"Big flower, big flower, where are you!"

The drizzle was faint, and although it was only September, the chill of late autumn could already be felt in the Pure Land Temple.

Gao Yang was anxiously searching.

The maid behind her was afraid that the princess would get drenched in the rain, so she held an oil-paper umbrella and followed Princess Gaoyang step by step.

"Big flower, big flower, where are you!"

Gao Yang was still anxiously searching.

Although he and Dahua have only known each other for a long time, Gao Yang has already regarded Dahua as his own thing, and he has not yet shown off at the moment, he was kicked away, thinking of this, Gao Yang suddenly gritted his teeth.

The monks in this temple are all just too bad!

"Princess, it's better to... Why don't we go back? ”

The maid who had been following Princess Gaoyang behind her was already soaked all over her body at this moment, and looked at the anxious Princess Gaoyang and persuaded.

"No, if the big flower is not found, the main palace will not go back today!"

Gao Yang said.

"Princess, forgive the slave maid bluntly, what the master said before is very reasonable, although this big flower is very interesting, it is indeed a demon Yes, in case you deliberately approach the princess you-"

Qiu'er is talking nonsense, even if it has ulterior motives, what can it do when it arrives in the palace. ”

Gao Yang said dissatisfied, but his eyes kept for the next moment.

Dahua was carried by a monk on his wings and walked towards him.

Gao Yang's gaze was stunned.

But instead of looking at the half-dead big flower, it was the blood-clothed monk.

Even in the rain, this little monk still walked with great grace.

"Qiu'er, you go back first. ”

Gao Yang took the oil-paper umbrella in the maid's hand and walked slowly towards the debate machine.

"Aunt... Girl, this is you... Your pet?"

The debate machine carried the chicken wings of the big flower to Gao Yang, and said with a red face.

Immediately, the drizzle disappeared at some point, and a faint fragrance slowly penetrated into the nasal cavity.

The debate machine suddenly saw Gao Yang who appeared in front of him.

At this moment, Princess Gaoyang's clothes were almost attached to herself.

The debater's face turned even redder.

He doesn't know what's going on today, he always subconsciously becomes red-faced, is the poor monk sick?

The debater was a little puzzled.

"How did the little monk go out and didn't even get an umbrella, it's just a pet, if you get sick, this... My sin is great. ”

The soft whispers like a spring breeze made the heart of the debater even more restless.

"Female... The female donor can rest assured, small... The little monk's body is very good, he won't catch a cold, this... It's your pet. ”

Like a frightened deer, the debate machine handed over the big flower that had already fainted.

Although he knew that the big flower was the monster named by the abbot to go castrated to maintain the reputation of the Pure Land Temple, he should have handed it over to the abbot after finding the big flower.

But for some reason, I subconsciously thought of the girl I met this morning.

Then, the debate machine sent the big flower here.

"Then thank you, little master. ”

Gao Yang reached out and hugged the big flower.

"You've been drenched in so much rain, be careful not to catch a cold, I'll give you this umbrella!"

Regardless of the debate machine's reaction, he reached out and took the hand of the debate machine, stuffed the umbrella into the hand of the debate machine, and then ran towards the meditation room as if he ran away, if you look closely, you can see it.

A blush flew up Gao Yang's cheeks.

The debate machine was holding an umbrella and standing in the rain blankly.

The moment the palms of the hands touched, the feeling of electric shock fascinated the debate.

Debaters feel their hearts.

It's like rain is falling on this parched earth.

It's cool and intoxicating.

Amitabha, the poor monk is-

What's wrong?!

At this moment, the debate machine was confused.

......

"Xuanzang's 'oh' word, dare to ask what it means?"

The old monk looked at Xuanzang with an unkind face.

The previous meal was just an appetizer, this kid has the posture of becoming a Buddha, how can he be delayed because of other things.

Absolute!

Xuanzang must not be allowed to go astray!

Three big bald heads stared at him tightly.

Xuanzang felt a little panicked, and the injuries on his body, which had recovered almost the same, hurt again.

Who can bear this!

"Amitabha, master, what do you think this means?"

It's a proposition.

How could a witty poor monk be tricked!

"Evil obstacles, it's coming to an end, and you still don't admit it!"

The next moment, the sound of thunder like spring sounded in Xuanzang's ears.

The old monk looked at Xuanzang angrily.

"Believe it or not, the old man slashed you with a palm!"

The old monk stepped forward, and the surging Buddha power gathered in his palm, as if it was about to be split down in the next moment.

"Senior brother, senior brother, dissipate the gas, dissipate the gas, let's listen to what Xuanzang has to say. ”

Yuantong stepped forward to stop the old monk and comforted.

Xuanzang looked at this scene coldly.

Pull it down.

One sings white-faced and the other black-faced, the poor monk knew this little trick of the two of you when he was ten years old!

Usually I don't debunk you, but the poor monks are too lazy to crack your new routine.

"Xuanzang, tell me what the word 'oh' means?"

Shentong looked at Xuanzang with a cold face and asked.

This kid has taken a big beating for himself.

"Amitabha, the poor monk asked the master first, the master you haven't answered me yet, what do you mean by this word?"

Xuanzang folded his hands, and there was no sadness or joy on his face.

A pair of eyes as pure as the starry sky at night, coupled with the dusty atmosphere, naturally makes people have a sense of convincing.

"Amitabha, you still ask, isn't the word 'oh' just-isn't-" The old monk was a little angry, Xuanzang, a stinky boy, had been very obedient for more than twenty years before.

How has it been like this since the last time I went down the mountain?

"Amitabha, what do you mean, master?"

Xuanzang lowered his head and continued to ask.

"Amitabha, a little pickled, how can you talk about it in front of the Buddha, Xuanzang, you are too disappointed as a teacher~"

The old monk seemed to be hundreds of years old for a moment, and there was a tear in his originally brilliant eyes.

"Do you know, let me pick you up from the river, although you and I are called master and apprentice, but we are like father and son......"

Xuanzang looked at the old monk who was in tears, and slowly closed his eyes.

Nima –

You are actually not from the Pure Land Temple, you are from the Pure Yang Palace, and your common name is Shen Jianxin!

Otherwise, how could he make this sensational swordsmanship in the Pure Yang Book so proficient.

I'll take it, the poor monk will no longer be fooled by you when he is twelve years old, okay!

"Amitabha~"

Xuanzang opened his eyes and directly interrupted the old monk's words.

Although the poor monk didn't know how the master understood this word, the poor monk really only had the meaning of agreeing at the beginning. ”

Looking at the old monk Xuanzang, who seemed to be about to run away, he hurriedly continued-

Keep reasoning.

"Master and uncle should know that the mirror of impermanence is in the heart, how can a monkey see people know the beauty and ugliness of the world, and people with impure minds see everything dirty, Amitabha, good and good"

Looking at the three old monks with a confused face, Xuanzang turned around and strode towards the outside of the main hall.

Madan, this catastrophe is over!