"Senior brother, what did you say, Pan?"

The debate machine was stunned, why is there really such a big gap between the realm of himself and Senior Brother Xuanzang?

Why?

I always feel like I can't understand what my brother is saying?

What does disk mean?

Why do you want to buy that female benefactor?

And how to go to the plate?

"Amitabha, how long have you been at the Pure Land Temple?"

Xuanzang did not directly answer the defense machine.

After all, this era is the Tang Dynasty.

The poor monk can't go to some teacher's small movies to give you a science popularization.

If you can find it, the poor monk still wants to see it!

"I have been in the Pure Land Temple since I was a child, and it has been more than ten years now. ”

The debate machine was a little puzzled, and I didn't know why Senior Brother Xuanzang suddenly changed the topic.

Although very confused.

But the debater still replied very seriously.

In the heart of the debate, Senior Brother Xuanzang's move should have a deep meaning!

"It's been more than ten years, and you've grown up, have you ever thought about being vulgar?"

Xuanzang looked at the debate machine and asked with emotion.

In an instant, the debate machine's face turned red instantly, and his breathing became rapid at this moment.

"Senior brother, junior brother, I have been a monk since I was a child, and my wish in this life is to be able to catch up with my brother's back and cross myself out of this earthly sea of suffering. ”

The debater said with a serious face.

Xuanzang stopped talking, but fortunately this was the time when Mahayana Buddhism had not been transmitted.

Otherwise, do you still want to say a sentence about purifying sentient beings?

But then again, you have to look at the back of the poor monk to act?

Then let's find a chance to return the vulgar together?

"Amitabha, by the way, junior brother, did you just buy this umbrella, it's beautiful. ”

Xuanzang took the initiative to expose this topic, pointing to the umbrella of the debate machine and said casually.

Pink oil-paper umbrella, I didn't expect the debate machine to be a little girly.

"Division... Senior brother misunderstood, how can senior brother... How would you buy this... This oil-paper umbrella is... It was given by Miss Li. ”

Originally, he was a little angry because of Xuanzang's words, but he suddenly looked like a boiled crab.

Xuanzang ......

Looking at the shy debate, Xuanzang was silent.

Amitabha.

There is adultery.

Why!

The poor monk is obviously so handsome than you, why do you have people who like it?

And he who likes poor monks.

Either it's a who wants to overthrow a poor monk.

Either it is an extrahuman creature who covets the essence of the poor monk.

Amitabha, why did the poor monk suddenly have an urge to burn this bald man at the stake.

Good and good, the poor monk has become irritable.

"Senior brother, you see this is the feeling now. ”

Suddenly, the voice of the debater was slightly flustered, and his originally flushed face turned pale in an instant.

Xuanzang ...... →_→

"Every time I mention Miss Li, I... My blood seems to be all hot. ”

Xuanzang ...... (・'ω ́・)

"Moreover, my heart seems to have entered a fawn, plopping. ”

Xuanzang ...... (ц｀ω´ц*)

"Senior brother, am I sick, or is it the invasion of foreign demons in the Buddhist scriptures, what should I do?"

The more he spoke, the more panicked he became, and his face became more and more ugly.

It's as if I really have a terminal illness.

And then—

The debate machine looked at Xuanzang and wanted to ask for help, and then the debate machine panicked.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you, why is your face uglier than mine?!"

"Amitabha, the poor monk is fine, but I feel your illness. Xuanzang paused when he said this.

"Senior brother, how should I be cured of my illness?"

The debater hurriedly asked.

It's just that the next moment, the debate machine looked confused and felt that his body suddenly floated up, and he had already arrived at the door after a while?

"I'm sorry, there's no help, get out of the calf!"

"Pak~"

"Boom~"

Throw out the debate machine and close the door.

Xuanzang leaned against the wooden door and took a deep breath.

Amitabha, good, good.

The poor monk is not angry.

Even though he thought so, his anger still couldn't stop surging up his head.

It's like seeing the post-zero generation on the Internet showing affection in your previous life, can you restrain a little.

Do you know how much damage this can cause to post-90s single dogs?

Xuanzang looked up at the sky.

Why do poor monks often have tears in their eyes, then they are simply angry!

"Amitabha, it's late at night. ”

Taking a deep breath, Xuanzang slowly spoke.

"Yes, little master, it's late at night~(*^▽^*)"

The familiar scent of orchids was accompanied by some playful words, and a graceful figure appeared in front of Xuanzang.

Lan Demon looked at Xuanzang with a smile.

Finally—

Finally let yourself find a chance!

"Brother Little Monk, I've finally waited for you!"

Lan Demon turned to stare at Xuanzang.

As soon as I go out, I don't return home for two or three nights, and I really make it easy to find myself!

Xuanzang also looked at the Lan Demon.

Although I have known for a long time that my own bonsai has become fine.

However, this is the first time I have seen my own bonsai!

Clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving!

Just by looking at it, it gives an unforgettable feeling.

Xuanzang regretted it a little.

Why didn't the poor monk raise a few more potted plants at the beginning!

Regret!

Sure enough, the reason why I didn't have a girlfriend in my previous life was because I was too visionary in my previous life!

Accept the lesson of being single for so many years.

Therefore, in the previous life, I had to buy a female white fox every year to release it.

Cast a wide net and catch more fish, in case five hundred years later, which white fox will come to repay the favor, isn't that beautiful?!

And then—

Special mother, the poor monk crossed.

The poor monk's fox spirit cultivation plan is gone!

Ahh

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

"Brother Little Monk, remember me. Dressed in a light blue veil, the Lan Demon winked at Xuanzang playfully.

Xuanzang clasped his hands together, and there was no fear on his face.

"Amitabha, I don't know the name of the female benefactor, was the female benefactor in the poor monk's meditation room last time?"

Xuanzang looked at the Lan Demon with an innocent face, how pure and pure his eyes were.

"Brother Little Monk, you have to remember Oh, my name is Lan Xin, it was me last time, you still did it to me... I did—"

Lan Xin looked at Xuanzang a little shyly,

As soon as he talked about this, Lan Demon felt shy, at least he had to make his family mentally prepared, on... I came in so directly last time~

And this time, although that foolproof plan has been prepared, is it really going to be done?

Wouldn't that be a bit too much?

"Amitabha, sin and sin. ”

"Brother Little Monk, you don't have an evening class tonight. ”

The next moment, Lan Xin raised his index finger and swayed gently, a pair of big eyes were almost about to squint into the shape of a crescent moon, and at the same time his body approached Xuanzang, the rich fragrance of orchids made Xuanzang a little apperetal.

"In other words, there is no evening bell~"

As he spoke, the Lan Demon leaned closer, and Xuanzang could even feel the Lan Demon's scorching breath impacting on his skin, and a tingling sensation spread from the skin to the body.

"Brother Little Monk, you can't escape from my palm today~"

The next moment, Xuanzang leaned against the wall.

Behind the Lan Demon, he made a wall knock.

Looking at the delicate and lovely Lan Xin, Xuanzang clasped his hands together and made a pious gesture.

Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!