Mama Lan vigilantly stood in front of Chu Xian.

Chu Xian's heart warmed, she didn't expect Mama Lan to react so quickly, and she didn't expect her first reaction to be to stand in front of her to protect her.

She patted Mama Lan's elbow lightly, and then looked at the monk with the beard: "Since I don't know whether to talk about it or not, then don't talk about it." ”

Joke, she's a time-traveler, okay!

A monk also wants to bluff her? Is she so uninformed?

And this monk's voice is a little familiar, as if it was the one who talked to Tong Jia Muzhen in the plum forest in the morning?

Chu Xian grabbed Mama Lan's wrist and turned around to leave, but she didn't linger at all.

The monk was stunned, his beard movements paused, and his unfathomable image was almost untenable.

Staring at Chu Xian's figure helping his grandmother leave, he shook his head slightly and sighed in his heart: It is really unusual to have such momentum at a young age. It's a pity, it's a pity!

It's just that, isn't it just a little choking when he speaks, what does he care about as a high-ranking monk with her?

What needs to be said still has to be said, and what needs to be done still has to be done.

"Amitabha, please step back from the benefactor." He recited the Buddha and paused in place, his voice deep.

Just listening to the voice, it does have the appearance of a high-ranking monk.

Chu Xian took Mama Lan's hand and turned around: "If you have something to say, just say it directly, there is no need to hide it like this." Mama is someone close to me, so I don't have to mind. ”

"Please let the donor back down." He was somewhat insistent.

Chu Xian didn't answer at all: "Although you are an outsider, but I have a special identity, wouldn't talking to you alone make people think more?" If you don't want to say it, don't say it. ”

Since the donor is so insistent, the poor monk naturally has no objection. The poor monk spoke bluntly. He looked compassionate.

"Poor monks can look at faces." He closed his eyes slightly and opened them again, as if he was in great pain.

Chu Xian was unmoved, waiting for his next step. Her look as if she didn't care what he was going to say made the old monk feel a pity in his heart.

"The benefactor is a rich and noble man." He lamented.

Chu Xian nodded: "You are right, my mother's husband's family is a rich and noble family." ”

"But the donor is shrouded in clouds over his head, even if he has monstrous wealth and no life, with all due diligence to the poor monk, the donor is a short-term appearance, and you will not live for three years."

"Damn,! Where is the bald donkey farting here! Xiao Qi jumped angrily: "The bastard dead bald donkey dares to curse my boss!" ”

Chu Xian glanced at the time on the system panel with her consciousness, and silently calculated, this monk was not wrong......

Her current health is indeed less than three years.

But that's just for now. She wouldn't let herself die so easily.

Chu Xian frowned slightly and glanced at the old monk, and shook her head: "I don't believe it." ”

"Poor monks are monks, and monks don't speak." The old monk wiped his beard and smiled kindly.

Chu Xian shook her head: "I don't believe it, my life is not something you can judge in vain." ”

"The donor's bearing is unmatched," the old monk smiled, and he took out a string of mahogany bracelets from his sleeve, "The poor monk has a magic weapon to help the donor tide over the difficulties." Wearing it on your body or stowed away in your bedroom can help the giver save the day. ”

Chu Xian glanced at the inconspicuous peach bracelet, and immediately gave Xiao Qi an order: "You go and scan the peach bracelet, I want to see what the origin is, he is so good." ”