Normally, if you have a relationship with a Buddha, it is a curse.

After all, if you are destined for the Buddha, you have to give alms, you have to shave, and you have to donate something.

But Xue Ling's relationship with the Buddha is really one day to meet the Buddha again, inherit the mantle, and inherit the martial arts.

This is a bit emotional.

And Xue Ling, who was in the center of the story, looked at Lu Yuan and continued to add: "This is the story of me and the Empty Enlightenment Monk and King Kong's incorruptible divine skills. ”

"I didn't tell Mr. Zou before, this selfishness, please understand and forgive Master Lu."

At this time, how could Lu Yuan say that he didn't understand and didn't forgive?

This is King Kong, not bad, okay.

The guarantee becomes the second grade, and there is a chance to become a first-grade master.

And Zhao Jing, who was next to him, couldn't help but say with emotion: "Buddhism has clouds, and every peck and drink is a fixed number." ”

"Miss Xue was taught by the empty monk when she was young, and now when the empty monk is dying, she can preach for the empty monk, and it must be passed on as a beautiful talk."

With Zhao Jing's round, the atmosphere couldn't help but be much more harmonious.

Xue Ling still really made a great contribution, if it weren't for Xue Ling, I really didn't know how to end things.

Lu Yuan could only nod at Xue Ling: "Human nature, human nature, after all, such a private matter has nothing to do with the overall situation, of course I understand if you are selfish, just say it now." ”

"And, you should know my purpose for coming to Los Angeles this time, right?"

Lu Yuan asked rhetorically.

Xue Ling looked at Lu Yuan: "But about the Los Angeles Hive?" ”

"Yes, the Los Angeles hive is moving, and Lord Zhou's recital is directly to the heavens, and the saint is furious, and he specially sent me to deal with the affairs of Los Angeles."

"When I came to L.A., I found that things were far more complicated than I had imagined."

"In desperation, I may need your help next."

"As Mr. Zhao Da said before, you are just an idle man who I unintentionally ordered, but now you have become a life-and-death opponent of victory or defeat."

"Me?" Xue Ling pretended to be surprised and said, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Sure enough—everything was as Fang Bei expected.

……

……

The moonlight is like water, and the night is like water.

It's just that water of different colors slides down from an endless high distance.

At the end of those slippery waters, He Ping and Fang Bei sat on the rooftop, like two guardian beasts on the roof.

"I'm still a little curious, why you left Xue Ling in the first place." He Ping said quietly.

"I think I've already explained." Fang Bei said with a smile.

"Hmm." He Ping nodded: "But is there a new explanation?" ”

Saying this, He Ping turned his head to look at Fang Bei's side face.

The young man's face was clean and calm, and there was no wave: "For example, you like her a little?" ”

Fang Bei shook his head firmly: "No." ”

"Do you know that you won't be able to marry a wife like this?" He Ping looked at Fang Bei sarcastically and said, "How do you say that?"

"What did you tell me, what is it and what is not?"

Fang Bei covered his forehead quietly, when Ningxia said this, Fang Bei could reply confidently, I can't marry a wife, what does it matter to you.

But in the face of He Ping, you can't say that.

After all, here in Ningxia, don't say that I don't plan to marry you, so what's your business.

But for He Ping, He Ping's farewell is the relationship between a teacher, a mother and a sister.

Let me ask - the mother doesn't care about her son's marriage?

Therefore, He Ping has a legitimate reason to care.

Especially as Fang Bei grows bigger and better, but he is also becoming more and more uninterested in girls, He Ping is honestly very panicked.

In fact, He Ping sometimes wants to ask, but he doesn't dare to ask a question, you don't like it, you don't like it, you see how good Shang Jiuge is, how much Ningxia is, even Xue Ling is not bad, if you are a childhood sweetheart, you can see how Huo Ying is.

Obviously, there are so many girls around me, and I don't even have the interest to flirt every day, I only know how to practice and practice all day long, and you are still practicing when you practice more than me.

So, you can't be my type, right?

He Ping didn't dare to ask this sentence, because she didn't know how Fang Bei would answer.

In case you don't really say you like it, what should He Ping do?

Kill and bury Fang Bei?

I still can't do this.

But as far as He Ping himself is concerned, Fang Bei is his younger brother and his own son, so the emotional aspect is absolutely not considered.

"Which boy is not in love, which girl is not pregnant with spring." Fang Bei looked at He Ping and said, "Well, what Goethe said, not what I said. ”

He Ping tacitly did not ask who Goethe was.

Because I asked Fang Bei, I wouldn't say one, so I came.

"So you're not a boy, aren't you?" He Ping asked lightly.

"Sort of." Don't answer.

"What do you mean?" He Ping was not happy.

Isn't your own recipe outstanding? Which stunning woman on the rivers and lakes is not worthy?

What does it mean to be considered a boy?

"It's just barely counting, but it doesn't really mean it." Fang Bei replied.

Because, in terms of psychological age, Fang Bei is indeed no longer a young man.

Just like Huo Ying said at the beginning, Fang Bei is the smartest child she has ever seen in the world.

She is the second smartest in the world.

Because the Fang that Huo Ying saw at the beginning was more mature, more stable, more thoughtful, and more stable like an old dog than her.

Obviously, Huo Ying herself is an extremely precocious type.

Because before crossing into the body of this seven-year-old child, Fang Bei had already had twenty-two years of life experience.

So much so that after coming to this world, he actually didn't know anything about this young child, so he even used his name directly.

Farewell.

His own death was a sudden accident, and he was in danger of dying again as soon as he encountered the world, like a fledgling that had just broken out of its shell, and he instinctively believed that he was the first human he saw.

And Sister Ping is the human who saved him.

He begged hard to let Sister Ping take in his burden.

And the only thing Fang Bei did for the next ten years was to make himself less cumbersome.

Become helpful to He Ping.

Become in control of your own destiny.

It can make it easier for himself and Sister Ping to live.

That's the ultimate rule of his actions.

Surviving is not easy, so you can't easily lose your life.

Especially this life is still owed by him to Sister Ping.

He didn't dare to imagine how sad Sister Ping would be if he really died.

I didn't dare to imagine the scene of He Ping dying in front of his eyes.

But Sister Ping is too strong, too strong, so strong that it has suffocated him for a long time.

So Fang Bei could only keep chasing behind He Ping's back, and kept catching up.

He was afraid that he would not run fast enough.

I was afraid that before I ran to the end, Sister Ping fell in front of me.

Because I'm afraid, that's why I run.

"Relative to liking people." Fang Bei smiled in the moonlight.

"I'd rather be able to live."

"Live with Sister Ping."

"If you can, help others."