The big monk's face darkened, and he secretly wiped the sweat on his palms, and was glad that he was almost exposed just now.

If the person who came was not an old man, but an old lady, it would have to be exposed.

At the same time, he secretly thought to himself in his heart, whose child is this, how can he grow so big and not be beaten to death.

Pan Xin also has a black face, no matter how he says it, he is also a master of the martial arts level, and he has actually fallen to the level of letting people tell fortunes and marriage.

Then, Long Zun took out another skewer, handed it to the great monk, and said in his mouth: "Look at this, do the math?"

"What does the donor want to ask for?" the great monk asked patiently.

"Marriage!" Long Zun said without even thinking about it.

"Poor monk, look. The great monk took the bamboo stick, glanced at the handwriting on it, and said in his heart, this marriage should be yours!

Then, the great monk said: "This sign is not very good. ”

"What's not good?" asked Long Zun nervously, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

After the great monk saw it, he was basically sure in his heart that this sign was the marriage of this young man.

With a score in his heart, he said: "The road to marriage is bumpy, and there will be a peach blossom tribulation, but fortunately, the calamity has not become a peach blossom calamity, it will only hurt, but it will not be fatal." ”

"So serious?" Long Zun looked nervous, and pressed his hands on the table.

"This is not the most fatal, the most terrible thing is that the Peach Blossom Tribulation is not so easy to pass, if you accidentally go the wrong way and become a Peach Blossom Disaster, I'm afraid that even the poor monk I can't resolve it." The great monk said with an oath.

"That can be resolved. Long Zun asked eagerly.

"Of course. The great monk nodded a little proudly, "The poor monk is a disciple of the Taoist Buddhist Temple for three generations, and he has obtained the true inheritance, and his cultivation is enough to be proud of the others. ”

"How do you do that?" asked Long Zun.

"It's very simple, use gold and silver to dissolve bad luck, soothe the catastrophe of peach blossoms, and then melt gold and mercury into my Buddha, which can naturally be resolved. The great monk assured.

Long Zun frowned, and said worriedly, "Is there no other way?" Gold and silver are very valuable, and our family doesn't have much. ”

The great monk thought for a moment and said, "There is another way, but it is a little difficult, and it is difficult for ordinary people to do it. ”

"What method, please ask the master for advice. Long Zun looked pious.

The great monk erected with one hand, recited a Buddha name, and said, "Unless Xiaoyou can become a Martial Master Realm cultivator within three months, it will be difficult to escape this catastrophe." ”

"Oh, I see, then there is no need for gold and silver, and when I become a martial artist, I can resolve it by myself. Long Zun said with a happy face.

The great monk's face darkened, and he hurriedly said: "Donor, you have to think about it, that is the cultivation of the martial arts realm, and it is difficult for ordinary people to achieve it in their lifetime." ”

"Don't worry, I'm sure, isn't it the martial artist realm? Long Zun said happily.

The great monk looked confused, and then asked, "Donor, are you a cultivator?"

"No, I don't even know what a cultivator is. Long Zun said.

The Great Monk breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a high-ranking appearance: "Donor, do you know how many realms there are between the beginning of cultivation and becoming a Great Martial Master Realm cultivator?"

"How many realms?" asked Long Zun pretending not to know, and Pan Xin in the back almost burst out laughing when he heard it.

"There are three great realms needed, the martial arts realm, the warrior realm, and the martial artist realm. The big monk counted in his mouth.

"It's only three realms, just one realm a month, and three people are enough to become a great martial artist realm. Long Zun said without thinking about it.

Poof!

The great monk took a sip of salt water, no, it was saliva squirting out.

"The donor is sure, and the poor monk will not be persuaded. As he spoke, he looked at the old man behind him, "This benefactor, you should understand the martial artist realm, right?"

"I know! Three realms, martial arts realm, warrior realm, martial artist realm. Pan Xin pulled his fingers and counted.

"Yes, yes, yes. The great monk nodded again and again, and then said: "Donor, you should be able to understand how difficult it is to become a martial artist! ”

"No need, my grandson is right, one month has already reached the realm, exactly three months three realms, and reached the realm of what kind of martial artist. Pan Xin also said the same.

The big monk's face darkened, what kind of person is this, it's really not a family that doesn't enter the door.

Then, he put away the things on the table, and then said, "Don't disturb the two, the poor monk wants to be quiet, so he will leave." ”

"Wait. Long Zun suddenly shouted, looking at the confused eyes of the great monk and asked: "The master is a monk, and when you hear it quietly, it is a woman's name, and the master wants to be a woman, but it really shouldn't be!"

The great monk suddenly felt a stream of blood splenish and hit the top of his brain, if it weren't for the fact that this was the Daxiong Treasure Palace, he really wanted to strangle the young man in front of him with his hands.

The great monk clasped his hands together and said, "The donor has misunderstood, this quiet is not quieter than quiet, let's let the poor monk leave!"

So saying, he got up from his seat, wrapped himself in a robe, and prepared to leave.

Long Zun said again: "Master, please wait before leaving, I still have some bamboo sticks here that I haven't helped me solve." ”

The great monk glanced back and found that Long Zun was holding a bamboo stick in his hand, his face was dark, and he left the Daxiong Treasure Hall quickly.

"What kind of person! no, what kind of monk!" Long Zun threw the bamboo stick in his hand on the table.

"Okay, don't tease a monk, it's time to get down to business. Pan Xin reminded that he was still thinking about the parchment roll in his heart.

"I'm bored, let's go, I want to be quiet, too. Long Zun stood up and was about to leave the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and Pan Xin followed.

The two of them had not walked far, and before they could go out, the monk who had asked them to draw lots before came over, folded his hands, and said to the two of them: "Two donors, do you want to put on a stick of incense?" ”

As soon as Pan Xin wanted to speak, he heard Long Zun on the side say: "I don't have any money, I will give it to the big monk to take it away and turn it into gold and mercury water, where is the money to buy incense, or you can give us a few." ”

The monk on the opposite side secretly glanced at the place where the big monk who had unsigned, and found that there was no one left, and his heart suddenly realized that he had made enough money and slipped away in advance.

Seeing that an old man and a young man in front of him had become a poor ghost from Kaizi, he was not interested in entanglement, so he folded his hands and said: "Xiangzeng is a destined person, since the two donors have no fate this time, then next time I come to burn incense, I think I will become a destined person." ”

(End of chapter)