Although Li Xian didn't even know what happened, Li Xian had already made a judgment in his heart on the question of who to help.

Listening to the familiar accent of bird language, Li Xian recalled the unspeakable pain when he recited since he was a child, and his heart became more and more reluctant to show no mercy.

Approaching, Li Xian gave Sarari a look that seemed to be reproachful and approving at all, and then faced the blonde monks whose faces were so pale that they couldn't tell the difference at all, he said, "Hebrew: ???? , Greek: Ιησο?? , Latin: Iesus. (It's all Jesus)"

Li Xian couldn't tell what kind of sect these foreigners believed, but most of the Europa people in later generations believed in Christianity and believed in Jesus, so they said a few words of bird language.

The monks still looked confused in the first two sentences, but when Li Xian's last sentence came out, their turquoise eyes suddenly lit up, and after glancing at each other, they pounced on Li Xian with their teeth and claws excited.

The long nails, which were better than the female ghosts, were only half a foot away from him, and fortunately, those law enforcement lamas blocked them in time, and Li Xian instantly put away the bad luck of the moldy sect, so as to avoid the danger of possible disfigurement.

Listening to the monks 'gurgling' and saying a lot, Li Xian, who was half-witted at the level of these birds, was stunned and didn't understand a word.

In my previous life, I majored in English, and compared with the more dry and difficult Latin, it is like the difference between Chinese and Japanese, which literally seems to be somewhat similar, but the real meaning is very different when connected.

It would be good for Li Xian to remember a Latin word for 'Jesus', but it would be tantamount to a fool's dream to think that he could fully understand it.

Although the problem is in front of him again, it is not difficult for Li Xian at all.

I saw that he was stunned for a moment, and then he quickly reacted, and shouted at the monks who were eager to use their hands and feet together, like a group of demons dancing wildly, "NO, NO, I don't Latin!

What kind of bird is this? This time it was the turn of the blonde monks to be stunned.

In the end, the youngest white monk, with a unique handful of red hair on his blond hair, shouted happily, squeezed through the crowd in front and said excitedly: "It's like, it's like!"

Seeing that someone could understand what he meant and could act as a translator, Li Xian grinned at them, and said in half-baked English, "OK, OK." Are you Christians?"

"It's like, it's like. We are Christianity, and I hope you can explain to them that we just want to eat, and we don't mess around.

God loves the world, Amen. ”

Just want to eat? That's easy!

Looking at the movements of those monks nodding their fingers and nodding their chests, Li Xian showed a strange smile on his face again, and in the reverent gaze of the surrounding lamas, he turned around and said in the Central Plains dialect: "Amitabha." They admired Buddhism very much, and they came to worship the Buddha this time.

Although they are aliens, I hope you will not extinguish their Buddha-minded hearts. ”

Li Xian's Central Plains dialect is undoubtedly much better understood than the barbarian language spoken by the monks. Even if not everyone in the presence can understand the Central Plains dialect, at least some of them can understand it, and they will translate it themselves.

Sure enough, after a discussion in a whispered barbarian voice, the law enforcement lamas upheld the principle of equality of all beings and unified their opinions.

I thought that after reporting to the elders in charge of the temple, I would not hesitate to give them a monk and take refuge in my Buddha.

After the unanimity of opinion, the efficiency of the work was surprisingly fast, but after a pillar of incense, the errand boy turned back and brought the good news of permission.

When the law enforcement lama heard the good news, he explained it to Li Xian by the lama who could speak the original dialect, hoping that he would do it for him and translate it again to the blonde monks, saying that the Buddha would not give up on them.

After nine twists and eighteen bends of translation, it turned into Li Xian's mouth: "Very good, they agreed, you will have food soon." ”

"Three grams of oil, three grams of oil!" Hearing the accurate answer, and seeing that the tall barbarians who were standing in front of him slowly reduced their vigilance, and threw a friendly and gentle smile just right, which immediately made the little red hair excitedly thank you.

The monks never say that if you are allowed to eat, then let you eat, which is very perfect.

When Li Xian raised his hand, he saw that the unfortunate thing displayed in the rune watch on his wrist had increased by one more thing, and it became 7/8, he immediately grinned and laughed loudly, completely ignoring how unlucky the bad luck he was going to experience in the future.

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Others don't know what the hell Li Xian is discounting, and after following him for a few days, will Sarari, who has always been equivalent to the role of 'urgent vanguard', not understand?

Looking at Li Xian's obscene smile, compared to the blonde and red-haired miscellaneous hair, who were so grateful, almost kneeling down and kowtowing to thank him, Sarari became more and more suspicious.

Don't they just want to become monks, but they also have secrets that no one else knows?

Whatever Sarari wanted to know, there was nothing she couldn't know, and no matter what, she had to know.

After Li Xian solved the 'quarrel door' incident, he continued to think about being embarrassed with Wulu with satisfaction... Ahh

As soon as he took a few steps to raise his feet, he heard the blonde monks at the gate of the temple screaming as if they were killing pigs, and listened to Salari's persistent questioning, Li Xian was annoyed and gave her a look full of 'Zen' and said, "Amitabha." The Buddha said, don't say. ”

Yes, if you say it, you don't say it.

Naturally, it was impossible for Sarari to give up lightly, and then she moved her little short legs and tried to catch up with Li Xian's footsteps, continuing a new round of stalking.

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There were only five days left before the lama conference to run for the Living Buddha, and Li Xian constantly felt the urgency of time, and finally couldn't resist the temptation and agreed to the cooperation of the abbot of Yaqing Temple, Wulu.

The main cooperation projects are as follows:

First, Li Xian must assist Yaqing Temple in finding the living Buddha, and then go to the underworld, break through the eighteen layers of hell as the spokesperson of Buddhism in the world, and correct the name of Buddhism.

Second, Li Xian can repair the 'moldy god Buddha statue', and can promote his Central Plains Buddhism in a small area in the Buddha hall, and the resources invested by Yaqing Temple depend on the number of final believers.

Third, Li Xian must ensure that the repaired 'mold god Buddha statue' must be exactly the same as the Central Plains, and there must be no half-point difference. If the believers do not have endless bad luck, Yaqing Temple has the final right to adjudicate and interpret the cooperation project.

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