Fortunately, the deafening heavy metal music in the room was very loud, covering up Xia Zhongyuan's doubts about the monk.

The monk nodded reverently, and said loudly almost in a roar: "Little Uncle Ancestor, this guest has a question and asks to see Uncle Junior Ancestor." ”

Xia Zhongyuan was dumbfounded: Little Uncle Ancestor? Are you sure this punk young gangster is the same generation as the abbot of Daishoji Temple, Master Shizunai? Or what kind of monk? It's not like that if you want to cheat me out of my incense money, is it? Anyway, you also have to make some effort to find an old monk with fairy wind bones!

It is a one-in-two-open meditation room, with a set of fabric sofas and a tempered coffee table, a reed in a vase on the coffee table, an old-fashioned gramophone on the table next to it, and a few vinyl records scattered next to the gramophone.

A young man who looked like a monk - who said he looked like a monk because he had nine ring scars on his bald head - lay lazily on a rattan rocking chair in the corner, and when he heard the words of the monk of the knowledge, he stood up and turned off the gramophone: "Don't bother me if you say there is no big thing, I don't have time to deal with those laymen...... Hey? ”

Taking advantage of the young monk's surprise to look at Xia Zhongyuan's kung fu, the monk knew that he had accomplished something important, and hurriedly retreated, and told Xia Zhongyuan when he left: "Donor, this is the only monk in my temple in the past three hundred years, if you have any questions, just ask him, I will go out first." ”

"Master...... Hey......" Xia Zhongyuan shouted in a low voice, but although the monk was not tall, he walked quickly, and when Xia Zhongyuan turned around, only a gust of wind was left in the same place, and the monk had already disappeared.

This monk was a sprint champion before he became a monk, right?

There was no way, Xia Zhongyuan turned around and clasped his hands together at the young man in front of him: "Hello master!" ”

At this time, Xia Zhongyuan discovered that the young monk still had a hole in his nose on the left side, and he was wearing a shining silver ring.

"Hello!" Shakyana retracted his surprised gaze, straightened the crumpled monk's robe on his body, and his face was a rare redden.

"Sit down!" Shakyana casually pointed to the sofa that looked very comfortable, and walked over to sit on the sofa first.

Xia Zhongyuan really had never seen such a monk, and he couldn't help but think of Wei Xiaobao's situation as a monk on behalf of the emperor in Shaolin Temple.

This so-called little uncle who seems super unreliable, shouldn't he also be a monk on behalf of the emperor?

Bah! Where did you think of it!

Xia Zhongyuan shook his head secretly, where is there an emperor in the current society, he thinks too much, since the monk who knows the guest so much admires the young monk in front of him, he must have real skills.

People with skills are generally more different, and Xia Zhongyuan has really seen a lot of this.

Xia Zhongyuan smiled politely, sat on the sofa opposite Shakyaan, and was about to open his mouth, but Shakyana spoke first with the appearance of a street fortune-teller: "Sir, oh no, the donor came to my temple because something strange happened to him recently, right?" ”

Xia Zhongyuan immediately put away his contempt, and nodded again and again: "The master is right, ...... a few days ago"

But Shakyana did not allow him to say anything, and continued to pretend to be a god: "According to my observation, the donor has already survived the crisis at that time, and there is no need to come to the temple to ask for help. ”

This seemingly unreliable monk really has two brushes, and he knows it very well! Xia Zhongyuan thought about it and said respectfully: "It was okay at the time, but I suspect that someone did something to me and made me fall for the evil law?" ”

Shakyana casually looked Xia Zhongyuan up and down: "This should not be, sir...... Ahh He patted his mouth lightly: "There is no trace of evil law on the donor's body, and the person who helped the donor deal with things at that time has done a good job." ”

Nonsense, I already feel the remnants of Qu Nan's spiritual power in you, just such a small thing on you, if he can't handle it, it will also waste his spiritual power, but you, obviously it's okay, why did you come to Dazhao Temple for help again?

Shakyana thought secretly and stared at Xia Zhongyuan silently.

"But......" Xia Zhongyuan was a little embarrassed, he couldn't say that his daughter had fallen in love with a poor reporter, he thought he was incompetent, suspected that his daughter had fallen into evil, and wanted the monk to help him pull his daughter's heart back from the poor boy?

Fortunately, although Shakyaan is not reliable in appearance, he is extremely empathetic, and seeing that Xia Zhongyuan was silent, he got up and poured a cup of tea to tell him not to worry, and slowly talk about what happened.

Xia Zhongyuan drank some tea, thinking about it, there is nothing to talk about about it, it is nothing more than a parent who is dedicated to the good of his children and wants to beat the mandarin duck, and he is indeed a little weird that day.

He picked on the matter and told him what happened, but he didn't say that it was his daughter's boyfriend who helped him solve the matter, only that it was a friend.

Seeing that Shakyaan changed his lazy and indifferent style, he patted his thigh very nervously: "This matter is very serious!" ”

Sure enough, the little reporter made a mess!

Xia Zhongyuan asked nervously, "How is it?" What can the monks do? ”

Shakyana leaned forward, and a pair of eyes on his black face stared at Xia Zhongyuan tightly: "Fortunately, you have met a master, I dare to guarantee that you will be absolutely fine!" ”

What Shakyana means is that the one who helped Xia Zhongyuan get rid of evil is a master, everything has been taken care of, and Xia Zhongyuan is absolutely fine.

And Xia Zhongyuan realized that Shakyan was boasting that he was a master, and it was absolutely fine if Shakyan made a move. The two have different positions on the problem, so naturally they can't think of it together.

Hearing that the seemingly omniscient monk in front of him assured that he was fine, Xia Zhongyuan was overjoyed: "What does the monk mean, you have a way?" ”

Shakyana spread his hands and shrugged: "Yes, I have a way, but now you are fine, the master who helped you get rid of evil at that time, he has done a very clean job, I guess, he will definitely not let you wear that piece of jade again, right?" ”

This is indeed the case, Xia Zhongyuan nodded.

"That's right, that piece of jade became like that under certain conditions, even if I deal with this matter, I may not be able to do better." Shakyaan's face was serious, looking like a monk, but Xia Zhongyuan was half-convinced in his heart, looking at the shiny nose ring on his nose, thinking about whether to believe his words.

People are always like this, if the other person says exactly what you want to hear or what you plan to do next, then you will think that he is too right, if the other person says something that is not right, then you will think that he is talking nonsense.