Chapter 1179 (1/2)

A restaurant, a private room by the window.

The unknown monk sat opposite pan Haodong, eating meat and vegetables, and kept stuffing things into his mouth. He had no image at all.

”Enough?” pan Haodong added a cup of tea to himself and said slowly, ”not enough. I'm ordering some dishes.”

”Enough.”

Pour all the soup from the five plates into the rice, mix well, and eat it all in three or two. The unknown monk was satisfied, burped, and then wiped his mouth with a paper towel: ”Mr. Pan, you're looking for me. It shouldn't be as simple as inviting a meal?”

”Yes, I want to talk to you.”

Pan Haodong put down his tea cup and said bluntly.

”About what?”

There was a flash of vigilance in the unknown monk's eyes.

Running east to Tibet over the years made him wary of outsiders. Even the person in front of him didn't give him any anxiety, and even felt very comfortable.

However, after wandering the Jianghu for so many years, the unknown monk has long seen through what it means to know people, face and heart.

Human heart is the most difficult thing in the world.

I have to guard against it!

”You've been guarding the scroll of the ancient Sutra for more than 60 years. You should be very tired!”

As soon as pan Haodong said this, the unknown monk subconsciously wanted to get up, but his body hasn't run up yet. The whole person is like being sealed by a solidified cement box. It's hard to even move his fingers.

”What did you do to me?”

The unknown monk looked at Pan Haodong with a frightened face.

So gentle, so elegant, so easy-going, how can a person have such terrible power? A simple look makes him unable to move.

It's terrible!

”Take it easy.”

Pan Haodong showed an affinity burst smile and comforted: ”I have no interest in the scroll you protect. I just want to talk to you and find a successor in another place.”

“……”

The unknown monk looked puzzled.

”The scroll of the ancient Sutra you guard is from the Tibetan Tantra. It is something for our Chinese people. Looking for a suitable successor, I think we should look for it in the mainland, Hong Kong and Macao.”

”Of course, if you don't want to move, you can look here, but you must be overseas Chinese with correct ideas, not banana people with yellow skin and white heart.”

”Do you know what I mean?”

Pan Haodong is a saint. Naturally, he can't see the scroll of ancient scriptures.

Although this thing can make people live long, gain invulnerable strength, and improve strength, speed, reaction ability and so on.

But in his eyes, he can't even make people immortal.

But he can mass produce immortals in minutes.

The reason why I made a special trip was that I didn't want the hot and yellow treasures to fall on Westerners, that's all.

”Mr. Pan, love knows no borders. I think your thoughts are too narrow. In this world, there are many selfless people who love. As long as they meet the conditions, no matter how they are born, I will pass on the scroll of the ancient Sutra to them.”