Childe pan, you can't hide these things from the immortal Luo as long as you have a heart.”
The immovable monk still doesn't believe that pan Haodong has a kinship with XiuXiu in his heart. If he does, he won't come to meet him until now.
After all, it is no secret that my aunt lived in the Wanhua forest in the mural Wonderland and built a daughter country herself.
Even if they were really aunts and nephews, they thought of meeting each other for so long, and their previous relationship was not much better.
”If you don't believe it, forget it.”
Pan Haodong sighed and didn't bother to say more.
It doesn't matter whether the monk believes it or not. The urgent task is to find a way to persuade his aunt to complete the task of recognizing relatives, and then find a place to cultivate the injured spirit.
Looking at Pan Haodong who got up and left, the motionless monk shouted, ”Mr. Pan, I wish you good luck.”
……
”Childe, you'd better have some!”
”This is hell!”
”Childe.”
Pan Haodong returned to the temple from the backyard. Zhu Xiaolian, who entered the fairyland in the painting, has returned.
At the moment, Zhu Xiaolian is standing in front of the mural, staring at the mural. Hou Xia holds a bowl of vegetarian rice and persuades the childe to eat. Behind them, there is an indifferent cook.
——Meng Longtan.
”No, it's her.”
”Where's the door... Where's the door!”
Zhu Xiaolian nervously groped for the mural.
As soon as he returned to the temple from the mural, the door must be on the mural.
”Where's the door?”
”Where's the door?”
Zhu Xiaolian looked for a while and saw pan Haodong walking back to the temple. He hurriedly came forward and said, ”brother pan, have you seen a door?”
”What door?”
”You should have seen the door just now. I want to go back to that place.”
”Where?”
”A Taoist temple with only women...”
When Zhu Xiaolian said this, the rice man Meng Longtan became interested and interrupted, ”isn't that heaven?”
Hou Xia followed closely and said, ”young master, you are probably hungry and faint. Please have a fast meal!”
”I'm not hungry.”
Zhu Xiaolian pulled aside the vegetarian meal delivered by the schoolboy, looked at Pan Haodong with hope and said, ”brother pan, I met a bunch of beautiful women in that place. They had an accident. I have to go back. If you go with me, you will definitely meet your partner. Tell me, where was the door just now? ”
A bunch of beautiful women?
Meng Longtan's eyes suddenly brightened, and he stopped eating, staring straight at Zhu Xiaolian.